Alex (Cold Fury Hockey #1)(52)

“Put it on me,” Alex demands and my eyes flick briefly up to his. His expression is fierce, his eyes glittering with desire. My own lust roils thickly and I already feel on the verge of exploding. I hate to admit it, but the way in which he is taking control is just as thrilling as the touch of his fingers inside of me just moments ago.

As he steps forward, Alex’s hand falls away and I easily roll the condom on, my hands only slightly shaking as I make contact with the heat of the silky skin of his shaft, and hear the moan that he lets out.

“Arms around my neck,” Alex tells me softly, but with no less authority than he has used before.

I don’t even hesitate, and the minute my arms wind around his neck, he reaches down with his hands and grips my naked ass, hauling me up his body. I wrap my legs around him and feel the hot press of his erection between my legs.

I have no clue what Alex intends to do with me but it doesn’t matter because my thoughts scatter as he attacks my mouth with his own. He tilts his head to angle in perfectly, and his mouth covers mine, his tongue taking complete possession. Our soft moans fill the air and I’m vaguely aware of Alex walking; then my back is pressed against my front door. His fingers dig into the muscles of my butt, one hand sliding lower to graze his fingers against my wetness— which causes me to cry out with more frustration.

My hips tilt back and forth, rubbing myself against Alex’s cock in a frenzy, eager to get him inside of me.

Pushing me into the door, Alex uses one hand to adjust himself and dips his pelvis slightly until he’s lined up perfectly. He takes a moment and his lips go still against me. His forehead falls forward until it’s touching mine and a harsh breath blows out of his mouth across my lips. Then he flexes forward and pushes into me in one burst of motion, all the way to the hilt…so very deep. The groan that Alex releases speaks of a hunger that’s about to get satisfied in a brutally fast way.

I moan long and low, a tightening twinge of pleasure spreading from between my legs and snaking its way up my spine. I won’t last long…just a few moves from Alex and I’ll be finished.

“God, Sutton…you feel so f*cking good,” he whispers, his forehead still resting against mine.

I respond by clenching my muscles around his dick and rotating my pelvis to grind down on him.

“Shit,” he grates out, answering me by pulling out and slamming back into me, causing the door to shudder.

“Oh, Alex,” I moan, because I think that was just the best feeling in the entire world. “Do it again.”

“I’m going to f*ck you so hard,” he warns me.

Nodding my head, I reiterate, “I told you I wanted harder.”

Alex lifts his forehead and stares at me somberly for a moment. “We’ll try soft and sweet later, okay?”

“Okay,” I agree breathlessly, just as eager to see him that way.

But he doesn’t move, still staring at me. “There’s going to be a later, right?”

My brows furrow in, surprised by this vulnerability I’m seeing from Alex, especially coming on the heels of his promise to “f*ck me so hard” just moments ago.

Uncoiling one of my arms from around his neck, I touch his cheek with my fingertips. “Yes, there will be a later. A lot of laters, I hope.”

He rewards me with a smile that is relieved and grateful, but then is immediately replaced with carnal determination. “Then hang on.”

I loop my arm back around Alex’s neck, using the leverage to pull myself up just as he draws backward. I come down just as he pushes back into me, creating delicious friction between our bodies.

Alex pulls back with a sigh and surges forward with a grunt—over and over again. My own breath is forced from my chest every time he pounds into my body, causing my pulse to speed up. He’s hitting me so very deep and I feel light-headed from the fog of passion permeating the air. The sounds of our hard f*cking are sinfully dirty, only adding to the excitement and fueling us on to go harder…faster…deeper.

The door is rattling, our skin is slapping. Alex is groaning from deep within his chest, and he’s slamming into me so forcefully at times, I’m starting to make little mewling noises because it feels so good. A droplet of sweat rolls off of Alex’s temple and drops down to my upper chest, which is still gracefully covered by my robe. It scorches me, and my legs squeeze tighter around him as he tunnels into me deeper and deeper.

Like an avalanche rumbling down an unsuspecting mountain, my orgasm starts right at that spot that his cock is hitting inside of me, then bursts outward in a cataclysmic explosion that catches me off guard. I have no choice. I cannot stop myself from screaming Alex’s name because this is the most intense pleasure I have ever experienced in my life.

Whether Alex was just ready or he was excited by me calling out his name, he slams into me one more time, hitting me at the deepest point imaginable, and buries his face into the crook of my neck.

“I’m coming,” he groans, and then he pulls back and slams forward again with a grunt. “Fu-u-u-ck.”

I can feel him flex his hips inward as he orgasms, a shudder of ecstasy cascading through his body. He pumps in and out of me a few more times, the friction causing microbursts of pleasure to course through me.

When he finally goes still, I become overwhelmed with emotion.

This was utterly perfect.