Playing the Polo Player Read Online Aria Cole

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32995 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
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All I know is that it seems like a force of nature that propels us together.

His lips are just as I remember them, tender yet demanding in a way that I find absolutely sensational. This time, he presses his tongue against my lips and gains access to my mouth. The wet, soft flesh of our tongues dance together to a beat of their own making. My hands roam to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as my fingers curl into his long, blonde strands.

Rupert peels away from the wall and in a quick movement, reverses the position so that I’m the one against the wood. He scoots us over, so that we are in the corner of the stall. It’s with this decision that I remember we are in public. Anyone could come in and catch us making out like this. It should deter me, but it only adds to the excitement for me. Knowing we could be caught, knowing that he clearly doesn’t care enough to not be doing this with me.

His hands are on my chest, groping and massaging my breasts through my tank top. My body is eager to be experiencing his touch, and I want more of it. And as if he is a mind reader, or simply wants more for himself, his hands glide down my front. My cheeks are burning as Rupert peels just enough away from me to place his hands between us. He’s unbuttoning my jeans.

And he’s staring at me. My gaze catches his. His eyes are intense, swimming with desire, and watching me so very closely. The feeling of his fingertips brushing against my smooth, plush skin as he slips them into my panties makes another ripple of excitement course through me. Rupert hovers over me, and I widen my stance a little to give him better access. He maintains eye contact as he reaches my sex and gently strokes me.

The blush on my cheeks deepens at the realization of how wet I already am from all the excitement. His mouth is back on mine as he presses a finger into me. My tongue slips into his mouth to muffle my moans. He adds a finger and starts pumping his hand in a sensational rhythm, slipping half in, then out, and then slamming all the way inside, his thumb grazing my clit with every motion.

I greedily grip his crotch, finding his member hard and pressed against the fabric of his pants. Rupert’s hand movements gain speed, pumping faster as I stroke him through his pants. Are things going to escalate? Are we going to hook up in a public stable?

I’m so turned on, I’m not sure my shyness can win today. I’m not sure I could walk away, even if I wanted to.

I can feel him pressing into my touch, which inspires me to get bolder and start unfastening his belt. Rupert’s fingers withdraw from me and glide up to my bud, stroking it in quick, tight circles. Oh fuck. He’s going to get me off, I can feel pleasure compounding inside of me at an exponential rate. I stuff my hand into his pants, despite them still being buttoned and zipped. There’s nothing more I want in this moment than to make him feel like I do. My hand wraps around the hot, throbbing shaft of his member and—

There’s the distinct sound of a scared horse, the creature whining and neighing. It’s the foal I’ve just sold. The sound is fresh in my mind from earlier. Just as I try to push the thought aside and continue with what’s going on, there’s a voice.

“Has that damn breeder left yet?” Anders asks someone. “How am I supposed to bond with this thing when I can’t even get near it? She needs to come give me some better answers.”

My heart drops and Rupert pulls away from the kiss. His chin rests on top of my head and he keeps moving his hand. This shouldn’t be so hot, but here I am, teetering on the edge of an orgasm, with people just feet away from us and no door to grant privacy. The quiet then gives me the ability to hear their footsteps. Oh good! They are leaving. I’m having to bite on my lip hard to keep silent as a climax starts to welcome me.

Zzzz. Zzzz. Zzzz.

My phone is vibrating in my back pocket, and I know right away it’s Anders wanting me to come talk to him about the horse. I know that I have to get it, but how can I? Sexually frustrated, edging toward the hottest orgasm of my life, and within hearing distance of the person calling me.

Rupert seems to understand this without me saying anything and he reluctantly withdraws his hand from my pants. Instantly, my body cries out for his touch to return—but now isn’t the time nor the place.



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