Alexander pov
I groaned as Choe's rubbed her ass against my painfully hard dick, the best way to wake up if you ask me. I rocked lightly into her soft curves, she was the perfect little spoon. Her head was using my bicep as a pillow and I might have lost circulation there but it is so worth it.
Her eyes were closed, but by how her breath got shallow with each thrust, I knew she wasn't asleep. I trailed my lips along her neck, biting lightly making her shudder against me. God, I loved how responsive she was. She was made for me, she was created to drive me insane. She will either be my everything or my downfall. Knowing that I already caught feelings is frankly ridiculous, in my 28 years of being on this planet I have never actually been in love. So knowing that I'm freefalling and it won't be long before I am is terrifying.
Sure, I dated and liked the women I've been with, but hockey always came first. With her, I'm ready to quit today if she would actually give us a shot. She will eventually give in, stop worrying about everyone else, and do what she wants. Hopefully, it will be me.
"Alexander" Chloe moaned as I moved my free hand to her pussy that was already soaking wet. How long was she rubbing herself on me before I woke up? I fucking love how she uses my full name and not Alex. I fucking hate being called Alex, it's either my full name or Sasha.
"Kotenok, is there something you'd like?" I teased her clit, not giving her what she actually wants. I want her to tell me exactly what she wants. I want her to tell me all her deepest desires, I want to make all of them come true. I think she is my kink. Anything she does turns me on.
She whimpered, trying to move my hand closer so she could rock against it, but I just moved it further away. "Please," she cried out. Her frustration only makes me harder. Note to myself, got to discuss edging with her on a different occasion. She might think it's a one-time thing but she could never be more wrong.
"Words, Chloe. Tell me exactly what you want." my voice dipped, and I let my Russian accent come out, she seemed to love it. Most of the time it is unintentional but I think I'm about to start using it a lot more often.
I could see the battle in her eyes, she didn't have alcohol to fuel her confidence anymore but she wanted this just as much. "Please fuck whilst your fingers play with my clit." I almost growled, her voice came out so innocent whilst her wishes were anything but.
"Good girl," I used my fingers to rub her clit with enough pressure to make her moan and rock against my cock. Fuck, I need to be inside her. I pulled my arm out from underneath her, replacing it with a pillow instead. Reaching over to the nightstand I got another condom out.
She whimpered her annoyance as I removed the other hand that was playing with her so I could roll the condom on, she was cute when she was annoyed. She was almost pouting which is not something I thought I'd see but I love it nonetheless.
"Quit sulking or I won't fuck her." My warning made her stiffen but the glare she gave me promised murder. I chuckled before discarding the foil onto the floor, I'll clean it up later.
"Fuck, Alexander." Chloe moaned as I slid right into her, wet pussy tightening around me. How can one feel so good?
I slowly fucked her, not wanting to rush it, I want to savour the moment. I'm sure she will try to run as soon as her brain won't be clouded by need. I want to make it last as long as possible.
I kissed along her jaw, nibbling on her soft skin, I wanted to mark her and let everyone know she was off limits but she wasn't ready for this. So I will settle for what I can get.
My hand reached between her thighs once again, I want to make her feel so good she won't have a choice but to return. I want her obsessed with me like I am with her. I want last night and this morning to replay over and over in her head. I need her to need me.
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Breaking Ice
RomanceChloe King A new start, a new beginning to make something out of myself I won't let anyone stop me from succeeding Moving across the USA for a new job is hard enough Now imagine you capture the attention of a star hockey player? Your childhood crus...
