Page 2 of The Rival's Obsession
She tastes like luxury and power and everything I’ve earned.
Her orgasm ebbs in soft tremors across my tongue, thighs twitching around my head.
Perfect and spent.
My phone rings. Again.
This time, it’s paired with the sharp ping of a text.
Frankie is a persistent little thing. I’ll give her that.
I chuckle against Kris’s thigh, licking up the last of her cum—slow, savoring every drop—while Sam settles back into his rhythm. Up, down, wet and eager.
Such a good fucking boy.
Kris lifts herself off me, just enough to check that I’m still breathing. Barely. Her lips curve in a lazy grin, and I seize the pause to turn the night in a new direction.
“Champagne,” I say, voice rough. “Make it cold.”
She rises without question, those long legs carrying her toward the minibar while I slide my fingers through Sam’s hair.
He hums, deep and needy, and I lean up on one elbow to watch—really watch—his lips stretch around my cock.
So fucking pretty.
Spit slips from his mouth, sliding down my shaft.
It helps his hand glide with him, stroke for stroke.
Christ almighty.
Kris returns, slow and unhurried, a glass in one hand and the bottle in the other. She sips, eyes locked on the show between my legs, licking a stray drop off her bottom lip like she’s the one being satisfied.
Sam pauses, mouth parting, tongue barely out. He looks up at her with those deep brown eyes—pleading.
My cock twitches at the sight.
He’s fucking beautiful when he begs.
Kris smiles—always generous—and tilts the bottle.
Champagne pours over her breast, golden and cold.
It rolls down her skin, catching on her nipple, then sliding right into Sam’s waiting mouth as he laps it up like it’s the only thing he’s been allowed to taste all night.
Fuck.
I want to bend him over the nearest table and ruin him.
His mouth returns to my cock just as the chilled champagne hits the heated skin of my shaft, and I hiss—back arching off the bed.
“Shit.”
The contrast is electric. Sharp and decadent.
Sam hums again, clearly pleased with himself.
And I decide—he’s earned a reward.
