I don’t think I’ve ever gotten set up so quickly in my life, and yet it seems to take way too long for me to attach the camera and Riley’s phone to the tripods and check the angles. I’m making the final adjustments to the one in the bedroom when I hear the shower switch on, and I’m back in the bathroom in the blink of an eye, just as Riley is pulling his shirt over his head. He turns a sultry gaze on me and says, “Time to hit record?”
“Ready when you are.” I’m surprised I’m able to keep my voice steady with the way anticipation has me about ready to vibrate out of my skin.
I press record and immediately reach for the hem of my shirt. As soon as the fabric is over my head, Riley’s lips are devouring mine in a steady, sensual rhythm that keeps time with the pounding of my heart. He’s already fully naked and helps me push my own pants down without ever breaking our kiss. The feel of his hard length pressed against mine as he pulls me to him has me dizzy with desire already. Reaching up, I take hisface gently in both hands to anchor myself, because if I don’t, I fear I might float away. Fuck, I love kissing him. Kissing has always felt like a job to me. A necessary precursor to the stuff that people are actually paying to see. But with Riley, I feel like I could spend all day in bed with him, fully clothed or not, just making out with him like we’re teenagers. Something about his lips on mine feels like home in a way nothing else ever has before.
Riley hums softly and pulls back to look me in the eyes. There’s a gentleness in his gaze that suddenly makes me feel so small and vulnerable…but in a way that makes me feel secure, not exposed. I lean forward to place a light kiss to the tip of his nose, which he wrinkles with a laugh before catching my mouth with his again.
“Should we see if the water’s warm yet?” he whispers against my lips.
I forgot the shower was even on, honestly.
Riley takes me by the hand and leads me across the bathroom, waving his free hand under the steady stream of water and sighing in approval at the temperature before stepping under the showerhead. I’m mesmerized as I watch his light brown hair turn almost black as the water soaks in and trickles down his neck. Rolling his shoulders, he closes his eyes and groans in bliss, reaching between his legs to stroke himself firmly once, then twice. He looks like he’s carved out of marble, skin glossy as the water glides over his firm shoulders, abs, and thighs. I’m frozen in place, just staring, until one green eye pops open and the corner of his lip tilts up in an inviting smirk. “Come on in, the water’s fine,” he teases.
I nearly trip over the pants still tangled around my ankles in an effort to get to him, and we both laugh as he reaches out to catch me, pulling me into his arms for another long, slow kiss. Goosebumps break out across my skin as warm water rainsdown over us. His tongue teases at my lips, and I open for him eagerly, reveling in the slick heat of his tongue against mine. I tighten my arms around him as he starts to pull away, and he chuckles softly into my mouth. “I’m just getting the shampoo,” Riley promises me, voice languid and reassuring. “I want to wash you.”
Swallowing hard, I nod and release him. The two steps to the shelf lined with products feel too far away. After opening a couple of bottles to sniff, he finds one he’s satisfied with and pours a generous amount into one hand before rubbing them together and turning to run both hands through my wet hair. A fresh, earthy scent that’s undoubtedly called “rainwater” or “ocean breeze” wafts into the steam, and Riley laughs as he soaps me up, pressing his palms together in my hair to give me a shampoo mohawk. I let out a little growl and playfully nip at his lower lip.
Determination lights up his eyes, and he slowly drops to his knees between my legs, wrapping one hand around my cock and stroking lightly, just enough to tease. I groan at the flick of his tongue against my tip and rest one hand on the back of his head, encouraging him to keep going. He obliges happily, wrapping his lips around my head and tightening his grip just slightly. As he begins to gently suckle at my tip, my eyes roll back, and the whine I let out is completely undignified. I would be embarrassed if I weren’t so high on the euphoria of having his perfect mouth wrapped around my cock. “Oh my god, baby,” I pant, “your mouth is fucking incredible.”
Riley smiles around my dick and lets out a satisfied hum as he takes me deeper, continuing to work the remaining length in his fist with one hand and reaching up to gently pull at my balls with the other. My fingers tighten in his hair, and it takes everything in me not to push him deeper. I had his mouth on me with Dante, but this somehow feels like…more.His tongueswirls around the ridge of my head and then dips into my slit, wiggling as if he’s trying to fit his tongueinsideof my dick, and the sensation is so foreign, so unexpected, that I worry I might come on the spot. As if he can sense this, he pulls off of me abruptly and squeezes my balls lightly.
I’m panting and delirious from being pushed to the edge like that so quickly. I’ve prided myself on my stamina in the past, but all of that goes out the window as soon as I’m inside him, and then I’m basically a two-pump chump. This time it’s just his mouth, and I’m already worried I’ll embarrass myself. He kisses down my shaft and pulls one of my balls between those incredible lips, licking and sucking before giving the same treatment to the other. I pull him off of me and lean down to press my lips to his again. How can someone’s mouth be so fucking perfect?
“Let me wash you, too,” I say quietly when we part.
One of Riley’s eyebrows raises in surprise, but he doesn’t protest, instead leaning back to grab a bottle of soap. I watch as he squeezes a dollop into my hand, and I can feel him watching me intently, but I can’t look up at him just yet. I take a few deep breaths, allowing the knot of sudden emotion in my chest to loosen just a little. Once I’m sure I have my feelings in check, I reach up to soap each of his firm pecs, pausing to roll my thumbs over his nipples before running my hands up and over his shoulders, down his arms, and along his broad back before cupping and squeezing his perfectly round ass in my palms. “You have the most amazing body, baby,” I whisper reverently, massaging his cheeks and dipping one finger between them to brush over his hole a few times. He sighs in satisfaction and drops his head onto my shoulder, gently rutting his hard cock into the crease where my hip and thigh meet.
I continue to lather the soap across his skin until the water has washed it all away. “You gonna open me up?” Riley breathesagainst my neck. “Stretch out this tight hole so you can fit inside me?”
Jesus fucking Christ.I’ve obviously heard my fair share of dirty talk. Hell, I’ve got my own roster of go-to phrases. But when sweet, smiley Riley talks to me like that, I’m so hard I think I could come without any contact at all. I make a strangled noise in the back of my throat that’s something between a whine and a grunt, and he plants gentle kisses down my neck to my collarbone, where he worries the skin between his lips and sucks until he leaves a purple mark right near the top of my tattoo sleeve. He pulls back and examines his handiwork, running his thumb over it and humming with pride before stepping over to the shower bench and bending over to plant both palms in the center. Wiggling his ass in invitation, he twists to look at me over his shoulder with an alluring smile.
That’s all the encouragement I need. I practically dive into his ass, spreading him open with my thumbs and licking a long stripe over his hole before leaning back and spitting directly onto it to get him good and wet for me. I can’t tear my eyes away as the little pink pucker contracts tightly and then relaxes again, and I can’t resist the urge to reach out and swirl my thumb over it, tapping gently. Riley lets out a low groan and pushes his hips back toward me, spurring me on.
Spreading his cheeks apart with both hands, I lean back in to lick and suck at his rim, softening him up until the tip of my tongue can breach him. I want to taste him inside, and I push my tongue as far into him as it can go. “Oh,fuckyes,” he shouts, bucking his hips against my face. I do my best to hold on, kissing his cheeks, his taint, his hole, the backs of his thighs. He’s groaning and crying out as I feast on him, sucking a mark onto his ass cheek to match the one he left on my collarbone.
I’m so hard I’m leaking. I want to be inside him so badly, but I never want to stop tasting him, and I’m also worried that Imight go off the second I get just the tip into him. Hell, I might come just from eating him out. He tastes so fucking good, and his hole is so fucking beautiful. I want to take artsy photos of it and hang them on my bedroom wall. I want to worship it until he’s crying for me to stop. I want to live in his ass, alternating between my tongue and my fingers and my dick until I die. Just the thought has me way too close to the edge already, and I pull back with a gasp and grip the base of my cock hard. “Fuck, you’re incredible,” I pant, staring down at his wet, open hole.I fucking did that.
Riley twists back to look at me again, concern etched across his pretty face. “No, don’t come yet,” he says urgently. “You didn’t come, right?”
“Not yet,” I reassure him between deep breaths. “Close. But not yet.”
He stands upright and turns to face me, his own cock hard and wanting, the head flushed dark red. Gently maneuvering me so that we trade places, he sits me down on the bench and pushes my knees apart before taking a seat on my lap, his back flush against my chest. My needy cock rests between his cheeks, and he twists back to press his lips to mine in a slow kiss to help me calm down.
I thought maybe our connection that first time was a fluke. Maybe just excitement over trying something new, and it’s always great shooting with Nate. But then the second time with Dante was just as powerful, even though it was entirely different. I knew that there was something between us that I wasn’t going to be able to ignore…but now? The chemistry is like a fucking wrecking ball, destroying every wall and self-preservation tactic I’ve had locked in place for years. I’ve never had sex with feelings like this before, and I’m equal parts terrified and enraptured. I’m already addicted to the way I can let go of myself entirely when I’m with him.
“Ready for me to ride you?” Riley asks, reaching down to grip my cock and nudge it against his hole.
“Mmhmm,” I whine, closing my eyes and concentrating on calming my body so that I’ll last more than ten seconds once I’m inside him. I take hold of him by the hips and let him go at his own pace, spreading my legs wider to help ease the way.
He slowly circles my tip against his hole, concentrating hard as he pushes back against me until the head pops through his ring of muscle, and he lets out a strangled sound. I tighten my grip on his hips to slow his progress. “You okay, baby?” I check. He nods and releases my cock, gradually sinking down onto me until he’s seated fully on my lap with all of me buried inside him.
He relaxes against me with a sigh, dropping his head back and turning to smile at me. “You feel so good inside me,” he breathes, resting his head against mine and nuzzling at my temple. I ease my grip on him and slide one hand around to caress his lower stomach, imagining I can feel myself nestled in his toned belly. Taking his cock in my free hand, I stroke him leisurely a few times to let him adjust and hopefully help him feel as good as I do right now. He makes a small noise in the back of his throat that seems to be approval and lets me take care of him for a few minutes until he’s ready for more.
Sitting forward, he plants both of his hands on my knees and begins to use his powerful quads to post up and down on me. I’ve never had anyone ride me in this position, I don’t think, and I might have died and gone to literal heaven. I can’t be sure. But this angle has me sodeepthat we couldn’t possibly be any closer if we tried, and yet it isn’t enough. I’m overwhelmed by the intense intimacy of being joined like this, dropping forward to press kisses along his spine as he continues to work himself up and down my length.
“Stroke my cock, babe,” Riley instructs, and I don’t hesitate to oblige.
“Can I make you come?” I ask, desperate suddenly for him to give me his approval. I’m not sure when he took charge of this situation, but I love it.
