Sophia, Javi, and I enjoy some general chit chat that ends up with us talking about work. Rayna eventually joins and time gets away from us as the teams slowly dissipate from the hotel bar.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have joined you three. I’ve kept you too long. Go and have a lovely night!” Rayna says and shoos us all away.
Looking around, Riley is nowhere to be seen. I check my phone and didn’t feel the vibration when his text came through fifteen minutes ago.
See you on the lounge when you're ready. :)
Heading up now.
I am so nervous heading up to the hotel room, barely talking to Javi and Sophia in the elevator. I think they said tomorrow’s dinner is still on, and they’ll see us down in the foyer at 6:00 p.m. I’m in a daze as I reach our door and knock. Why did I knock? Who fucking knows? I feel so out of my element.
Riley opens it suspiciously, and then relief washes over his face when he realises it’s me. “Hey! Left your key here?” He raises my room key up in his fingers.
“Ha! Yeah.” I accept that reason and smile at him. It was a bit overwhelming when we left the hotel room for the drinks.
He opens the door wider to let me in, and I head to the lounge. This is the best place for a conversation or whatever we wanted to do after what happened earlier.
Riley follows and sits down next to me. Not too close, but within an arm’s span away.
“I had to use some of your body wash today.” He sniffs his arm.
“I told you that you should have bought some when we were at the shops, and it was on special.” I laugh.
“I’ll just use yours,” he says, but it doesn’t sound like he is joking.
“It’s berries though! You know Javi will have a field day with that.” I laugh.
“It smells so good, though,” he says, diving straight into my neck and inhales. “Yup, still smells like berries.” His breath draws out goosebumps down my arms.
“Do we need to talk about what happened this afternoon? Or what is most likely about to happen now?” I say with much more conviction than I feel. I am about ready for him to pick up where we left off and fuck me against the wall.
“We absolutely can,” he says, kissing and biting my neck. “Can I stay here while we talk about it?”
“Sure, I can take on a challenge.” I really can’t. My fingers grip the lounge cushion. “I’m not a relationship person.”
He falters for a moment, and then goes back to focusing on my neck. “We can go causal? Friends with benefits? Whatever works for you.”
“Can you do that?” My eyes close. He is hitting all the right spots. “I don’t want you to…ohhh…I don’t want you to get caught up and…oooohhhhh…think this is something more than it is. I can’t do a relationship.” My hands move to his head, runningmy nails across his skull, to which he groans and bites my neck a little harder. I moan.
“I can do it. Whatever you are comfortable with.” He grips me and in a smooth, fluid motion, pulls me to on top of him. I squeal as he pulls me tighter against his body, staring into my eyes. “What do you want to do?”
I consider and say, “I’ll work out the details later,” and crash my mouth onto his. I need to taste him again. Feel his skin under my fingers. I disregard my self-imposed questions and enjoy his tongue tangling with mine. His hands grip my ass, grinding his cock into me. I moan into his mouth.
“That’s it,” he exclaims, getting up off the lounge and throwing me over his shoulder .
“What?” I ask, utterly confused and impressed he could get off the lounge from that angle with me on him, let alone manoeuvring me over his shoulder so smoothly.
“I’m taking you into the bedroom, so I can work on all the ways I can make that noise come out of your mouth over and over again for the rest of the night.”
If I wasn’t flood-level wet before, I definitely am now.
Riley flings me onto the bed. Crawling over me to meet my lips, he kisses deep and passionate, our bodies not touching. One hand keeps him above me, and his other hand roams through my hair, down my neck, and finds my breasts, caressing and squeezing each one over of my clothes. His mouth moves to my neck as his hand roams further down under my waistband, his hand keeping my panties as a barrier. He gently kneads andteases me, touching me everywhere but where I want him the most. He drags his fingertips across my pussy, feeling the wet material under his touch. I am so swollen it feels ultra-intense, and I breathe in sharply. He goes back tonottouching me directly, and I let out an exasperated sigh. He repeats the action, but puts more pressure against my clit, making my breath catch in my throat.
He dips his hand into my underwear and does the same motion, and now it feels delightful. My hands find his shoulders as my head falls further back into the bed, arching my chest, exposing my neck. Each stroke from his fingers is slow and lingering, and I feel like I might burst with each flick of his finger on my clit. I've been thinking about this for too long. Dreaming about it. Imagining it. My body starts to take over and move with his fingers, my grip on his shoulders helping me ride his hand.
“I’ve been waiting to see you come undone. I want to see…feel you come against my hand,” he whispers as he slips two fingers into me and bites my neck. I grind on the palm of his hand and come with his fingers curling and pressing against that sweet spot. My eyes shut, seeing stars. My head is swimming with the explosion of pleasure and I am still fully dressed. Opening my eyes, Riley is laying next to me, head propped up on his hand. “That was amazing to watch.” His voice full of awe and desire, dipping down to kiss me softly, but I want more. I deepen the kiss and start to undo his pants. He meets my urgency, helping me take his clothes off, then removes mine.
Kneeling between my legs, looking down at me, I marvel as I look back up at him. We got here so easily. Why am I not nervous anymore about this?
