Wanted by the Champion: An age gap instalove romance

Cate

My head is spinning, my body one giant throb as Alex carries me into the men’s locker room and sits down on the long bench running along the back wall with me in his lap.

Brushing a stray tendril of hair out of my eyes, he cups my face and kisses me, slow and deep. “You can tell me to stop anytime, princess. It might kill me, but I’ll never do anything you don’t want.”

God, the way my insides go molten every time he calls me princess. There will be nothing left of me by morning.

“I want this,” I reassure him, winding my arms around his neck. “I want you.” I feel like I’m floating, like I’m wading through a dream right now. The knowledge that Alex wants this as much as I do, that we’re not going to dance around the sexual tension and the attraction anymore, has me feeling like pure joy. Like I’ve swallowed a star and my insides are full of sparkles.

“Good. Because it’s my job to take care of you. To keep you safe, and protect you. Even when I’m doing fucking filthy things to you, you’re still mine to protect.”

I’ve never felt so cherished in my life. So safe and protected. Alex is giving me things I didn’t even know I needed.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, and I don’t know where those words came from. Only that they feel incredibly right.

“Fuck,” he groans, kissing me again. “That’s right. I’m your Daddy, and you’re my sweet princess. Gonna take such good care of you.”

My heart feels like it’s shaking in my chest, and my stomach is a riot of butterflies. He kisses my neck, biting softly at the juncture where my neck meets my shoulder.

“Come to my place,” he says. “I don’t want to take your cherry in a fucking locker room.” He lifts his hands from my hips and traces his knuckles over the hard tips of my nipples, making my back arch. “I can’t play with you properly here. I need you naked and spread out on my bed.”

“Alex,” I moan, my head falling back as he rubs back and forth over my nipples, again and again. “Yes. Your place.”

“So that we can fuck in Daddy’s bed, where you belong.”

“Yes,” I gasp out, my body shaking. My pussy is throbbing and soaked, my skin hypersensitive. And my heart…it’s not mine anymore. It belongs to Alex.

“Good girl,” he rumbles out, and his praise infiltrates me like a drug. He tweaks my nipple and then lets me go. “Go get dressed and meet me by my car. You’re so worked up that I don’t want you driving right now.” I realize then that I’m writhing on his lap. Hesitation flickers through me, not because I don’t want this, but because I don’t know what I’m doing.

He slides his fingers under my chin and brings my gaze to his. “Don’t worry, princess. I’ll take care of you.” His other hand slips between my legs, cupping my throbbing pussy. “This sweet little virgin cunt is all mine now, and I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.” He kisses me once more, and I’m already addicted to the wet slide of his tongue against mine. “Now, go get dressed.”

Somehow, I manage to stand on my wobbly legs and hobble on my skates back to the women’s locker room. I’m half-blind with lust as I tear off my skates and workout clothes, changing into the white sundress I was wearing earlier. In record time, I’m by Alex’s car, my bag slung over my shoulder.

I feel giddy when I see him step out of the arena, his thick hair tousled from my hands. He’s changed into worn jeans and a soft green T-shirt, and all I can think is that this gorgeous man is mine. That he’s awakening things in me I didn’t even know were there, and I’m loving every second of it.

Because I love Alex McIntyre. I’ve been in a free fall ever since the day we met.

He opens the passenger side door for me and I smile up at him as I sit down in his car, wanting to share some of the effervescence I’m feeling with him. By the time we’re on the road, our fingers are intertwined over the center console.

“So…Daddy, huh?” I tease, and he gives my hand a squeeze.

“Hey, you said it first,” he shoots back, but his tone is light.

I blush. “I did. I have no idea where it came from. It just felt right.”

“Because it is. It’s what I want, too, Cate. I want to take care of you and protect you and fucking worship you. I don’t just want to. I need to. It’s like this consuming thing inside of me.”

I smile and lean back against the seat, pulling his words deep inside me. I want to tell him I love him, but I don’t. It’s too soon. It’s too much, although the words feel even more right than calling him Daddy.

A few minutes later, we arrive at a low-rise condo building with views of the mountains. The night sky stretches out above us, a few stars twinkling on a blanket of black velvet. Silently, Alex leads me up to an apartment on the third floor, and a fresh bout of nerves crashes through me.

As though he can sense exactly what I need, he closes the door behind us and pulls me into his arms, kissing me softly. Easing me into this.

“You can still say no,” he whispers against my lips. “You say no, and everything stops.”

“I want this,” I breathe, and his hands are on my ass, pulling me tight against him as he kisses me again, this time harder and deeper.

“I can feel your little nipples pressing against me,” he says. “God, I’m so fucking hard for you, princess.”

“They ache,” I admit, and he lifts his hands from my ass to my breasts, playing with my nipples.

“Where else do you ache, Cate?”

“My pussy,” I answer immediately, the dirty word making my cheeks heat.

He hums in approval and slides one hand down from my breast, over my stomach and between my thighs. “So fucking warm,” he murmurs. “Are you wet for me?”

I nod quickly.

“Let’s see,” he says, and then his hand is under my skirt, cupping me over top of my thin cotton panties. “Oh, fuck, princess,” he says. “Your little cunt is soaked for me.”

I nod again. “I want you so much,” I say, my voice shaky.

He smiles, joy and lust radiating out of his eyes at me, and I feel like the most beautiful, most desirable woman in the entire world. He’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, and when he smiles at me like that, it literally makes my knees weak.

“We need to get your little pussy ready, then.” He kisses me again, the kisses growing dirtier, the slide of his tongue wetter. He lifts me easily and my legs go around his waist as though I’ve done this before. My body’s instincts are taking over, and I’m not going to fight it.

He carries me into his bedroom and sets me down on his bed gently, like I’m a precious thing. Kneeling above me, he reaches beneath my skirt and slowly slides my panties down my legs. Holding my gaze, he lifts them to his nose and inhales deeply.

Oh. My. God.

Remember when I said Alex McIntyre looked like a sex god? I was wrong. He doesn’t just look like one. He is one.

“Oh, fuck,” he growls, inhaling again. “So goddamn sweet. And all mine.” Slowly, he pushes my skirt up, baring me to him. His hands are on my knees, pushing my legs apart, spreading me open. Heat floods my cheeks, especially when I feel myself dripping under his gaze. “Look at you,” he whispers. “So pink and glossy. Perfect little clit, tiny little hole, spread open just for Daddy.”

“Only for Daddy,” I say, and he rumbles out an approving growl. I’ve never played this game before; I’m just doing what feels right.

“That’s right. I’m the only one who knows just how pretty this pussy is. It’s all for me.” He stares for a moment, as though he’s memorizing me, and then he strokes a hand down my thigh. “Need to stretch you out and get you ready for my cock.” He palms himself over his jeans, and I can see the massive bulge there. Nerves squirm in my tummy as my pussy leaks fresh juices.

Alex tugs his shirt off and lets it fall to the floor. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of all his sculpted muscle and bare skin. I want to trace every dip and valley of his physique with my tongue, memorize every contour with my mouth. His hair is falling across his forehead, and his eyes are wild with lust and need. He’s handsome on his worst day, but right now, he’s devastating.

And somehow, he’s mine.

He settles between my spread legs, his shoulders pressing against my thighs. “Your little pussy is so swollen, princess. So swollen and wet.” He inhales, his nose brushing against my clit. I am a ball of flame and need right now. “Gonna make you feel so fucking good.” He kisses my outer lips, my mound, the seam of my thighs. “Daddy’s gonna take such good care of this sweet virgin cunt.”

“Oh my God, Alex, your dirty mouth is insane,” I say, sweat trickling between my breasts, my hands fisted in the sheet. “Don’t stop.” I love his filthy words and the way they make my tummy twist in the most delicious way.

He kisses my clit, groaning as he does, and the heat in my belly intensifies.

“You like this dirty mouth, don’t you, princess?” he asks between gentle kisses and long licks over my pussy.

“So much,” I breathe, threading my fingers into his hair. He moans and sucks gently on my clit, then licks all through my folds, as though he’s determined to taste every inch of me. Already, the pressure inside me is building. He moans as he kisses and licks at me, all the way from my clit down to my asshole and back again until my head is thrashing on the mattress and I feel like I can’t catch my breath.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he says, swirling his tongue around me. With his thumbs, he spreads me open. “So fucking pretty.” With his tongue sliding over my clit, he gently massages a finger around my entrance, teasing just his fingertip in and out. “I can’t wait to get inside you, princess.”

“Oh, God, that feels so good,” I moan, my hips starting to writhe on the bed. “I love the way your mouth feels on my clit.”

“It’s so swollen against my tongue.” He kisses my pussy again, sloppy and wet and perfect. “Are you on birth control?” he asks between licks and sucks, his finger still gently probing.

I nod. “Yeah. I’m on the pill.”

“Good. Because I want to come inside this hot little cunt. Mark it as mine.”

“Yours, Daddy,” I say in agreement, because I want that, too. “I want your come inside me.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs, sweeping his tongue over me. “This is Daddy’s perfect little cunt now. It’s only for me. It’s mine.” As he talks, he slowly slides a finger inside me. “Let’s see if we can find your G-spot,” he says, kissing my clit as he works his finger inside me. I feel it curl upward and then there’s a flash of intense heat as he presses it against me. “There we go,” he says. The pad of his finger rubs over me gently as he uses his lips and tongue to toy with my clit. “Does that feel good, princess?”

“So good,” I manage. My brain is a ball of mush. I can’t think. All I can do is feel.

He’s kissing my pussy again while massaging that little spot inside me, groaning. “Fuck, Cate. You taste incredible. You smell like heaven. I can’t get enough.” He’s like a starving man as he licks and sucks at me, feasting on my spread pussy.

And in this moment, I’m so glad I’ve never dated or had sex with anyone else. All I want is this. All I want is Alex.

“Want to fuck you so bad. I’m so fucking hard, Cate. I’m always so fucking hard for you.”

Everything inside me is hot and pulsing, raw with need.

“Can you take another finger for me?” he asks, dragging his lips over my clit.

I nod eagerly. “Please.”

He sucks on my clit as he works a second finger into me and starts to slowly fuck me with them. My pussy is so wet that I can hear it every single time he slides them in and out, but I’m beyond shame at this point. All I care about is how good he’s making me feel.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, and it’s like something inside me catches fire every time he says those words. “Your little pussy is gripping my fingers so tightly. My sweet little virgin.”

“You’re gonna make me come,” I say, my voice thin and reedy.

“Come all over my face and fingers, princess. Show me how good Daddy makes you feel.”

He works my clit with his lips and tongue and fucks me harder and faster with his fingers, and everything inside me goes hot and tight, almost to the point of pain. I clamp down on him as the first wave of my orgasm crashes over me, making me scream and shake. Pleasure so much more intense than anything I’ve ever felt rushes through me, all the way from my head to my toes, tingling and burning. My clit throbs wildly against Alex’s mouth as my hips thrash and writhe, and still he licks at me, fingers pumping in and out of my clenching pussy.

“Good girl,” he says. “Come all over my mouth. Come on my fingers. Such a good fucking girl for me.” He keeps going, kissing and fucking me, and it sets off an echo inside me as I come again. “Such a wet, messy little pussy,” he murmurs, sucking noisily on my clit, slurping on it. “So perfect, Cate. God, you taste so good. I don’t want to stop.” I’m so wet that his fingers are sliding in and out easily now, the sound of them fucking me filling the room. Gradually, he slows his licks and carefully slips his fingers out of me.

I whine at the loss of him, and watch, rapt, as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, savoring the taste of me.

“I’ve never come so hard in my life,” I admit as I shrug out of my dress. Alex’s eyes zero in on my breasts, his gaze hot and claiming.

“Good,” he says with a cocky smirk, rubbing the back of his hand across his glistening mouth. He raises to his knees and undoes his jeans, freeing his cock.

Holy fuck.

I haven’t seen one in person before—obviously—but I’ve seen enough on the Internet to know that Alex McIntyre is freaking hung. His cock is long and thick, moisture dripping from the slit and running down the length of him. The rounded head is smooth and red, and I have the urge to suck on it like a lollipop. I reach out and graze my fingertips over his heavy balls, and he shudders.

Once we’re both completely naked, he eases himself down on top of me, and we both moan at the feeling of being skin to skin for the first time. His cock is like a brand against my thigh, and as the last bit of bliss from my orgasm starts to fade, fresh nerves tangle in my stomach.

“Are you sure that’s going to fit inside me?” I ask, and he takes my hand and wraps it around his cock. My fingers don’t meet, and a thrill charges through me.

“We’ll make it fit, princess.” He kisses me as I stroke him tentatively. “Whose cock is this?” he grits out, his hips moving as he starts to thrust into my hand.

“Daddy’s,” I say, but he shakes his head.

“No.” He lifts his head and meets my eyes. “It’s yours. You fucking own this cock, Cate. Just like you own me.”

“Alex,” I whimper, and we’re kissing again, frantic heat spreading between us. “I need you. Please. Make me yours.”

He lets out an anguished sound and rises to his knees, then takes my legs and places them over his shoulders so that I’m spread wide open for him. The tip of his cock teases against my entrance and we both let out a loud moan.

He teases the head of his cock over my pussy, rubbing it against my clit, and then back down to my entrance. He slips just the tip inside me again, and I’m at war with myself because I want all of him right away, but I also don’t want this moment to be over. “Fuck, that’s tight. So wet and so fucking tight.”

He pulls the head of his cock out and rubs it all over my pussy again, teasing my sensitive clit.

“That feels so good,” I say, and he does it again, sliding over me, coating himself in my juices.

He makes a strangled sound and then guides his cock back down to my opening.

“Gonna press in nice and slow,” he says, and then leans down to kiss me, his tongue sliding against mine as the head of his cock presses against my opening.

“I can taste myself,” I say, and he groans. “I like it.”

“Tastes so good, doesn’t it? I could barely take my lips off of you.” His dirty words make me wriggle and writhe beneath him, and even though I just came—twice—my clit is already throbbing again. “Such a sweet little cunt. Gonna make it mine.”

He rises back to his knees and starts to press in, so, so slowly. I gasp at the sensation. I feel like I’m being split in two, but in the best possible way. It burns and throbs. It’s intense and amazing and a little painful.

It’s heaven.

He slides in and out of the first few shallow inches, working me open, sliding a little deeper with each thrust. I can feel it when he bumps up against my hymen, and he goes still.

“Tell me yes,” he says, meeting my eyes. “Tell me I can have this cherry.”

“Yes, Daddy. It’s all yours. Only for you.”

“Good girl.” He slides almost all the way out and then back in, not stopping this time, pressing in deeper and deeper until all I can feel is him. There’s a burning pain as he pushes deep, but I don’t want him to stop. I want him to take everything I have. I want to give this to him.

“Oh fuck, you’re so big,” I say. He groans and pushes even deeper, his face a mask of agonized bliss.

“Oh my fucking God,” he groans. “Princess, oh fuck. Fuck.” He clenches his jaw and goes still. “Are you okay?”

“It’s so big, Alex.”

“I know, princess. I know.” He kisses my ankle, my calf. “You’ll get used to it.” His eyes shudder closed. “I can feel you pulsing around me.”

I wiggle my hips tentatively, the feeling of something inside me foreign and insanely erotic.

“You’re so deep,” I say. “I feel so stretched and full.”

“Am I hurting you?”

“Only a little.”

His chest heaves as he drags his cock out of me and then slowly presses back in, somehow going even deeper this time.

“Alex!” I claw at his arms, the fullness stealing my breath.

He lets out the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard. “You’re okay, Princess. You’re okay. Just breathe. Breathe for me.”

I do, relaxing slightly, and he flexes his hips. “Good girl. Just breathe.” He slides out and back in again, and I could die happy just listening to the sexy groans falling from his lips. “Daddy’s good girl, taking me so well. You feel so fucking good, Cate. You’re so wet and tight and swollen. I can feel you squeezing the life out of my cock.” He starts to move in a steadier rhythm, and I swear I see sparks.

The sound of his cock sliding in and out of me, his balls slapping against my ass, fills the room, joining with our ragged breaths and low sighs.

“Such a perfect little cunt,” he grits out. “And it’s all mine.”

“It’s all yours, Alex,” I pant, clinging to him as he fucks me in a steady, slow rhythm that has my toes curling. My entire body feels like it’s on fire. I don’t want this to end. I just want to stay here forever.

“Fuck, I don’t think I can last,” he groans. “Such a good girl, making Daddy feel so good with your perfect little pussy.”

He reaches between us and starts rubbing my clit in tight circles.

“This is Daddy’s pussy, isn’t it?”

“Yes!” I practically scream, my hips now moving to meet his as he fucks me. My pussy is gushing, and it makes a wet sound every single time his cock slides in and out of me.

“Come all over Daddy’s cock, princess. I want to feel this pussy clench around me.” He’s fucking me harder and faster now, his fingers steady on my swollen clit, and it’s like something inside of me breaks. Shatters. And I come, long and hard, my walls clamping around his thrusting cock.

“Oh fuck, Alex. Alex!” I cling to him as my orgasm crashes into me. I’m lost to the waves of hot, heavy pleasure pulling me into an ocean of bliss.

“Good girl,” he says again, and it makes my clit twitch. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. Gonna come so deep inside this sweet little pussy. Gonna mark you with my come because this cunt is mine.” He sounds wild, and I love it. I can’t get enough. His thrusts are faster and deeper now, his breathing ragged.

“Yours,” I moan. I’m a live wire, and every delicious slide of his cock inside me sets off a fresh jolt of pleasure.

“Gonna make your little pussy so messy with my come,” he rasps, and I swear his words set off another small orgasm inside me. I squeeze him and he starts to come, ragged masculine groans falling from his lips as his cock jerks and pulses inside me. Wet heat fills me, and his thrusts slow and become erratic. “My sweet princess,” he growls. “Mine. My cunt. My woman. Mine.”

He drops my legs from his shoulders and comes down on top of me, taking my mouth in a hot, claiming kiss.

“That’s it, princess. Fucking squeeze me dry.” His cock flexes inside me as his thrusts slow, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, even as he fills me with come. He kisses me and kisses me, groaning against my mouth. I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him close, not wanting to let him go.

“Daddy,” I whisper against his mouth, and he groans softly.

He presses his forehead to mine. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Cate. I look at you and I feel like I can’t breathe with how much I want you. With how graceful and athletic you are. I want to spend every single second with you, because every second I’m not with you is an hour of agony. I need you like I need air. And now you’re mine. Because I meant it when I said that I was never letting you go.”

Deep down, I know that the level of his obsession should scare me, or at the very least be a red flag. But it’s not. I love it. I crave it. It makes me feel safe and secure. Wanted and protected and needed, all at the same time. He’d warned me he was intense, and he wasn’t lying.

I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be than with you,” I say, threading my fingers through his hair. “This is everything. Skating with you, being with you. It’s all I need. All I want.”

He kisses me again, softer and slower this time, and then carefully slides his cock out of me. I feel his come drip out of me, hot and a bit sticky as it trickles towards my ass. He presses up onto his hands and looks down between us, groaning. I look too and see the pink sheen of my virgin blood mixed with his come coating his cock. The visual evidence of what we just did makes my tummy dip and swirl with excitement and fresh arousal.

“Be right back,” he says, kissing me and then disappearing into the bathroom across the hall. I hear water running, and then he’s back with a washcloth. “Spread your legs for me, princess. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I do as I’m told, moaning softly when he gently but thoroughly cleans me with the warm cloth. It’s tender and sweet, and by the time he’s done, I feel all soft and melty. When he’s satisfied, he tosses the cloth into the laundry hamper and then slides onto the bed next to me, pulling me into his arms.

“Please tell me you don’t have to go home,” he says, toying with the ends of my hair. I can’t stop staring at him. He’s so gorgeous that it’s mesmerizing. And the fact that he wants me? I don’t think there’s a more addictive drug out there.

I grin and shake my head. “Nope. I’ll text my roommate so she won’t worry, but I can stay.”

He exhales, relief plain as day on his face, and it does something to my insides, twisting them into the sweetest ache.

“Are you sore?” he asks, smoothing a hand up and down my spine.

“A little. Very worth it, though. Thank you for taking care of me. I can’t imagine a better first time.”

“It wasn’t too…intense? All the Daddy stuff and the dirty talk?”

I shake my head, blushing. “No. I…I loved it.”

More of that relief makes its way onto his face. “I can’t explain it. You bring something out in me. This primal hunger.” He pulls me closer, and I swing a leg over his hip. His soft cock brushes against my clit and we both moan softly. “But I want you to know something. I might be your Daddy in the bedroom, but on the ice you’re my partner and my equal. Okay? I’ll always keep you safe and look out for you, but I’ll never make decisions for you.”

I smile softly. “That sounds perfect.”

“And you can still tell me no, princess. If there’s ever anything we do that you don’t like, it’s off the table. All I want is to make you feel good.”

“You made me feel so good, Alex. I’ve never come so hard in my life. Even now, my whole body is tingling from it.”

He kisses me softly. “You deserve to feel good. I’m lucky that I get to be the one who makes you feel that way.”

He’slucky? Gah. I have no words. None.

For several minutes, we just lie together, snuggled together, kissing occasionally, letting our hands explore with languid touches.

“Did…um…was it good? For you?” I ask.

He lets out a low chuckle. “It was fucking incredible. You were fucking incredible. So hot and sweet and gorgeous and responsive.”

I blush and duck my head. I shouldn’t feel any shame at this point, but this is all still so new to me. I have a feeling that Alex might always be able to make me blush, no matter how many times we do this.

He rolls onto his back and pulls me with him so that my head is on his chest, where I can hear the steady thump of his heart. I trace my fingers through the ridges of his abs, watching the muscles quiver under my touch.

“My sweet girl,” he murmurs, stroking a hand down my back. “Never going to let you go.”

My eyelids are heavy, and I snuggle into him, curling into his safety and warmth.