“God, you feel good, Tori.”
She smoothed her hands over his chest and leaned forward. The feel of Alex’s cock swelling inside her took her breath away. “I can come hard when I’m on top like this.”
“Yeah?” He dragged her forward. “Let’s find out how hard.”
* * *
Alex shifted his hips upward, burying his cock deeper. Watching Tori’s face, seeing that flush spread over her body, made his balls tighten. He could shoot inside her right now, but damn if he didn’t want to prolong this. She was beautiful and lush and he could spend all day fucking this woman, watching the ecstasy on her face as she tilted her head back and rode him.
Her breasts thrust forward as she rocked her hips up. Alex gritted his teeth and held on for the ride, giving her all the control.
He loved older women. They were into sex for their pleasure, and they knew exactly what they wanted and how to get off. Young girls often were so concerned about how they looked and whether they were pleasing the guy, worried about whether or not they’d get dumped. It seemed sometimes—at least to him—that they couldn’t concentrate on their own pleasure. So many of them just damn well didn’t know how to let go, relax and have fun in the sack.
Tori knew. She took control of his cock and used him for her own pleasure, and watching her brought him right to the edge.
She was beautiful, her body flushed with sex, her nails digging into his arms as she dragged her sweet pussy over him. And when she reached between her legs to stroke her clit, and her pussy tightened around him, he knew she was ready to go off. He thrust into her and her eyes widened.
“Yes. I’m going to come.”
He knew it, and he dug his fingers into her hips, lifting her, then impaling her onto his cock, pistoning into her with hard and fast strokes until she cried out and ground against him. Unable to hold back, he let go, the force of his orgasm making him shudder as he held tight to Tori, rolled her over onto her back and thrust deeply into her for those last few strokes.
Parts of him tingled. Damn, that had been good. He loved the feel of Tori, inside and out, from the way she looked to the way she laughed and the way she smelled. He enjoyed talking to her and he sure as hell liked her sweet mouth. He kissed the side of her neck and lifted his head to find her grinning up at him.
“Ready for round three?” she asked with a wicked smile.
His cock twitched and she arched a brow.
“If I had a free day, babe, I’d wear you out.”
“I don’t doubt it. Now get off me and let’s clean up so you can catch a few breaths before you have to get back in the water.”
They took a quick shower, and Tori ordered room service so he could grab a bite to eat. One of the other things he liked about her was that she wasn’t clingy, and didn’t ask when she’d see him again, which was another reason he tended to avoid entanglements. There were a lot of women who wanted to latch onto him because of his connections in the surfing industry, or simply because of who he was.
Tori seemed to enjoy being with him just because of him. And he really liked that. He really liked her. She relaxed him, and he was always so hyped up around competition time that he needed to be around people who would help him take it down a notch, not someone who’d ratchet up his tension level.
As he finished his sandwich and polished off his glass of water, she picked up her phone again, obviously to check the time.
He smiled. “You trying to get rid of me? Got another date?”
She laughed. “No. I’m worried you’re not going to make it back in time for your next heat.”
He tapped his temple. “Like I told you. It’s burned into my head.” He pulled her phone across the table and noted the time. “I’ve got forty-five minutes. But yeah, I hate to eat and run.”
She pushed her chair back. “Don’t be ridiculous. You have a job to do. That has to be your primary focus.”
She walked him to the door and he pulled her against him, burying his face in her vanilla-scented hair. “You make this way too easy on me.”
“You don’t need some woman holding you down. Concentrate on the waves.”
He inhaled, sighed, then tipped her chin back to take a taste of her. Sweet, sensual, he could get lost in her. He could lose the whole day in her. But she was right. It was time to get in the water. “I had fun.”
She smiled. “Me, too. I’ll be on the beach cheering for you.”
“Thanks.”
After she shut the door, he made his way to the elevator, more relaxed than he’d been when he first hit the waves this morning.
Tori was exactly what he needed throughout this competition. A woman who knew what she wanted, who enjoyed sex, and who put no strings on him.
Damn, he was a lucky guy.
He hit the beach, watching the waves as he made the walk to the competition area. Adrenaline started flowing as he spotted the boards in the water. He stopped just as Matt rolled onto a wave and dropped down under it.
Whether it was him or someone else, watching someone shoot a tube never failed to spark him up and make him crave being out there. At thirty-five, he was a veteran rider. He wondered how many more years of competition he’d have before he’d have to yield to some of the younger boarders. He was already starting to feel the effects of years of surfing. You didn’t do what he did without suffering some injuries, and the body started to notice after a while.
He was wavering between thinking about what the next step in his career would be to still feeling that longing to be out in the water every day. It still surged in his blood and gave him a reason to get up in the morning. He couldn’t think of anything he loved more—or what the hell he was going to do when he didn’t have surfing in his life anymore.