“I never fucked the corn. I just… want to put that out there.”
“Just you, me, and the corn.”
I start laughing while he tries his hardest not to grin. “The corn is gone; Quill ate it.”
“So it’s like a threat… like this is what will happen to me if I don’t do as you wish,” Riley says.
“Quill says he’s sorry for bucking you off. He didn’t know who you were to me.”
Riley’s quiet for a moment, watching me. “And what am I to you?”
I hesitate because I still don’t understand how exactly to answer this question, so I simply say, “You’re Riley.” And then I stare at him while wondering which expression he’ll make. He just looks back at me for a second before shrugging.
“Hmm… I guess being Riley isn’t half bad,” he says.
“Not when the only person I want to fuck is Riley. And the only person Riley wants to fuck is me.”
His eyebrow shoots up. “You’re a really confident person, aren’t you?”
“Please, tell me, have you ever met anyone you’ve had better sex with than the god of love?” I push his shirt off and kiss a line down to his chest.
“And war.”
“I seem to be failing at the war part, so… let’s scratch that for a bit. Maybe my true calling all along was the love part.”
“We’re not having sex with how wounded you are.”
“My wounds have healed, so shush those pretty lips.”
“‘Pretty… lips’?” Riley’s eyebrow rises even higher.
I kiss those pretty lips because I feel like if I don’t force them to do something, he’s going to keep talking, and then I’m going to have to deal with his sass. I squeeze some lube onto my fingers and slide my hand down into his pants.
“We’re not having sex,” he says as he pulls back.
This is apparently a problem he doesn’t want to forget. “But I can still touch you, right?”
“I don’t know. Depends how sex-like the touches become.”
I guide him down onto his back and trail kisses down his torso, pausing to suck on his nipple before continuing my journey. He reaches down in some sad, half-hearted attempt to stop me when I shimmy his pants off and throw them. I push his legs up while he murmurs something about me being hurt, eventhough the wounds are nothing more than reddened scars at this point. And even those should be gone before long.
But when I reach his cock, it’s quite clear it has nothing more to say about me being too hurt to do anything. And by the time my tongue wraps around the head of his cock, he’s forgotten most of what he was saying.
My finger slides past his balls before running over his hole while I push one of Riley’s legs up. I kiss and suck on his thigh as his cock brushes against my face, eager for more attention than my mini tease. Slinging his leg over my shoulder, I slide one slick finger in and use my other hand to fist his hard cock. When my hand runs up it and my mouth wraps around the tip, he closes his eyes and groans. I notice Kit is asleep, and I find that Riley being uncertain where I’m going to touch next appears to cause him pleasure. Slowly, I slide my lips off him and watch him closely before taking him deeper into my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he whispers as a second finger joins the first. My own cock is aching for attention, but I kind of feel like he has a sixth sense where he’ll notice the second I whip it out and try to warn me off again. I need to wait until he’s putty in my hands.
My fingers press up against his inner wall, and his hand digs into me while he moans; I appear to have found that sweet spot.
He’s lost to sensation, loving every touch so much that when I roll him onto his stomach and pull his ass up into the air, he’s still going with the flow. I push my pants down and pull my dick out. I’m too afraid to pull my pants all the way off or he’ll realize what I’m doing.
Despite my best efforts, Riley appears to have regained some clarity. “You are not listening,” he growls as I spread lube down my thick cock.
“I’m listening to everything you have to say,” I assure him while I take an ass cheek in each hand and squeeze them lightlyso I’m treated with the sight of his tight hole. “I’m listening very well.”
“You are hurt,” he says as the head of my cock nudges against his entrance, smearing lube over it.
“I don’t even recall that.”
