“Are you game?” A loaded question I don’t have the valour to answer truthfully.
I smile and push him down on the bed and straddle him, feeling him hard under my core. Moving down to drop the toys on the bed by our side, I pop open the lube, squirting some into my hand to rub up and down the length of him.
“We can put a condom on, but I am clean and on birth control. If you are okay with that?”
“I am okay with that, as long as you are. I've been checked recently, too.”
Nodding, I take the silicone, black cock-ring and rubbing the excess lube over it, I stretch it down his cock as he breathes in deeply, staring at me, his fingers digging into my thighs. Positioning myself over him, I slowly settle down over his cock, obscenely filling me as I take him completely.
“So, who gets the remote?” he asks, but is already gripping the remote in front of his face to inspect the buttons.
“Who said you are in control of this situ—” The vibration suddenly pulsates through me. “Fuuccckkkkk!”
“I’m always in control, gorgeous. And if it’s in control of your orgasm, that’s always going to be me.”
My teeth chatter and thighs tremor as he plays with the vibration speed, reducing me to an inarticulate mess, trying to catch my breath. Then something races out of my mouth without thinking.
“Riley, I am happy with how things are going right now. I don’t want anything to happen to mess this up. This…arrangement we have,” I blurt out, inelegantly.
Feeling him stiffen under me, I worry I have changed this somehow. He’s picked up on my feelings. Found me out.
“Of course. Whatever you want.”
He puts the remote down on his chest, gripping my hips. Moving my hips to grinding against him. Slowly dragging the movement. Building the friction along with the vibration, then stopping so I feel the vibrations throbbing through my pussy before starting all over again. Bringing on my orgasm and then taking it away. My head lulls backwards.
“Best view right now,” he mutters.
His words draw back my attention back to his face, looking up at me. The look in his eyes.
“Riley…” I whisper and never saw it coming. His thumb hits the speed up and rips a thunderous orgasm out of me. He follows, pulsating inside of me. Shutting off the vibration quickly, he sets the remote next to him. Running his hands up my sides, I fold over and press myself against him. Not getting off him, keeping him close. Not wanting to leave this moment.
My hands snake around his neck and I am content listening to his heart thudding behind the cockatoo under my cheek.
22
Mabel
Hearing the door click shut pulls me out of my sleep.
Straining my eyes against the light pouring into the room, it takes me a while to adjust to the brightness. The same amount of time it takes for Riley to re-enter the room.
“Close your eyes.” He stops in his tracks.
“Do I have to?” I mutter, eyes still squinting.
“Yes, spoilsport.”
Shutting my eyes, the brightness coming through my eyelids darkens and I hear the blinds being closed.
I feel Riley sit on the bed on my side, causing the mattress to dip. “Okay, open.”
My eyes open and he sits, presenting me with a box from the shop we stopped at for his mum’s present. I look at him, confused, and open it cautiously. It’s the laptop bag he bought.“Happy birthday.” He smiles.
“How did you know today was my birthday?” I ask, bewilderment set on my face.
“Rayna let it slip. Well, she asked if we were all doing something fun for your birthday while we were here, and I askedmore questions,” he replies with a shrug. I run my hand over the smooth leather. “Thank you, but it’s too much.”
“Don’t be silly. Just accept it. You keep carrying around your laptop in your arms, now you won’t drop or break it.”
