Instead of answering anything I’d confessed, Riggs locked his stare onto mine.
“Pick the way you want to come,” he said slowly.
All of the options he’d given me sounded good, but considering how regal I found him there in his chair, there was no question. I slid off the bed and sank to my knees, crawling the few feet to the chair. Riggs cursed under his breath when I mounted him then threaded his fingers into my hair.
“Reach back and pump the toy up some more. I really want you to feel it down there.”
I squeezed the bulb until my eyes rolled back, then let it fall onto the floor behind me. I had no idea how big the plug had inflated itself inside of me, but I hadn’t had anything that big inside of me before. I hadn’t really had much inside of me ever.
“Now,” Riggs said, lifting the top of his foot against my balls. “Move. And tell me what you fantasize about.”
The rough friction of his jeans against my cock was agony, but in the way that made me desperate and horny. I braced one hand on his knee, my other hand curled around his wrist. There was nowhere to look besides up at him, no way to miss the adoration on his face when I started to move. Riggs might not have wanted me sexually, but he wanted me, and that was more than enough.
It was everything.
“Sometimes I think about running into you at Rapture,” I admitted, fucking my erection against his ankle. “I come on to you and we go to a private room but somebody is already there and you make me suck your cock while they fuck.”
“Do I get hard?” he asked, pulling at my hair.
I shook my head, embarrassed at how much precum I was smearing on his jeans. “No, but you get really rough with me. Like full on…oh, shit…”
“Full on what?” Riggs prompted, tugging the strands in his fingers to set a different pace for my body.
“Face fucking,” I blurted. “It’s messy and I’m crying about it, and the people there stop what they’re doing to watch.”
Riggs hummed, a rumbling sound in the back of his throat that vibrating through his whole body and straight into mine. I grinded my asshole down onto his foot, the plug swelling and pushing deeper into me as I gave my cock some air between our bodies.
“I always thought you have a voyeuristic streak in you.” He let go of my hair and patted it back into place, shook my hand off of his wrist and settled it on the outside of his thigh. “I loved watching you jerk off that first night. You were so into it.”
“Did you really like it?”
“I wouldn’t have taken you to the bathroom and done it myself if I hadn’t.” Riggs paused and pulled his lower lip between his teeth. “Why’d you stop?”
“I didn’t mean to,” I said quickly, pumping my hips against his shin. “Fuck. Oh, my God.”
Every nerve in my body was on high alert, and my inability to look away from Riggs didn’t help matters at all. He watched me like he was a predator, all coiled tension and focus barely restrained beneath the surface. I believed him fully when he told me his pleasure was mine, and it was that understanding that drove me straight to the brink of an impossible second orgasm.
“Just like that, baby,” Riggs coaxed. “Take what you need from me. It’s yours, alright? It’s all yours. I’m…”
He cradled my jaw in his hands, holding my head steady even as the movements of the lower half of my body turned more erratic. I grabbed his forearms, mouth falling open as I thrust against his leg once, twice more.
“I’m gonna come,” I warned, hips jerking and out of my control. The plug inside of my ass knocked into my prostate with every frantic move I made, but Riggs’s fingers against my jaw dug in and kept me grounded.
“Just like I told you to. There’s my good boy, yeah?” Riggs licked his lips and stared down at me. “You’re the best at this. You’re so perfect for me, aren’t you?”
The pressure built at the base of my spine, and Riggs pressed his thumbs against my cheekbones, tilting my face up. It lifted me barely an inch, but it was enough to change the angle of my body against his and keep my orgasm at bay. The sound that left my throat at his denial sounded painful and foreign, and I shoved my body against his, chasing again after my pleasure.
With one hand, he undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. He freed his cock and held it out for me, mostly soft in the grip of his fist. I fucked myself higher onto his leg so I could get him into my mouth and it was the salty and sweaty musk of him that finally sent me over the edge.
I shouted out around his cock and Riggs pulled back his hand, funneling his whole length onto my waiting tongue. I choked at how full he made my mouth, even flaccid, and when he grunted and fucked up off the chair and into my face, the game was finished. A second orgasm slammed through me like a tidal wave, jets of cum splattering against the chair and his leg. He flattened his hands on the back of my head, keeping me pinned in his lap with a mouthful of cock while my body fought violently through every second of a painful release.
“I wish you could see yourself,” he said after my tremors quieted down. My face still shoved between his legs, my cheeks covered with spit and tears. “Goddamn, I could…”
Riggs groaned, collapsing back into the chair and finally loosening the hold he had on me. I moaned happily and rested my cheek against his denim clad thigh, mouth still stretched around his dick, my own erection twitched valiantly against his leg as the last remains of cum dribbled out of the tip.
Much sooner than I would have liked, Riggs took his cock out of my mouth. He smiled down at me, using his thumb to wipe the corner of my lip.
“Come up here,” he said softly, helping me fight my way onto his lap. He slid his arms around me, dragging his palms up the length of my back before drawing them back down to the globes of my ass. He fidgeted around with the tube on the plug, finding the valve to deflate it and giving it a twist.
