Our breaths mingle, and we sink into the kiss once more. Not an inch of space remains between us. Riley’s cock is hard against me, his movements dragging it repeatedly over the seam of my cotton shorts and lighting up my already-sensitive clit. I remember how good he felt inside me when we were together in his truck—the incredible stretch as he filled me, the connection that went far deeper than just the physical.
I need to feel that again.
Still groping my ass, he continues to grind into me, causing a sticky heat to gather between my legs. I whine at the breath-stealing ache, desire clawing at my insides.
“Please,” I beg against his mouth. “I need you.” He pulls back, brushing his nose against mine, before giving me one more soft, tender kiss.
“What about the boys?”
“Still playing video games,” I say between panted breaths. “With their headsets on.”
He smiles, a little devilishly. His lips are puffy, and his pale eyes are as fiery as I’ve ever seen them, gleaming with sensual promise.
“You’ll still need to be quiet—”
“So will you,” I shoot back, thinking of the incredibly carnal noises he made that night on the ridge—deep grunts and guttural groans which only served to drive me higher.
He chuckles as he backs off the bed. Moving to the door, he double checks that it’s locked. “Noted,” he says, then grips the collar of his shirt at the back and rips it up and over his head in that fluid way men do, revealing an inked chest full of hard-packed muscle. It’s the kind built through tough labour rather than hours in the gym, though I know he spends time on the court, too. I hadn’t had a chance to appreciate him like this before, dark as it was that night on the ridge with the approaching storm. The sight of him now makes my mouth go dry. Shirtless and cast in lamplight, he looks indecently hot. Someone with the skill to do so needs to draw those abs, I think, before frowning—because I don’t actually want anyone else to see him like this. Riley’s is a body capable of both brute strength and untold pleasure. I swallow a moan as I take in the roped muscles of his colorful arms, the breadth of his strong shoulders, and the deep V-lines that lead …
Biting my lip, I prop myself up on my elbows for a better view as he makes quick work of his jeans, shoving them down over bulging thighs to reveal an equally impressive bulge in hisboxers. Disappointingly, he leaves them on, rejoining me on the bed and reaching eagerly for the hem of my sleep shirt.
“Up,” he commands, and I raise my arms as he swiftly whips it over my head.
Nerves hit me as the fabric flutters to the ground behind him, and I feel the heat of his eyes on my chest. There had been a sense of urgency to that first time we were together, edged with a desperation that had my inhibitions scattering like leaves on the wind. Tonight, though, in the light of my bedroom, I feel exposed. Raw and vulnerable. Riley’s gaze lingers on my breasts, his pupils blown wide, and I look away, fighting the urge to cover myself.
“Probably not like you remember,” I admit, my voice trembling. “They haven’t been perky in a long time.”
“They’re perfect,” he murmurs, reaching out to cup one. He squeezes it lightly, bouncing it in his hand as though testing its weight. He glides a thumb lightly over my nipple, feeling it harden further at his touch.
“And I have stretch marks now,” I continue, “and this pooch …” but he cuts me off.
“Stop. You’reperfect,” he says this time, and the vehemence of his tone has my eyes flying to his. “Everything about you. Every iteration. It’s you, Sunshine. It’s always been you. You unravel me.”
With that, he leans in and sucks the now-turgid tip into his mouth. My eyes flutter closed, and I drop back onto the bed, taking him with me. He moves to give my other breast some attention,pulling a soft whimper from me as his hot mouth closes over the nipple. I slide my hands into his hair, holding him there, where I need him, as he continues to lave and suck at my sensitive flesh. His scent surrounds me—clean and familiar. Heady. He releases my nipple with a wet pop to lean up for another kiss, nipping playfully at my lip before moving to my jaw, then my neck, sucking at my pulse before moving lower. He leaves a trail of wet kisses through the valley of my breasts and over my stomach, making a point to give my stretch marks lots of attention, showing me—with his body, with his velvety soft eyes when they meet mine—that he desires and appreciates me exactly the way I am. Then, holding my gaze, he slowly slides my damp shorts down over my hips.
I’m panting when he kneels before me. When he spreads my legs. Once more, I feel the branding heat of his gaze as it travels over me, my most private parts. He licks his lips, telegraphing his intent and causing me to suck in a sharp breath. We only tried this once when we were young—I was far too timid back then—and Sam’s oral skills proved to be pretty lackluster early on, so I have limited experience here, withthis.
Riley presses my knees to the mattress, conveying a silent order to keep them there, spread wide for his enjoyment. My heart stutters and my chest heaves. He slides his hands, ever so slowly, down my inner thighs, his touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. And then … Jesus, and then he spreads me with his thumbs, holding me open for his perusal. I squirm, feeling more vulnerable than I ever thought possible, but he just growls, the sound succeeding in stilling my movements. His eyes find mine, and I see the hunger there—a need so strong it steals my breath. He leans in, and his nostrils flare. I know he’s inhaling the musky scent of my arousal. My face heats in embarrassment, but it’s short-lived as I watch his eyes drop closed in pleasure. He makes a noise, low in his throat, so I continue to watch, muscles quivering in anticipation. His eyes open, his gaze dropping again to my fully exposed center, ready and on display just for him. Then he licks his lips once more … and puts his mouth on me.
Whatever qualms I have vanish with the first lick. It’s nothing like the fumbling lovemaking of our youth. Riley’s a man now, and he clearly knows what he’s doing with his tongue. He starts with long, languid licks, settling in and taking his time to taste me, groaning into my center. The vibrations carry through me, pulling an answering sound from my lips as I writhe beneath him. When he’s ready, he moves to my clit, swirling his tongue as he inserts a finger inside me. It’s followed quickly by a second finger.
“Oh God.”
My back bows and my muscles clamp down around him at the intrusion, bringing a new rush of liquid heat.
“Riley,” he corrects with a chuckle. He looks up at me through dark lashes, his lips glistening with my juices, and it’s ridiculously erotic. He shoots me a sultry smirk before diving back in. My thighs quiver. My hands find his hair, and I hold him to me,keeping him where I need him as my hips rise off the bed. He strokes his fingers in and out, gradually increasing the pace and driving me higher as the pressure builds. Then, when I think I won’t be able to take anymore, he curls those fingers just so, hitting that spot—the one I can never reach on my own—as he simultaneously sucks my throbbing, aching, clit into his mouth.
My hands fall away from his head, and I grip the sheets, twisting them, trying to ground myself as the pleasure rises in a swift crescendo. I go over the edge, spasming around him, clamping down, as a kaleidoscope of colors breaks across my vision. Riley continues to lick me through the orgasm, only removing his fingers when my muscles release them.
“Fuck, Sunshine, you’re incredible,” he says, his voice deep and husky.
“You’re the incredible one,” I manage between breaths. I reach between him, palming him through his boxers. “Now your turn.”
Riley lets out a tortured sound, but gently removes my hand from his dick. He presses it back into the mattress, saying, “Not tonight. Can’t wait any longer to be inside you.”
He reaches for a condom packet I hadn’t noticed him put on my bedside table and shoves down his underwear, finally allowing his cock to spring free. It’s long and thick and oozing precum from the swollen head. Quickly sheathing himself, he crawls back onto the bed, coming over me and settling into the cradle of my hips.
“Okay?” he asks.
