CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
FINN
Riley kicks the door closed behind us, and we grope each other as we kiss our way across his studio apartment. I’m burning up with the need to touch him, feel him all over my body, and the rough scrape of his hands on my skin electrifies me.
When I approached him on the street, I had no intention of ending up here. But we’re both half-naked and streaked with pink glitter paint, the music and cheers of Pride can be heard out the window, and that spark has driven us straight into each other’s arms.
Like Relix and Lark, fate seems to drive us together.
I pull my lips back, and Riley lets out a ragged breath, the tattoos on his muscular, broad chest rising and falling. We’re standing in the middle of the small space, and I cast a quick glance around. There are cardboard boxes scattered among the old furniture, piles of books on the floor and the small kitchen table, and a laptop sitting open on the couch.
He’s barely unpacked, a reminder that he isn’t turning this apartment into his home. Riley is only in town temporarily. That solidifies that this is a hookup, some indulgent and slightly scandalous fun in the middle of Pride weekend, and after the last hectic weeks, I intend to enjoy it.
I kiss him again, arching up against his burly body. Riley drags his hand around the back of my head, pulling me closer, and I lose myself in his heat.
“Tell me what you want,” he says under his breath, his voice dropping close to a growl. “If I’m getting another chance with you, I intend to leave you satisfied.”
I pull my hand down from his broad shoulders, exploring his hard nipples and hairy chest. “You like to satisfy.”
“Yeah. And I want to see that face you make when you orgasm.” He pulls my chin up, looking me in the eye. His heavy brow is furrowed, and I see the steely, hard desire in his hazel eyes. “Haven’t forgotten how sexy you are.”
My legs feel like lava, and my dick throbs at the compliment. After all our tumultuous encounters, the praise from Riley does something special to me.
“Haven’t forgotten about you, either,” I tell him, and I swipe my mouth over his for another kiss. I lower my palm to his crotch, feel his hard bulge in the boxer briefs, thick and pulsing, and Riley growls again as we continue to kiss. “I want this,” I tell him as I squeeze his dick, mouth on his. “Do you want to fuck me?”
“Fuck yeah,” Riley answers as he grabs me by the side, and I let out a surprised laugh when he pulls me to the bed. This time, he gets on top of me. He buries his tongue in my mouth as we kiss, and I wrap my leg around his, pulling him close as our erections rub.
Like in the hotel, he slows, finding a rhythm that stokes my desire, his moves responsive to every hitch in my breath.
“I’ve got condoms in the nightstand,” he says. “And lube.”
I nod, sweating and breathing shallow. “Let’s take it slow. I don’t want to rush things, either.”
He draws his hand between my legs and feels my ass. “Good,” he says as he drags his fingers along my cheeks. “I’m going to take every minute you give me.”
His confidence is hot, the same firm, steady energy that used to infuriate me now focused and driven at my pleasure. We kiss again, and I tug his underwear down as he strips me, pulling my boxer briefs, carefully removing them, and tossing them aside. Riley shoves his fingers in his mouth, wetting them, and begins to play with my rim as we make out.
Teasing my entrance... His cock hard against my own...
My muscles tense, and the sensation coils through me as I pant. He goes nice and slow, but steady, and there’s a rod of pleasure that starts at my hole and goes straight up to my head, where his scruffy beard scrapes my face.
I ease into position, spreading my legs and giving him easier access. Remembering how he seemed to like it when I teased his nipples, I play with the hard nubs before I finally find his dick, rock hard. Wrapping my fist around his shaft, I massage him, stroking with a slow rhythm to match his gentle circling of my entrance.
Riley pulls away from the kiss. “Want to lick you,” he says, and I see there’s sweat on his brow.
I roll over and arch my back, playfully presenting my ass to him. “Please.”
He looks at me, his breath heavy. Riley’s stare makes me hot, and I push a hand back, feeling between my cheeks, teasing him. Finally, he gets down, and I gasp as he drags his tongue up my rim.
My eyes roll back as I bury my face in his sheets. His scent fills my nose as he licks me with his fat, warm tongue. The wet heat is soft, but the scratch of his beard burns, and the combination of sensations ignites me as he focuses everything on my pleasure.
I push my ass back, writhing my hips as he works me, needing more. Just like he promised, he goes slow, and I start to pant and moan, more turned on with every second. Riley’s tongue pushes in, opening me with gentle pressure, and his rough hand reaches around to find my dick.
“Tell me how you want it,” he says.
I’m leaking, shaking with so much bliss I think I might come apart. “Riley, fuck,” I groan, pushing my ass back to take him deeper. “I’m ready for more.” With his free hand, he rummages off to the side, then returns with a slicked finger, which he pushes in slowly as he continues to lick me.
“Gotta get you ready for my big dick,” he growls.
