He grunted with pleasure as I worked at him. That small sound was enough to spur me on.
I wanted more. I wanted him.
I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, exploring him, tasting him, enjoying in his moans. I opened wider, sliding down his length.
“Fuck,” he bit out, trying to stifle his groans.
I struggled to take him deeper, starving for him, taking my fill. I pulled back, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, then took him inside my mouth again and again, over and over, setting the pace, tasting him deeply and relishing moment of it.
"Aubrey,” he choked out, “I’m going to—”
It was intoxicating, knowing that I was the one making him feel this way.
Before he could say anything else, I dove back onto his cock, sinking him as deeply into my mouth as I could. His groans encouraging me, I quickened the pace, sliding up and down the thickness of his shaft. He jerked and twitched. He was close. I picked up the pace, greedy for him.
Riot threw his head back in pleasure as I felt him cross the threshold, his cock pulsing in my mouth. I took all of him as he spilled inside me, savoring the taste of him.
He fell to his knees beside me, looking spent. I felt his heart beating against mine as he pulled me close. We both slumped back against the bookshelf, holding each other.
“Aubrey,” he began.
I wondered if he might thank me.
“I believe in you,” he said, instead.
The words were simple, but they struck me right to the core.
“I believe in you and I’ll protect you,” he continued.
My chest brimmed warmth. I snuggled deeper into his arms. We sat in silence, holding each other.
With Riot behind me, it felt like I could do anything.
