“Keep talking about it,” I say between pants, “and I might change my mind.”
Riley pulls me down into another kiss. He rolls us so that we’re side by side, and we grind as we make out, our bulges rubbing together. I find my rhythm with him, riding the waves of pleasure that pass between us, the burn of his stubble driving me wild. It’s like I’m all sensation, all pleasure and instincts and need.
With another grunt, Riley starts working my jeans open. “Give me that cock,” he tells me. “I want to suck it.”
“Bossy,” I tease, but I crawl up. Getting in position, I push his shoulders to the bed, then shove my pants off. I fish my erection out of my purple boxer briefs, and Riley drags his fat tongue over his lips as he stares at me. “Should I make you beg for it?” I ask him, feeling saucy after our argument and recalling a particularly hot scene between Lark and Relix.
He reaches up and rubs a hand over my torso, then down to my hips, nearly touching my cock. “Wouldn’t have guessed you were kinky like that.”
“I’m not exactly kinky, but you bring something out in me.”
His hand goes around to my ass, and he gives my cheek a firm squeeze before he pulls me to him. “Yeah,” he says, “I knowthe feeling.” He licks his lips again. “I’ve been tested. Don’t need you to put a condom on unless you want to.”
I shake my head quickly, okay with this risk. “I’ve been tested, too.”
He parts his lips and leans up, and I ease forward, giving him my cock. Riley draws his hand back to my front and grips me by the base as he guides me to his mouth. Instead of swallowing me down right away, he swirls his tongue over my crown, playing with me with a surprisingly gentle touch.
I moan softly, trembling as we slow, melting. His grip works up and down my shaft, and it sends jolts of tantalizing heat straight to my core. When I lean back to support myself, I find his hips, then rummage for his dick. He’s pulled it out of his jeans, and I take his girth in my fist, feeling him pulse as he sucks me.
Riley looks up to me, eyes wide, and I plunge my dick into the warmth of his mouth. We pick up our rhythm, and he writhes at the hips as he fucks my hand. There’s slick precum dripping onto my fingers, lubricating his shaft as I explore him.
I gasp, surprised as he expertly swirls his tongue around my cock. Riley keeps staring at me, eyes fixed on my body as he sucks me off, and it’s driving me wild. It’s him, the infuriating mechanic, my local nemesis. And there’s just as much passion in every gasp and throb of pleasure now as there is in our arguments.
He pulls his mouth off and licks up the underside of my shaft. “I’m going to make you cum so goddamn hard,” he says and plays with my balls, tugging on them as he licks me.
I corkscrew my fist up his shaft as my eyes roll back. “Look how wet you are,” I tell him. “You’re dripping like a hose for me.”
When I drag my thumb over his crown, he growls. “Give me that dick again,” he demands, and rubs my erection to his scruffy face. “I’m going to suck a load right out of you.”
I push my cock back into his mouth, and Riley goes at it with even more enthusiasm. He paws my balls and strokes my base as he sucks me, working my erection, eyes locked back up. Enjoying the attention, I arch my back, putting myself on display while I stroke his fat dick. I feel him pulsing harder, throbbing as we drive ourselves toward release.
My balls tighten. Our bodies are both racing toward a climax, but I fight it the best I can. With my dick in his mouth, Riley’s jaw is stretched, and there’s sweat on his brow. His scent goes to my brain, and I thrust harder, fucking his face as he groans his encouragement.
Finally, it’s more than I can handle. I squeeze his erection in my hand and let out a strangled moan as my body clenches, all my muscles seizing with pleasure. His cock pulses in my grip, and when I thrust across his lips, my crown hits the back of his throat. Riley shoots first, convulsing as he orgasms into my hand. Buried deep in his mouth, I surrender to the climax, shooting my load as I stare down.
I fall off of him and land on my back, gasping for breath. The hotel room spins around me. When I regain a little bit of sense, I sit up.
“Damn,” I manage.
Riley pulls a few tissues from the bedside table. “Damn,” he agrees as he cleans off his belly, coated with pearly cum across his furry happy trail. He hands me a tissue, too, which I use to wipe off my hand.
As my brain starts to function again, I pull my underwear and pants on. Riley follows my lead, tucking his dick away and then grabbing his shirt.
“Not what I expected from theGalaxy Demonspanel,” I say.
He snorts and shakes his head. “Still can’t believe you like that show.”
When we catch eyes, we both kind of half-smile. In the post-orgasmic chemical rush, I feel warmth for him, but I quickly manage to gather myself back together.
“I love the show,” I tell him and pull my shirt on. “And now that we’ve gotten this out of our systems, you and I can go back to disagreeing about every little thing.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I go to the bathroom. My knees are wobbly, so I take a few minutes to wash up and compose myself. As I do, clarity returns to my thoughts, and a new sense of shock rises up, tinged with a hint of panic.
I just hooked up with Riley. How in the hell are things going to play out between us around the gayborhood now?
I smooth down the front of my shirt, composing myself. No reason to let him see me flustered. When I’m together again, I walk back out into the hotel room.
“Enjoy the rest of the con,” I say as I lift my tote bag.
“Sure,” Riley answers, and crosses his arms over his chest. “See you around.”
Without another word, I hurry off.
