What Are The Chances (Phil-U #2)

59 Post-bang sleepovers

CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE

Post-bang sleepovers

WILL

It wasn’t a soft or hesitant kiss. It was one that was making up for lost time.

I literally growled when Riley’s tongue found mine. I’d missed this so fucking much. Kissing her was different to sleeping together. It was way more intimate, which I found promising.

Both of Riley’s hands were now in my hair as she ground against my lap. The long denim skirt she was wearing had bunched up. While I could happily sit in this car and kiss her senseless for the next hour like a couple of teenagers, I wanted to make her feel as good as she’d just made me.

I gathered her skirt up the rest of the way before moving my hand to rub over her damp underwear. She moaned into my mouth, the sound bringing forth a long shiver.

She tasted vaguely like fruity alcohol, but not enough that I needed to put a stop to this. Riley was very much conscious of what was happening and what she was doing to me.

I pushed aside her underwear before bringing my finger to graze her clit. Her mouth remained fused to mine as she rode my wrist, treating my hand like the toy in her top drawer.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel Riley’s thumping in hers. I’d never known kissing to be this hot. We were both panting so much the windows had fogged over. I was so fucking turned on that if she so much as looked at my dick, I might make a mess in my pants.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, crashing over the threshold of ecstasy .

I rode down the orgasm with her, releasing the pressure of my finger but keeping it in place to get a few final shudders.

Smiling, Riley pulled back to look at me with glassy eyes. Her lips were swollen and her chin was slightly red from scratching against my two-day-old stubble. But that didn’t stop her from coming back for more.

She kissed me slowly, the urgency having faded a little now.

“Parker won’t be back tonight,” she muttered against my lips. “We have the place to ourselves. Maybe we should continue this inside rather than your truck.”

Smart logic. Though as it turned out, we didn’t have the resolve to make it to Riley’s room either. She stopped, sitting partway up the staircase. Kneeling a few steps below her, I dipped my head beneath her skirt and got straight back to work.

My tongue lapped against her clit, tending to the sensitive nerves. It’s like her body was hyper-aware to me right now. Thank fuck I’d worn sweats and not jeans, because if I was in the latter there was a high chance my dick would’ve snapped.

Riley was moaning loudly enough to wake the dead. It was a good thing we had the place to ourselves because I was only getting started.

“There,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”

Riley’s husky command inspired me to get her there quicker. I slid her closer to me, like I was picking up a bowl of cereal to drain the milk. I was literally devouring her and she was letting me.

Her legs began to quiver as her second orgasm of the night approached. With a breathy moan she tipped over the scale, her chest heaving as her back arched off the stairs.

After lapping up every last drop and shudder, I edged back and then rolled her skirt down.

Pushing onto her forearms, Riley beamed at me. “Hey.”

I chuckled. “Hey.”

“Come here,” she coaxed, tugging on my hand.

Scooping my hands beneath her legs, I lifted her to my chest before carrying her up the final few steps.

Our mouths fused together once more, and they remained latched even when I lowered her onto the bed in her dark room. The drapes were drawn, allowing only a faint glimmer of moonlight to penetrate the room. Though I didn’t need it well-lit to know what every inch of Riley’s body looked like, and I could still see her face, still see her soft smile as I pulled back and ran my fingers along her jaw.

“I missed you,” she softly said.

I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “I missed you too. ”

She partially sat up to whip off her knit. I did the same and removed my hoodie.

“Let’s ditch this while you’re at it,” I said, reaching around to unhook Riley’s bra. “I want to see your perfect tits.”

She laughed. “Well in that case ditch your sweats so I can see your perfect dick. Or better yet, put him in me.”

After discarding our remaining clothes, we returned to the same position – Riley on her back with her hair fanning around her, and me hovering over her with my dick resting against her soaked pussy.

After a pause, Riley reached around me, her fingernails trailing down my lower back as if to ask what are you waiting for? I honestly didn’t know. Maybe I was waiting for the gravity of this moment to sink in. Maybe I was thanking any god or higher-being for bringing Riley back into my life. Maybe I was so full of anticipation that I didn’t want this moment to end.

“Will,” Riley whispered, and my name on her lips literally caused my heart to stutter. “This was never just about sex for me.” She nervously chewed her lip. “But can it be for the next little while? Because I really want you in me.”

Smiling, I pushed into Riley’s warmth the slightest fraction. A moan sweeter than honey passed her lips. She strained her hips to take me deeper, but I held back.

“Is this what you want?”

She nodded, her eyes wide. “You’re what I want, Will.”

I was a goner by the time I finally sunk into her. It was literally like sliding home. I thrust into her tightness so hard the bed shifted. Her hand wrapped around my neck, anchoring me closer, then suddenly the thrust of our hips was matching the thrusts of our tongues, and the rest of the world ceased to exist.

Tonight was different. I could feel it in the way Riley kissed me, and in the way her hands chaotically roamed my body, and in the way she held me close.

“Will,” she gasped, her back arching off the bed.

I took the opportunity to pull one nipple between my teeth.

“I’m close,” she murmured. “Come with me.”

Who was I to say no to that?

Riley hooked her legs around my back so the angle deepened. Her noises were motivating as all hell. I could feel that she was on the brink, feel the way she tightened around my dick. She was wet, tight and perfect. And I couldn’t hold off any longer.

I exploded inside her, grunting through the pleasure. At the same moment Riley screamed loudly, her fingernails clutching at my shoulders. Slow silence then filled the room, but it was the sweetest post-coital bliss. It was literally like I’d just gone to heaven .

My head fell to the spot above Riley’s shoulder, my heart pumping erratically.

“What’s the time?” Riley checked.

“I don’t have a fucking clue.”

She’d called me just after midnight, so it had to be at least two a.m.

“Do you have practice in the morning?”

I pulled back. “Yeah, six-thirty.”

Riley’s bottom lip dropped. “Oh, do you need to go home then?”

“Nah, I’ll set my alarm for thirty minutes earlier so I can swing by home and get what I need in the morning.” I kissed her pouting lip. “And for the record Dover, if you ever want me to stay, all you have to do is ask.”

She grinned. “Okay. I want you to stay.”

“Let’s assume sleepovers are always implied after sex.”

Riley chuckled. “Post-bang sleepovers – got it.”