Page 93 of Rituals & Rivalry

“Do you know how sexy this is?” he asks, still touching the squish. “How fucking perfect every inch of you is?”

I shake my head, pushing down harder against him. I have to be leaving a wet spot on his pants, but he doesn’t stop me.

His next words come out as a low, feral growl. “Aphrodite’s statues should all be made in your image, and I don’t care if she smites me for saying so.”

“You should care⁠—”

“I don’t.” He unzips his pants but doesn’t actually take out his cock, letting me grind on him through his soft boxers. He’s definitely not soft, though. Anything but. “And these thighs.” His fingers dig into my flesh. “Gods, I need them wrapped around my head. Again. Again. You could suffocate me, and I would thank you.”

He leans closer, his voice dropping, his lips brushing against my earlobe. “And that cunt. No one has ever felt like you, Aurora. No one ever will. It’s only you.”

Those words somehow force me over the edge as his bulge pushes right against my clit. I collapse on top of him, shaking and convulsing, whimpering into his ear.

“That’s it,” he says. “Let go. You’re so good for me.” Each word is ragged and forced, and when I look down….

His underwear are soaked after all.

And not just from me.

“Did you⁠—”

He groans, his head rolling back. I expect him to be embarrassed—most guys would be about coming in their pants—but that doesn’t quite describe the hungry look in his eye. Why does she seem like he’s ready for more? “Look what you did, you little brat. Clean it up.”

I stare at him, dazed. “Clean…?”

“With your mouth. On your knees.”

I’m still half hazy from my orgasm, but despite his taunts that I’m a brat, I listen, moving onto my knees. He looks especially tall from his angle—and large, muscular. He holds my head and pushes me toward his messy underwear, and I follow, licking up our arousal.

This shouldn’t be hot, but it is, especially hearing how he whimpers every time I go near his sensitive cock. I lick and suck the fabric until there’s nothing more to take in, and to my surprise…

“You’re hard again?” I ask, looking up at him with wide eyes.

He chuckles lowly. “What? You thought I was done with you? You thought I’d let you leave without using your pretty cunt?”

I shake my head.

I had sex with Sterling before I knew what he was like as a person, and now that we’re together like this, everything about his dominant side shocks me. He takes off his glasses, letting them drop somewhere off the couch, and tangles his fingers in my hair. Before I know what’s happening, we’re standing up, and his mouth is on mine.

If he cares about the taste—a little him, a little me—it doesn’t show.

I don’t care that we’re breaking the number one rule of FWB. He can kiss me whenever he wants.

He turns me around, forcing me down so I have to grab the couch, and he slips into me as if he belongs there. Home. His hand wraps around my neck, fingers pressing into the skin as he thrusts, somehow groaning and whimpering at the same time.

“Perfect.” It’s the only word he seems to be able to get out, and I’m at a loss entirely when he uses his free hand to rub my clit.

We fall into silence, moans and whimpers and slapping, before my body tenses around him and I nearly fall onto the couch. He holds me up so easily, pressing me against his chest as he fills me, grunting.

The final words he says are so quiet, I nearly don’t hear them.

“Gods,” he says. “I think I’m falling for you.”

My body is still shaking, but I freeze. Eyes widening. Heart racing for an entirely different reason.

“No,” I whisper, broken. “Please. Don’t do that.”

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