Alex (Cold Fury Hockey #1)(51)

His arm is strong and sure as he holds me pinned up against his body. I can feel his thickness hot against me, jerking every so often in anticipation of what’s coming. His eyes are dark as they stare down at me, and I feel a small measure of confident power that I created that look of need on his face right now.

Leaning his head down, his eyes search mine for a brief moment before he closes the gap and brushes his lips against mine. I sigh, not in contentment, but a bit in frustration because I want more…more than just the slight touch he’s giving me now.

Opening my mouth, I press in on him, slipping my tongue in his mouth. Alex drops the box of condoms to the floor and palms the back of my head. He holds me in place as we kiss, his mouth moving so softly against mine. His tongue moves in languid strokes, going ever so deliberately.

It causes me even greater frustration and I involuntarily grind against him to spur him on. It doesn’t work, though, because he just continues to kiss me with lazy abandon, not in a rush to go further.

Alex moves his lips from mine, skimming them across my jaw and down to my neck, causing my fingers to grab on to and curl tightly into the fabric of his shirt.

“Not like that,” I complain as I push against his chest, frustrated by the whisper-soft touches against my skin. I want—no, I need—more.

Laying a last kiss against my neck before pulling back, Alex looks down at me, his face deadly serious with question. “How, then?”

“Not soft. Rougher,” I whisper. “Faster. Just…more.”

The groan that seeps out of Alex as he comprehends what I’m saying causes all of my low-lying muscles to clench violently. I expect him to kiss me now with a ferociousness that matches the look that’s on his face at this moment. His teeth are gritted but his gaze is filled with boiling lust.

A small, triumphant smile starts to form on my lips, and I get ready for the onslaught of his lips. I’m ready to give it back to him just as hard.

Instead, Alex drops his hand from the back of my head and with a speed that leaves me blinking in astonishment, he brings it down between my legs. Brushing right past the short hem of my robe, he pushes the palm of his hand against me roughly while his index finger enters smoothly because I’m soaked with need.

My head falls back and my eyes roll upward before fluttering closed as I feel the sensation of what he’s doing to me.

“Christ,” Alex growls as he pulls his finger out and then pushes two back inside my slickness.

I can’t even respond; a guttural sound pours out of me while my hips flex against his hand.

“Is that what you wanted?” he pants as he wraps his other arm around me even tighter, his fingers moving in and out of me in a not-so-gentle way.

“Yes,” I cry out when his fingers curl inward, massaging a spot inside of me that I had read about once, but figured mine got misplaced or something. Now I know it exists.

“Please tell me to slow down, Sutton,” he begs me softly, but I can tell by the tone of his voice, he wants it this way—wild, crazy, out of control—just as much as I do.

“No,” I deny his request, feeling my blood racing in response to the movement of his hand against me. “I need more. Want more.”

Alex finally kisses me, grinding his lips against me roughly as he pumps his fingers between my legs. I can feel the rumblings of an orgasm and this causes me some dismay because I’m not ready to let go of this feeling just yet. I need to see Alex just a bit more out of control with me.

“Alex,” I beg as I grip onto his biceps…but I’m not sure what I’m begging for.

Tearing his lips from mine, he stares down at me. “What? What do you need?”

I can’t answer, because his fingers never stop moving, never stop pushing and pulling against me, causing my head to spin and my blood to rage.

“Want me to f*ck you now?” he asks, his voice sounding so dangerous that I almost climax just from the sexy timbre.

“God, yes,” I say quickly and I finally reach out so I can touch that part of him that I want inside of me desperately. My hand wedges down in between us, my fingers wrapping roughly around his erection through the denim material. It’s huge in my hand and I can’t wait to feel it inside of me.

I need to feel it inside of me.

Pushing my other hand in between our bodies, I start to work at his belt buckle but I can’t seem to get my coordination down. The sound of our harsh breathing fills the air, adding to the excitement and intensity of the moment.

After just a few seconds of futile fumbling, Alex pulls his fingers out of me and pushes me away. Stunned, I look at him but he’s already bending over and grabbing the box of condoms. His hands are sure and steady whereas mine are shaking. He makes short work of opening the box and pulling a foil packet out.

Thrusting the condom into my hands, he starts to unbuckle his belt. I don’t move but just watch him as he whips the belt out of the loops around his jeans and unbuttons them. My chest is heaving up and down, my breath coming in desperate pants.

“Open the condom,” he commands me gruffly.

I blink hard, then start tearing at the foil, my fingers slipping twice before I get it open. Looking back at Alex, I see he has his jeans opened and is pushing them down his hips until his cock is freed. He grasps it in hand and starts stroking himself, but he’s already hard and deliciously engorged. I stare at him, fascinated to watch the way he touches himself. He’s utterly beautiful in his masturbation and a shudder ripples through me at the sight.