Page 4 of Court Rivals
I pulled back and looked up at him, arching a brow. “I was.”
He scoffed and narrowed his eyes at me. “With your dick, asshole.”
I snorted. “I need to spread you open more, Finch. It’ll hurt if I don’t, baby.”
He shook his head and dropped his legs before leaning up to grab my arms, tugging me over him. I laughed as I looked down at him. “I don’t care. Make it hurt. I cannot fucking wait, Rafe. Just use a lot of lube.”
I snorted. “You got a container? Because all I brought was a packet.”
He jerked his chin toward his bag, a flush staining his cheeks. “In my bag. I always carry some.”
I narrowed my eyes at him and wrapped my hand around his throat. He swallowed thickly, his eyes widening. “Thought you couldn’t fuck during the season?” My voice was low and dark. Possessiveness was riding me hard, and fuck, if I found out he’d brought lube to fuck someone else, I was going to lose my fucking mind.
He shook his head. “I haven’t. But that doesn’t mean I don’t get myself off, Rafe.”
My grip loosened all while the image of him jerking off bled into my mind—and fuck, it was a beautiful image.
Leaning down, I pressed a hard kiss to his lips. “Good.” Then, I was off the bed and heading for his bag to get the lube. His eyes tracked my movements.
“Good?” he asked. “What if I had?”
“We’d wait for whoever it was to show up, or I’d go hunt them down. And I’d make sure they understood you’re off fucking limits.”
When I turned to face him, the lube bottle in my hand, I’d expected him to look alarmed. Instead, his eyes had darkened even more, and he was gripping his stiff cock in his hand, lightly stroking himself. I smirked. “Does me being all possessive turn you on, baby?” I asked, moving over the bed.
Swallowing thickly, he nodded. “It shouldn’t, but it does,” he rasped.
I hummed. “Good. Get used to it because you’re fucking mine,” I growled.
The little moan he rewarded me was music to my damn ears.
Chapter 4
Rafe
Even though Finch was being impatient as hell, I still speared two fingers inside of him, wanting to stretch him at least a little bit before I sank my cock inside of him. I wasn’t interested in hurting him, even if he might be okay with it. I wanted our first time together to be good. If he wanted me to hurt him after this time, fine. I was down for it. But not now.
“You are such a stubborn bastard,” Finch panted, his neck arching. I leaned over him and sank my teeth into his Adam’s apple. He moaned and pushed down on my fingers as I laved my tongue over the bite marks.
“Stubborn is my middle name,” I told him as I pulled my fingers out. He huffed a laugh. “When was the last time you were tested?” I asked him as I slicked my cock with a fuck ton of lube. I was probably overdoing it, but he still wasn’t stretched to my preferences. I feared if I kept trying to stretch him though, Finch was going to just take matters into his own hands, and that wasn’t fucking happening. I was the one in control here.
“Last week,” he told me, his eyes narrowed on where my hand was fisting my cock, the slick sound of my fist moving over my dick echoing in the room. “We have to get tested frequently. Now hurry the fuck up, Rafe.”
“Not gonna ask if I’ve been tested?” I teased as I notched my cock at his hole. The muscle fluttered around me, and he gritted his teeth, his patience wearing thin. For someone always so cool and collected, seeing him unravel just because I was withholding my cock from him was a beautiful damn sight.
“I’m sure you get tested frequently, too,” he snapped. I grinned. He bared his teeth at me in return. “Stop fucking around, Rafe, or I swear?—”
I sank the tip of my cock inside of him, cutting off the rest of his sentence. He choked on his next breath, his eyes rolling back in his head as he grunted. Cocking my head to the side, I asked, “You swear what, baby?” I taunted.
He shook his head, panting. “I don’t even know,” he moaned. “Deeper, Rafe.”
A husky laugh spilled past my lips as I inched forward a little more. “So demanding, Ackley. Who knew you were a bossy bottom?”
“Fuck—” his breath hitched in his throat when I sank in a little deeper— “you.”
“I mean, if you want—” I started, but he tugged me down, cutting off the rest of my words as his lips met mine. Growling, I quickly took over the kiss, plunging my tongue into his mouth as I sank inside of him the rest of the way. He hissed a breath against my lips, his hands coming up to tightly grasp my upper arms. Leaning up, I looked down at him, my brows furrowing. “Too much?” I asked, getting ready to pull out so I could stretch him more.
“Don’t you—” he huffed— “dare fucking pull out, Botello.”
