Alex (Cold Fury Hockey #1)(59)

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 fucking 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 fuck 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 "fuck 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 fucking 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.

The most uniquely thrilling moment of my life.

I have never felt so good and I wonder if this will ever be replicated.

Alex gave me exactly what I asked for. Exactly what I needed. And without an ounce of shame, I realize I want more from him.

Tightening his grip under my butt, Alex nuzzles against my neck and I can feel him pulse inside of me again. "Are you okay?"

"Mmm-hmm," I reply as I sift my fingers through his hair and arch my back. "That was amazing."

Pulling his face back, he looks down at me, still keeping me pinned to the door. His eyes are curious and warm. "Was that what you needed?"



       
         
       
        

"Mmm-hmm."

Leaning in to kiss me softly, he asks, "Can you say anything other than 'Mmm-hmm'?"

"I'm hungry," I murmur against his lips.

"Chinese?"

"Mmm-hmm."

When Alex pulls out of me and sets me down, I keenly feel the loss of his warmth inside of me, and it makes me sad. My legs feel like jelly, so I just lean back against the door as I watch him pull the condom off and knot the end.

"Bathroom's first door on the left," I tell him, pointing down the hall as I watch him pull up his jeans with his free hand. "I'll order the food."