CAMERON
Chapter Sixteen
Riley was in my arms as we found cover under the extended roof over the porch of the team house. He’d barely left my hold for the entire walk from the frat house. And now, as we tumbled up the few steps of the porch, my love spun around to face me.
The light in front of the house blinded me when it came on and Riley’s breath hitched. “Oh,” he managed.
“That bad?” I asked, trying to curve my eyebrows in question, but stopping it before I made it bleed again.
“It’s just blood,” he said, then took my hand and led me into the house. I had hoped to pin him against the door right here and kiss the life out of him, but his determination to take us inside was unmatched.
The house was empty. If anyone was in, they were in their rooms or the basement.
I followed Riley across the ground floor and into my room, rather than his.
He marched in like he owned the place, shut the door, then looked around.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said after a moment of thinking, then yanked me into the bathroom.
I followed obediently, discovering that being bossed around by Riley wasn’t the worst thing in the world.
I looked forward to discovering things like this for many, many years to come.
And when he shut the bathroom door, he sat me down on the closed toilet seat before proceeding to rummage through the medicine cabinet.
He found some cotton pads that any hockey player would have plenty of, both in his bathroom and in every duffel bag he ever carried.
Iodine was another necessity I had plenty of, both here and in my first aid kit.
I gritted my teeth as Riley methodically applied iodine-soaked cotton pads on my eyebrow and the stinging spread to my toes. “Motherfucker.”
“Hush,” Riley said. “You’ll get to pay me back later.”
I chuckled a little, focusing on not fainting with the stinging that somehow seemed to intensify, rather than melt away. It wasn’t his fault I was in pain, but the promise of spanking him later helped distract me from my current torment.
There, just under the split eyebrow, the heat was rising steadily. “Did he get my eye?”
“No,” Riley said simply, then squinted. “He got your cheekbone, but it’s only a little bruised.”
“Only,” I mused.
I looked up at my soaked and dripping lover as he pouted and focused on cleaning me up. He bit his lip when the smallest of smirks trembled in the corners of his lips. He met my gaze briefly, then pursed his lips. “I do not condone violence,” he said in a tight voice.
“But?” I managed to lift my other eyebrow without tearing the split one apart.
Riley was silent for a short while as if to say there were no buts. Then, like he was surrendering, he exhaled. “But you were so fucking hot.”
I laughed in a low tone and swatted his hand away from my face. It was good enough. “You’re freezing,” I said, feeling the coolness of my own clothes, then his, too. I rose slowly, holding his gaze until he needed to look up at me. “Let me take care of you, now.”
He forced out a little snort to conceal his excitement. “Is that all you ever think about?”
“My love, that’s all either of us ever thinks about,” I teased, then began undoing the buttons on his shirt, one by one, top to bottom.
I revealed his sculpted chest and defined abs, his smooth skin prickling under my cool fingers.
The fabric was sticking to his body until I finished the first part, then pulled his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. He was wet and beautiful. “We gotta warm you up.”
“Ah, yes. You’re such a trooper,” he joked.
“Just doing my duty, Captain.” I pressed my hands on the small of his back and nudged him closer, leaning in to kiss the smirk off his face. “I love you, Riley.”
He whimpered in reply, losing himself far in the land of pleasure already.
And when my hands traveled around his waist to the button and zipper on his pants, he didn’t protest. I undid both and lowered myself slowly down to my knees, pretending I was only there to help him undress.
And when he stepped out of his pants, I simply remained on my knees.
His black boxer-briefs were wet, too, and stretching as he pitched a tent with his hardening cock. His fingers moved through my wet hair and I leaned in, pressing my heated lips hard against his stomach, kissing his abs inch by sexy inch.
Riley shuddered the harder I kissed him, parting my lips and letting my tongue slide out.
I adored his body. I adored his sense of humor.
I adored his anxieties and fears and his fiery, explosive nature.
Every prickly little fault he clung to, I wanted a part of.
Where I could help him lift the burdens unjustly placed on him, he could do the same in return.
I kissed him harder, hands cupping his ass and pulling him until he was grinding his hard cock against my upper chest. He rutted against me, holding his hands on the back of my head as I kissed and licked and sucked his muscled torso, rising to his chest and returning to the edge of his underwear.
And when I pulled the waistband over his big, firm butt, I looked up to find him dropping his head back and exhaling toward the ceiling.
Every muscle in his body hardened visibly.
Overhead lights cast shadows down to the ridges between his abs and the prickling rose along his skin once again.
I continued pulling his underwear down slowly, revealing the smooth skin around the base of his cock and pulling his thickness down until he grunted.
Swiftly, I moved the waistband over the head of his dick and it sprung up.
“Ah, fuck,” Riley whispered, then looked down. He was just in time to lock eyes with me as I opened my mouth and leaned in, then wrapped my lips around his length and survived a mini heart attack from the pure excitement of tasting him again.
I sucked him in as deep as I could, forcing my throat to relax little by little. He was always the more talented one in pleasuring me with his mouth, but I hoped my eagerness counted for something.
Grabbing his cheeks, I pushed him into my mouth, forcing a gasp and murmurs of filth to leave his sexy lips.
The scent of green apples rose off his wet skin and the familiarity of his body wash was something I only now realized I loved in a way I had never loved a scent before.
It crawled into my nostrils as I leaned deeper in, taking his hard cock down my throat and struggling to inhale but dying for it nonetheless.
“Fuck, Cam,” he whimpered, pushing my head away gently. He throbbed in my mouth. “You’ll make me come.”
My lips remained around the tip of his dick and I allowed a little air into my mouth, relaxing the vacuum I’d created.
I almost smiled but resisted. Instead, I sucked him softly for a while.
His big balls hung heavy between his legs and I gave in to the temptation.
I slid my hand off his butt and cupped his balls, playing gently with them while I teased the edge of his dick’s head with my tongue.
My thumb and index finger looped around his sack, trapping his swollen balls in my palm and increasing pressure both there and on his cock.
The moan that dragged out of Riley’s lips was worth a million dollars. It rose higher and morphed into a whimper, culminating in his fingers that were twisting in my hair, pulling locks harshly, and his entire body rising higher on his toes.
I released him when his cock jerked violently and Riley hyperventilated. “You need to fuck me, Cam. Like, right fucking now.” It was a cry and a plea and a command in equal parts.
I rose and pressed my lips against his, letting him taste himself on me for a few quick heartbeats before I pushed him away and undressed.
I was swift about it, leaving my wet clothes in a pile and pulling the bathroom door open to file out with Riley.
In the room, two lamps were on instead of the ceiling light, and I left it that way.
The subdued orange glow warmed the images of our bodies.
There, I kissed him more. I kissed him harder and dirtier, letting my tongue explore every part of his mouth and battle his tongue in an attempt to do the same.
Between us, our dicks were hard and trapped against our bodies, grinding roughly until Riley thrust one hand and took us both in a firm grip.
He stroked us ferociously, friction driving me crazy with lust.
“Fuck me,” he murmured into my mouth. “Fuck me, Cam, or I swear to God…”
I chuckled over his lips and grabbed his cheeks hard, pulling them apart and lifting him to the tips of his toes until he sang a little moaning sound and threw his head back.
His voice choked as I thrust my hand between his cheeks and massaged his rim with two fingers.
“You’re so desperate for my dick,” I said.
“Ya think?” But he didn’t get to infuse those words with sarcasm because I pressed his hole and cut his words short. He choked up and tightened his fist around both our dicks, forcing me to take action.
I pushed him back almost like we were fighting and Riley breathed deeply, squaring his shoulders and glaring at me to move already.
I slowed down deliberately and crossed the room to my nightstand.
I pulled the drawer open and turned to look at him over my shoulder.
Riley had one hand around his cock, holding it but not stroking.
The other one was behind his back, undoubtedly continuing the motions I had started between his cheeks.
He had the sweetest, most excruciatingly pained expression on his glowing face that I had ever seen.
It softened my heart enough to lift the condom and lube quicker than I’d intended and I prepared myself to give him the time of his life. And when I was done, I walked back to him with slick fingers and my cock at full mast in the condom.