Rinkmates: A steamy Hockey Romance (The Mates series Book 1)

I have no idea how I made it out of the Uber without fucking her right there, but we made it into the apartment complex.

Liora yanks me into the elevator and presses me against the frigid metal wall, her hands gripping my shirt collar. I return her intense kiss as she begins to unbutton my shirt. “Damn, Liora. I need you so badly.”

She lets out a low moan as she pushes my shirt off my shoulders, her fingers tracing the lines of my chest. I reach down and grab her ass, pulling her tight against me. I can feel the heat radiating off her, and I know she’s just as turned on as I am.

I slide my hand up her thigh and her breath catches in her throat as my fingers slide under her skirt again, feeling her still wet and eager for my touch. I caress her clit, gently moving my fingers in circular motions over that sensitive spot as she squirms against me.

The elevator bell chimes, and without breaking our heated kiss, we stumble out and into my apartment. We barely manage to open the door before shedding our clothes. Her skirt drops to the floor, followed by my shirt. In our haste, a shoe lands on the lampshade, leaving a trail of chaos behind.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

We crash into the kitchen corner and our groans fill the air as her hands roam wildly over my hair, chest, hips, pecs, abs—fuck, everywhere. I try to touch every part of her at once and declare that two hands are not enough. Our movements are frantic and feverish, and we stagger toward my room.

“Fuck, I need you,” I pant, and we collide with the couch, the wall, and her door along the way. With one swift motion, I unclasp her bra and let it fall wherever it may. I eagerly kiss her lips and almost stumble over my own pants bunched around my ankles.

She yanks on my hair, and I dig my nails into her back, both of us consumed by raw, primal need. It’s like we’re two wild animals, clawing and tearing at each other, desperate for more. The heat between us is intense, uncontrollable, and I can’t get enough of her. I feel starved. And it just doesn’t get better. We kiss like warriors, and she fights back just perfectly.

By the time I fling her onto the bed, we are both naked. I take a moment to admire her, her creamy skin flushed with arousal, her blonde hair splayed out on my pillow, her chest heaving with ragged breaths, as those blue eyes roam over my tattoos, my abs—just every part of me.

She’s a goddess, and I’m a man on the edge.

I kneel at the foot of the bed, just looking at her.

She is a vision, laid out before me with her legs spread.

Her skin is flushed pink with arousal, and her wetness glistens in the dim light of the room. I can see every curve and contour of her body, the way her breasts rise and fall with each breath, the way her hips tilt up toward me. And in the center of it all, her swollen clit beckons me closer, aching to be touched.

“Fuck, Liora, you’re so wet, it drips down your thighs.”

“All for you.”

I sigh. No dream I’ve ever had about her could top this. I’ve imagined this moment over and over again, and no dream could be this perfect.

I open the condom, sliding it over my hard dick and stroking it. Her eyes fall on my length.

“Touch yourself,” I rasp.

She slowly massages her breasts. There’s a dare in her gaze. She’s so sweet but oh so sinister it drives me crazy, and I pump even harder. She pulls on her nipples until they are hard and pink. I can’t tear my gaze away. Liora’s killing me.

She moves her right hand down between her legs, her fingers slipping easily into her pussy, and I just stare. Watch her. Sighing, my own hand wraps tightly around my throbbing cock. I take in every stroke, watch her, learn how she likes it, where she needs that touch. I can see the muscles in her thighs tensing as she works her fingers in and out, her thumb circling her clit all the while. Oh, I can see it swelling even more, and I just know I have to taste her.

Leaning forward, I bury my face between her legs, my tongue lapping at her clit as I slide two fingers inside her. I press my dick against the mattress because, shit, I can’t take it anymore. I need friction. Any friction, and she tastes so fucking good.

Her hips buck against my face as I fuck her with my tongue. Her muscles clench around it, her orgasm building as I work her clit with wet strokes.

I insert my fingers inside her once more, watching as she throws her head back against the pillow and grips the mattress tightly, each thrust pushing deeper and deeper.

“Shit, Riley,” she says, and my balls tighten.

I press my dick harder against the mattress, dying to finally get inside of her.

But I’m not done with her yet.

Pulling my fingers out of her, I lick them clean, savoring the taste of her sweetness. “You taste amazing,” I say and smile at the way she looks at me. The way she’s so turned on.

I climb up to her mouth, my cock pressing against her entrance. I kiss her and she spreads those thighs for me.

Her lips are so swollen and glistening—fuck, it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

I tease her entrance with the tip of my cock, savoring the feeling of her against me.

I need to fuck her.

But first, I want to taste her again. I slide my fingers back inside of her, her slickness coating them as I pull them out. I bring my fingers to my mouth once more, sucking them clean, the taste of her sweetness sending a jolt of pleasure through my body as she shivers just from watching me.

My cock twitches with need. “Please let me fuck you.”

“Shut up and fuck me already,” she says.

Laughing, I say, “Look who’s so needy.”

I reach down, my hand wrapping around my cock, and rub the head against her, teasing her with its size. She gasps, her hips bucking up to meet me. I can feel her tightening around me, her body begging for me to fill her up.

“Please,” she begs, her voice hoarse with need. “Fuck me. Please, Ri.”

She grabs my ass, pulling me closer.

With one swift move, I drive inside of her, my cock filling her up completely.

She cries out, her body arching off the bed as she takes every inch of me.

“Good girl. You take it so well,” I say, the feeling of her tight, wet heat around me almost too much to bear.

My hips thrust in and out of her in a steady rhythm. The wetness of her envelops my shaft, her warmth inviting me deeper.

She wraps her legs around my back, pulling me closer as she meets me thrust for thrust. Our bodies move in sync, the friction building between us. Her breath hitches as I hit that sweet spot inside of her, and I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

But then, there’s a shift.

I notice her crying out, but there’s no corresponding throb inside of her.

Her walls don’t tighten enough, and my dick almost immediately loses all its blood. No, for fuck’s sake. She’s faking it. No.

“Stop,” I command.

Her eyes grow wide.

I wrap a hand around her neck and thrust my dick even deeper inside until she gasps in pain this time. “You think I can’t spot an orgasm? I know how an orgasm feels, baby.” This alone tells me she’s only ever been with fuckboys who don’t know how to please her. “Don’t you ever try this on me again,” I say, and it transforms into a curse as I thrust again.

I press her gently into the bed, my hand firm but tender around her delicate neck. My grip tightens with a surge of need, then softens as I stroke her neck and whisper, “Don’t worry. I’m going to show you how to come properly on my cock.”

I pull my cock out of her, grab her by the waist, and turn her around in one swift move. “But first, you’re gonna pay for the faking.”

“Riley, I’m—”

I slap her ass, not too much but enough to make her yelp a little. She turns to face me and there’s a wicked glint in her eyes.

“That wasn’t all you got, right?”

I slap her again, and she cries out. Real and raw and I revel in the way she cries out and sinks down before me.

I press her back down with my hand, positioning her ass just how I like it. Seeing this ass like this will ruin me for every other girl. Because this is perfection.

“Now go, apologize, babygirl,” I say, cupping her cheeks and squeezing them. Fuck, it feels even better than I thought. Her ass is so round and soft.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice trembling while I fuck her.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good that you don’t have to fake it anymore.”

I keep on gripping her ass, and she gives me those little pathetic moans I love so much while I push inside of her from behind, the sensation of her tightness around me sending waves of pleasure through my body. As I fuck her, I reach down, my fingers finding her clit, and start to rub it in slow circles in time with my thrusts. She cries out again, louder this time. I can feel her walls clenching around me, the pleasure building inside of her. I’m not gentle. No. I fuck her rough. Just like she deserves after this stunt, but she likes it. My fingers rub harder while my others work her nipples, and just when she cries out so loud that I know she’s close, I stop.

“What. Riley, I—”

I move us so I’m on my back. “Ride me. I need you to come on my cock, baby.”

And with that, she straddles me, her wetness sliding easily onto my cock as she rides me. It’s slow and sensual at first, her hips rocking back and forth as she grounds herself against me. But soon, she’s bouncing up and down, her tits jiggling as she takes me deeper and deeper.

“Yeah, baby, use me.”

Riley, she mouths, but I can feel that she’s still somewhere else in her head.

“Stop. Pleasing. Me,” I snap, guiding her hips slower, making her grind that clit on my stomach, until she whimpers in a desperate way again. Yeah, that’s how she likes it.

“Use me, I said. Don’t fucking think about if I like it because I always will.”

And that’s when she rides me like I’m her tool, and fuck yeah, I love it.

I reach up and grab her breasts, my fingers pinching her nipples. I can feel myself getting closer, my orgasm building as she grinds her clit over my pubic bone over and over again. She doesn’t care if her movements do anything for me. She works my dick just like she wants it, and I can’t hold it anymore.

She groans and the walls inside of her clench around my cock. I start to push my hips up and down and up and down so fast she’s vibrating against my skin. My free hand moves to the back of her neck, pulling her close and pressing my lips against her damp skin.

“Shit, Riley. I’m…I’m so close,” she says, and I keep on pushing. Faster and faster. “Fuck. You’re like a huge vibrator. This…this is so good.”

My orgasm is building and building, my cock swelling inside of her as she rides me harder and faster. I can hear the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together, the dirty, filthy noises driving me wild as I kiss her fucking hot neck.

When she finally comes, she shouts my name, her body shaking as she collapses onto me. As if she’s pushed a button, the minute I feel her come, milking my cock, I explode inside her.

Fucking hell.

As we lie there, panting and sweating, I know that this is it. This raw, dirty, and unapologetic need is what I wanted. What I craved.

She ruined me.

Because now I won’t ever let her have sex with anyone but me.

“Fuck, that was incredible,” I say.

“Yes,” she whispers, collapsing onto the bed beside me.

We lie there, both staring at the ceiling, for what feels like seconds or maybe minutes—I’m not sure.

“Just don’t ever fake it again, okay?”

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, her voice barely audible. “I was afraid I’d take too long. My ex couldn’t stand it when I did, so I guess I just got used to faking it.”

I take her hand in mine. I hate the word ex on her lips. I also hate that idiot fucker. Worshipping her is everything I need. “I don’t care how long it takes. Every moment of having sex with you is pure bliss, baby.”