The Contract With Her Father's Billionaire Rival-Chapter 59. R18: She Felt Just Right.

Alaric couldn’t hold it anymore.

All day, he had wanted to do this. He had wanted to be this close to Nicolette. To feel her tremble. To see her bare. To hold her.

"Alaric..." she said, her words caught in her throat.

The water rushed between them and he found the tap’s head and turned it off.

Her eyes widened, her hands wrapped around her chest.

She looked so cute trying to cover everything he could already see.

Her pink nipples stood, erect between her fingers. And her essence? He could smell that already.

"What?" he asked with the right amount of amusement in his tone. "Can’t I get you clean? Is it because there’s no soap?"

Her eyes fluttered and he could see the desire in them.

She wanted him too. So why was she denying the feeling?

"You can’t come in here... fully clothed. Besides I need my..." she paused as her eyes followed his fingers.

One button after the other, he took off his shirt, revealing his bare chest.

Her eyes widened with shock and her mouth parted. "Alaric!"

Oh, he loved how she called his name.

It drove him wild, berserk.

He chuckled, enjoying the dilemma in her eyes. She was both intrigued and terrified about what was going on. "What?"

"You..." she said, trying to protest, but she paused, the desire in her eyes increased.

He chuckled as he pulled off his shoes and socks. They were wet and squishy, and he just threw them on the bathroom floor.

She bit her lip, her cheeks reddening even more. "We could just..." she trailed off again.

Oh yeah.

He had saved the best for last.

And God, if this was how she would look at him every time he took off his trousers, he would strip for her forever.

He threw the trousers next to the shoes and socks, and then slowly, he removed his boxers.

He was hard and ready, and the shock—the delight—in Nicolette’s eyes made him harder.

"Come, let’s get you clean."

He thought she would protest, but she didn’t. She walked into his opened arms as he turned on the tap again.

The cold water touched his skin and it added to the heat building inside him. He pulled her closer, allowed his dick to rest at the bottom of her abdomen as the water fell on her hair.

"Where’s your soap?" he said, even though he knew he wasn’t going to get an answer.

He ran his fingers through her black hair, scrubbing gently at her roots. She moaned, dropping her hand and revealing her bare breasts.

Desire surged through him as he watched her enjoy his hands in her hair.

He swallowed. "You like it?"

But she didn’t respond again. Instead, her hand dropped to his cock.

He gasped at the unexpected contact and closed his eyes.

She squeezed his length gently as she tiptoed to kiss him. He captured her lips, sucking on them like his life depended on it.

Well, right now. His life did. He just wanted to be inside her.

She kissed him back. Hard. Fierce. Pressing her nipples to his chest.

He grabbed her butt and squeezed it. She groaned into his lips, her hand wrapped around the edge of his cock.

He teased her with his length, rubbing it gently against her stomach. Her knees buckled but he caught her quickly.

"I got you," he said, his thick voice filling the bathroom.

He dropped his hand to her stomach and flicked at her small pubic hair. She leaned forward, completely overcome with passion.

He slid a finger inside her and she grabbed his shoulders for support. He thrust into her center, playing with her clit as she continued to hold onto him.

"You like that?" he asked, and she got wetter. "Oh, that’s my girl. Rock that finger."

And she did.

She angled her leg, lifted it slightly against the pristine white bathroom wall.

"Ah," she moaned, her lip caught in between her teeth.

"Come for me, baby," he coaxed, adding another finger inside her.

She groaned, her eyes shut in complete surrender.

"Yes. That’s my girl," he said softly as he felt the moisture wet his hand.

He lowered his lips to her nipples, taking one bud into his mouth, one after the other. Then, he flipped her over and entered her from behind.

"Ah!" she screamed.

He arched her back, pounding her with everything he had.

"Alaric..." she cried, her tone hoarse.

He rammed into her, his body aching for more. He pinned her against the wall and thrust into her from there.

She arched her back, parting her legs wider for him.

"Just like that," he said, his mouth brushing against her ear.

She shuddered, her hands plastered on the wall, searching for support.

"I got you, baby. Go crazy," he purred.

She melted under his body. Her body gave in to his. Her legs buckled.

He nipped at her ear and she shuddered again.

"Come here," he said, straightening her up.

Her eyes were half-shut with desire, but she obeyed. He took her to the other side of the wall.

"Touch your toes, baby."

Nicolette didn’t even hesitate. She bent down, her butt wiggling as she did.

He groaned at the sight before him. He could see her opening—beautiful, wet and ready for him.

God, he just wanted to cry out loud in pleasure.

He penetrated her and she tensed up slightly.

"You can take it, baby." He encouraged her.

She nodded as she parted her legs for him, though her body was still tense. Slowly, gently he grinded her. He angled his dick, finding the right position.

Her body began to ease under this new rhythm and her slickness increased against his penetration.

"Good girl. Keep it moist for me."

His words seemed to get to her and before he knew it, she slammed herself against his erection.

"Oh, you want it faster now?"

She moaned.

"Use your words baby."

"Yes. I want it faster," she purred, her pace around him increasing.

"Get wet for me," he coaxed, and a gush of liquid lubricated her area. "Fuck yeah."

He thrusted her, slamming into her with all his might. The harder he slammed, the lower she got. The wetter she became, the harder he got.

He tapped her ass and moaned. A rush of ecstasy overtook him, and he drove deeper, harder, faster.

"Alaric." Her tone sharpened. "I can’t... I can’t..."

"Wait for me," he said, his voice thick as he crushed her breasts softly in his palm.

He jabbed deeply inside, the ripple of sensation taking over.

He groaned, unable to stay in control, but he found his words. "Come for me, baby."

She gasped as he straightened her up, pressing her against the wall. He lifted one leg of hers, positioning his impact.

One thrust.

Two.

A third.

And both of them grunted.

They moaned as their bodies pressed to each other, bringing themselves to climax.

Alaric poured on the bathroom floor, just as Nicolette squirted all over too.

Panting, he gave her ass one small squeeze, as he wiped his forehead.

"How was that?" he asked, his chest heaving.

"Now I have to actually get clean," Nicolette teased, her breath equally uneven.

He chuckled as she turned on the tap. "Let’s get clean together."

Before she could protest, Alaric joined her under the shower. They shared a single breath, their bodies locked in closeness, mingled in silence.

He rubbed Nicolette’s back as the water flowed down her body. She didn’t shy away like he had thought. Instead, she rubbed him too.

Her hands scrubbed his chest, stopping to squeeze his nipples.

Their eyes locked and they laughed. He scrubbed her hair and they just stayed like that under the running water.

After a moment, they both showered properly and then stepped out of the bathroom.

"Are we going anywhere yet?" Nicolette asked as she dried her body with a towel.

"No, maybe dinner later," he replied.

"Alright then," she smiled. "I guess we have time to rest then."

He chuckled. "I guess."

He dried himself off as well and slid into the king-size bed. He cranked up the air conditioner with the remote he found on the bedside table and adjusted on the bed.

Nicolette joined him, her head resting on his arm. They chuckled as they nestled into each other.

Everything felt just right.

She felt just right.

They lay in silence until they both drifted to sleep.

Alaric jerked out of sleep. He looked down at his arm and saw Nicolette resting peacefully. Quietly, he removed his arm, careful not to wake her.

He rubbed his face as he stood up from the bed.

God, he felt so good. So relaxed.

Nicolette’s body was everything, and he couldn’t wait to have her again. The thought filled him with delight as he walked over to the luggages by the door.

The bellboys had brought them in with him, but when he had heard the shower running, he knew he had to be there.

Best decision ever. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

He sorted through the clothes and selected a black suit and new Louis Vuitton shoes.

He needed a drink, so he dressed and walked out of the room. He found the private bar on the third floor.

All thanks to the hotel itinerary.

"Scotch on the rocks, please," he told the waiter behind the counter.

As he waited for the drink, a figure approached him.

"Alaric?"

He turned to the voice and groaned. "Alexa? What are you doing here?"

Just wonderful—to see an ex-girlfriend on his honeymoon with his wife.