Holden #2
I skimmed my hands over her ass, sliding down her legs then back up the insides of her thighs. Her breathing was uneven, jagged, as she squirmed on the mattress.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please, what?” I asked, continuing to touch her, tease her.
I knew Astrid wanted me, but I wanted her to admit it. I wanted to hear her say exactly what she wanted me to do to her.
“Please, Holden. I need you.”
Mm. That was good enough for me. Now, if only she’d admit that she needed me and not just for sex. We’d get there; I was confident of it.
I was one of the highest-scoring centers of all time. If I could face down my opponents and dominate on the ice, I could win Astrid over. I was patient. Creative. And when I set my sights on a goal, I would let nothing stand in my way.
I slid my finger between her folds, reveling in how wet she was. How much she wanted—no, needed—this. Me.
“Such a pretty cunt. It’ll look so good wrapped around my cock.”
She moaned.
I gathered her juices, using them to coat her clit, getting her really messy. She gasped, her hips gyrating as she tried to force me to give her more pressure. I smirked, loving the sight of her on all fours for me. I kept my touch light, dotting kisses down her spine. Worshipping her.
She shivered, and I kept at it, driving her to the brink of completion and then pulling back. Doing it again and again until she was a shaking, panting mess.
“I swear to god, Holden…” she gritted out after the fourth? Fifth time? I’d lost count.
Before she could finish that sentence, I flipped her over onto her back. She let out a surprised squeak, her legs falling open. Even better.
I grinned down at her, taking my cock in hand. Her eyes were hooded, tracking my every move. Her skin was flushed, lips swollen.
“That’s hot.” Her tone was breathy.
“You like that?” I slid my hand up and down my cock, putting on a show for her.
She bit her lip and nodded. She cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples.
I groaned. “Give me the toy.”
She perked up, snatching it off the nightstand and handing it to me. It was heavy. Beautifully crafted. Almost like a piece of fine jewelry.
Instead of immediately turning it on, I leaned forward and pressed her thighs open. I licked up her seam, lapping up her pleasure, obsessed with this woman.
She fisted her hand in my hair, tugging on the strands. When she started chanting my name, I stopped. I wanted her to be just as consumed by me as I was by her.
Her body sagged, the orgasm dancing just out of reach once more. “You’re evil.”
“You’re one to talk.” I gave her a pointed look.
Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked so sexy when she said, “Please, Holden. Just let me come once.”
“Just once?” I teased, knowing neither of us would be satisfied after only one time.
“Okay, once to start,” she amended.
“You want this cock.” I stroked myself. “Tell me how much.”
“God, you are such an ass,” she muttered, and I tried not to laugh. She’d been so close to coming so many times, she was getting cranky. She wanted that orgasm.
“Beg,” I said.
She sighed. “I feel like I’m going to explode and only your dick can get me there.”
“Try again. More genuine this time.”
She nearly growled at me. But then she took a breath. “Please, Holden. I need you inside me.”
I grabbed a condom and rolled it on. “Spread those legs for me, schatje. Let me in.” And not just to your body, to your heart.
I pushed inside, sliding home. We both groaned, and I rested my forehead against hers. She felt like heaven. Warm and welcoming and right.
I started moving, driving deeper, as deep as I could go. She gasped, raking her nails down my back. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she chanted, spurring me on.
“You are beautiful.” I kissed her.
I angled her hips, shoving some pillows beneath them. Then I grabbed the toy from the nightstand and pressed the on button. The toy immediately started vibrating in my hand. I slowed my pace, adding the device to the mix. When I pressed it to her clit, she cried out.
“Oh, holy—”
“Feels good?”
She nodded, gnawing on her lip. “So good,” she gasped out.
Just watching her take her pleasure from me was pushing me over the edge. I needed to touch her, kiss her, everywhere. So, I did. Putting my hands and my mouth on everything I could reach. Until she cried out, her body convulsing around me.
“Damn,” I muttered to myself just as a wave of pleasure crested in me. “Oh fuck. I’m going to come.” Her eyes darkened with wicked promise.
The vision of her, sated and grinning, was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. This woman was going to be the death of me. And somehow, I was completely fine with that. Astrid might not want a relationship, but I could play the long game. I’d win her over in the end.
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“Emerson,” Nate growled.
“What?” I paused. “Oh, are you concerned you won’t be able to keep your hands off me?” I hadn’t meant to say that.
But now that I had, I was curious. Did he regret this morning? Regret waking up together or regret stopping us?
Hell, I didn’t know how we’d ended up tangled together. I just knew that it felt good. More than good—amazing. But he’d been right to stop us even if I’d never been more horny or embarrassed.
Pretending to be engaged in public was one thing, but this was…well, it felt as if the lines were blurring between real and pretend. My heart and my head were getting confused, and we were playing a dangerous game.
“I shouldn’t have…” He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry.”
Sorry? He was actually apologizing?
I wasn’t sure whether to be happy or not considering the context. Instead of responding, I went over to the pile of pillows on the floor and started gathering them up.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Making sure you stay on your side of the bed, mister,” I said in a playful tone as I laid the pillows in a line down the middle. I didn’t want to fight with Nate. He’d apologized, and he was sincere. Besides, I had enough drama in my life, and I needed us to be a team.
“Seems a bit juvenile if you ask me,” he said.
“Well, I didn’t ask you.” I stood back to admire my handiwork. “There.” I dusted off my hands.
“This is—” He started kicking at the pillows. “Ridiculous.” He took one and tossed it on the floor.
“You’re ridiculous,” I said in a huff. Why couldn’t he just leave it? I was trying to make peace with him.