44 You’re only about to get sweatier
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
You’re only about to get sweatier
WILL
“Sorry,” Riley called out the moment she appeared at the foot of her drive.
She’d just returned from a run, her hair sweaty and her skin red. I loved her post-run. She looked the same post-sex, and it stirred something within me.
She slowed to a stop, her arms coming to rest behind her head. “I thought I had more time than I did.”
“It’s all good,” I returned. “I’m not in a rush. You’re good to work through your stretches.”
I knew how anal she was about stretching after a workout. She even sometimes stretched for the fun of it, which was a foreign fucking concept to me.
Despite the near-freezing temperature, she was dressed in shorts. She was also wearing a tight long sleeve that accentuated her narrow waist. It clung to her in a way I hoped to cling to her soon.
“How many miles did you run?”
“Eight.” She shifted her leg beneath her, pulling her ankle up behind her back. “How was your morning skate?”
“Fine. But I’ll admit, I was a bit distracted.”
Her lip quirked. “By?”
“The thought of making you come.”
If her cheeks reddened, it was hard to tell from her already flushed skin.
Reaching down to pull her key from her sock, Riley stepped towards the door. “You’ll have to wait a little while longer. I need to shower first.”
Not. A. Fucking. Chance .
Once she crossed the threshold inside, I scooped her up by the back of her legs and flung her over my shoulder.
“Caufield,” she shrieked. “What are you doing? Put me down. I’m all sweaty.”
“Irrelevant, Dover. You’re only about to get sweatier.”
I confidently climbed the stairs two at a time. She weighed less than I benched.
Walking into her bedroom, I kicked the door closed behind me then continued to her bathroom. With Riley still wriggling over my shoulder, I reached into the shower and turned on the tap. The temperature was already set, which in Riley terms meant it was likely to be scorching. She took showers so warm I was worried her skin would sear.
I set her on the bathroom vanity then stepped between her legs. Her chest heaved up and down and her eyes were narrowed mischievously. I wanted to kiss her, to cover those pouting lips with my own. But that wasn’t on the cards. Riley needed to make that move first.
“Do you remember Thanksgiving freshman year?” she asked.
I remembered it clearly. It’d been the only Thanksgiving I hadn’t spent with my parents. Our hockey schedule had made it impossible to go home that year, so the guys and I had made the dumb decision to cook Thanksgiving dinner ourselves.
Riley had walked in just as the smoke alarm went off. Things were either undercooked or burnt. There was no in between. I could hold my own in the kitchen, but there’d been too many cooks, literally. Nothing was how it should be.
We’d ended up having to wait almost two-hours for a pizza delivery.
That wasn’t the part Riley was referring to though. Needing to wash the scent of grease and smoke off, I’d slipped out to take a shower. Riley had joined me and it’d led to the most mind-blowing shower sex. Based on the look on her face right now, she was eager to recreate it.
I feigned thought. “The details are kind of blurry. Can you remind me?”
“Well.” Her fingers fiddled with my belt. “It started with us just like this.”
“It did?”
“Mmhmm. You had your hand here.”
She moved my wrist to her inner thigh, where her flowy shorts had fluttered open.
“And I had my hand here.”
She reached her hand into my boxers, freeing my cock. I groaned, just like I had that day.
“I think I did something with my fingers,” I whispered, dancing them higher.
Her chest rose and fell. “You did. ”
I wedged them beneath the elastic of her underwear. “This?”
With her lower lip pulled between her teeth, she slowly shook her head. I furrowed my eyebrows before parting her and stroking my thumb against her clit. Closing her eyes, her head fell against the mirror behind her.
“That,” she exhaled.
As she ground against my hand, finding a satisfying tempo, her palm tightened over my cock, pumping in time with her hips.
Steam filled the room, fogging the mirror. If I closed my eyes, I could almost convince myself we were back in freshman year, hiding out in my bathroom away from the chaos in the kitchen, as though everything was just beginning and things hadn't gone catastrophically wrong.
Adding a finger, Riley clamped around it, letting out a breathy moan. She was so fucking gorgeous it was almost painful. Even now, sweaty from a run and her hair a mess, I’d never seen someone more beautiful. The past three years I’d compared every girl to her. I think I always would. What did that mean? Did I have the capacity to move on? Did I even want to?
Since we broke up, I’d pushed relationships aside because I thought hockey was my focus. I was starting to worry whether that was true, or if it was merely a lie I’d told myself to cope with the fact the only person I wanted had slipped through my grasp.
Riley’s legs wound around my back, edging me closer.
“Does this feel good?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
“Yes.”
“Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to come again when I’m in you?”
The sweetest pant slipped through her parted lips. She opened her eyes, finding mine.
“I want you in me now,” she whispered.
I added pressure with my thumb, causing Riley’s legs to jar.
“Then come for me.”
Her palm tightened around me, which was both a blessing and a curse. Watching her right now was too hot, and I wanted to hold good on my promise to get her off in the shower.
Riley tipped forward, resting her head on my shoulder. Each of her sounds fell straight into my ear, penetrating my aching balls. She was close. I could hear it in her short breaths.
Between Riley and the steamy bathroom, I needed to get my hoodie off stat. But I wasn’t stopping this.
I added another finger to move things along. I barely had to move my wrist because Riley was practically riding my hand. It was such a fucking turn on that if she didn’t come soon, I was going to. Thankfully she fell over the chasm with a strangled cry that set my skin on edge.
We slowed our movements in tangent while she rode out her high. It was only once her breaths evened out that she sat back up.
Her hand was still wrapped around my dick, but she hadn’t moved it in a while. That wasn’t to say I wasn’t still raring to go. I was as hard as they came.
When I pulled back to take off my hoodie, Riley did the same and whipped off her training top. The sports bra she was in was one of those with a front clasp. Flicking it, she freed her swollen tits that looked so good I couldn’t ignore them. Leaning forward I pulled one into my mouth, my tongue lapping over her nipple.
“Caufield,” she giggled, trying to squirm away from me. “I’m all sweaty.”
“Minor detail.”
She scrunched up her nose. “Gross.”