Hooking - Kristine Allen Page 0,61

face pressed into the crook of my neck.

Grinding into him, it wasn’t long before I was unraveling. “I’m coming!” I gasped. His fingers dug into my hips as he held me tight to his groin while I rode out one of the best orgasms of my life. After the euphoric pulsing diminished, I started to move again, but he held me still.

“Stop. I’m about at the end of my control.” I whimpered, but froze when he grunted, “No condom.”

Talk about a bucket of ice water.

I jumped off his lap and to the other side of the hot tub. He released a mix between a laugh and a groan. “You should see your face. Don’t worry, I didn’t come.”

“No, but I didn’t mean to do that. I swear. Shit!” I didn’t doubt he had plenty of women who had tried. There was no telling who all he’d been with, and I climbed right on that dick like it was fresh out of the wrapper. That thought train further killed my libido by making me think of what had happened while he was gone.

Oblivious to the fact that I was naked, I climbed out of the tub, wrapping a plush towel around me. Pensive, he watched me. It was like he could read my mind, and that was unnerving.

“I didn’t do anything with her.” It was said so low, I almost missed it over the jets of the hot tub.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s not like you’re my boyfriend,” I said, my heart cracking. He bit his lip and looked away.

Unashamed, he stood from the water and climbed out of the tub. Slowly, he dried off and wrapped the towel low on his waist.

His jaw clenched as he stood there for a moment. Then he lifted me up and started walking. I threw my legs around him out of fear he might drop me.

The entire way into the house, he didn’t speak. I buried my face in his neck.

Boldly striding into his room, he paused and held me as he rummaged in his drawer. The crinkle of a wrapper was followed by him pushing me against the wall. One hand held my ass as the other lined him up.

“Alex,” I started to protest, but it was weak at best. Because I still wanted him more than any man I’d ever wanted in my fucking life.

The prodding at my pussy caused me to practically gush. With a few shallow strokes, he’d eased into me. I fought for movement, needing the friction in the worst way.

“You want me to fuck you?” he crudely asked before nipping my neck.

“Yes. God, yes,” I rasped as I clutched him tightly.

He let loose on me. My back was slamming into the wall with each savage thrust. While it should’ve been uncomfortable, I was rapidly chasing another orgasm, and the discomfort barely registered.

We were both breathing heavy; perspiration trickled down my chest. One of his hands left my ass to slap against the wall by my head for leverage or balance. He surged forward, damn near pounding me through the wall.

The faint pulsing of my pending climax suddenly detonated, and I screamed his name through my explosive spasms. A few more violent thrusts, and I could feel his thick length throbbing as it filled the condom.

By that time, we were panting and soaked with sweat.

Holding me tight, he carried me to the bed, where he reluctantly slipped out and laid me down. I watched his perfect ass as he walked into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

Without shame, he came back to the bed and climbed in. His strong arms pulled me close, and I curled into his warm body. I lost track of time as we came down from the powerful high of amazing sex.

“Are you staying the night?” he finally asked.

I sighed. “Not tonight. I have to work tomorrow.”

For a few minutes, he was quiet as his hand tickled up and down my spine. Victor had jumped on the bed at some point, because I became aware of his warmth pressing against my back.

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed, but I get it. Your job is important to you, and that’s okay. On that same note of truthfulness, I’ll miss waking up with you and holding you in my arms tonight. Do you want to come back here with me after the game?”

At his question, my heart fell a little, because I really, really wanted to. “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

“Why