Chapter 27
Spencer
Sometimes life hands you something so unimaginably good that you are in a constant state of having to double-check you’re not dreaming. This moment right here would be one of those.
Riley straddles my lap. Her long, dark hair cascading down her chest to cover up what my mouth waters for.
Her skin under my hands on her belly and lower back is so fucking soft.
Her wet heat has all but soaked through my boxers, eliciting the most agonizing throb through my veins that ends in my cock.
Every slight move she makes has my body ratchet up to another level of ecstasy I have only dreamed of before.
No matter how many one-night stands a man can manage, nothing comes close to the woman who stole your whole heart the day she ordered you out of her space with her rolling accent and fiery expression. Half dressed, I might add.
“Spence . . .” she breathes.
My balls cinch with my name almost a moan on her damn lips.
But the look of worry that pinched her face before at realizing our size difference has me not only needing to take this way too slow, but I want to. The last thing I will ever do is hurt Riley O’Malley.
In any capacity.
“Fuck, baby, I need to be everywhere all at once when it comes to you,” I rasp, sending my hands up her ribs, underneath her sleep tank.
Her head tilts, and she tugs the scrap of fabric from her body and tosses it to the floor.
“What are you waiting for?” Her eyes are so dark they would match a moonless night sky.
I send my thumbs brushing over her peaked nipples. Her head falls back and her back arches, pushing her ample breasts into my hands.
My back leaves the mattress a beat later, lips closing around one peak as I suckle it, my tongue flicking over the hard point.
“Oh, god, Spencer.” My name is a smoky rasp.
Fucking sexy as hell.
My hips thrust up, an automatic motion I can’t override at this point.
I need slow.
Riley needs slow.
I lose her peak with a pop and shift to the other. Fine fingers curl through my hair.
“As much as I can’t get enough of your mouth on me, cowboy, I need mine on you. Like yesterday.”
The nipple falls from my mouth as I look up at her. “Those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock, Riles, and I’m likely to fill your throat.”
“Good,” she breathes.
“No, O’Malley, bad. Very bad. I want to be inside you like yesterday. If we—”
Her finger presses over my lips, her head shaking as she shuffles backward. “Don’t care. Besides, I thought you bull riders liked a challenge?” Her brow lifts, a soft smirk growing on her pretty face.
She has my boxers on the floor with her tank a beat later.
Huffing an annoyed sound, her face falls with a frown.
“Riles?”
“This is . . .” Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth. “On your feet, Lockwood.”
Bossy damn woman.
But I do as I’m fucking told.
Of course I do; it’s Riley.
I would do anything she said.
My feet meet the cool, hard floor and I stand at the side of the bed, cock springing with the movement, as she crawls to where I stand. Her breasts bounce with each lift of her arms as she closes in on me. Her dark eyes have my attention rapt.
“Jesus Christ, Riles,” I growl.
“Wait.” She rises to her knees, her hand gripping the base of my length, and I have to tamp back the groan trying to fill my throat.
Fuck. I have it bad.
How the tables have turned.
Not just turned, but fucking waltzed and spun their way to the polar opposite of what sex has meant for me until this point.
Riley gathers her long hair in one sweeping motion, letting it fall over her chest as she runs her tongue over my engorged tip.
Her hand pumps my cock as she sinks her mouth over the head.
My hands ache to fist her hair, which she still has captured between her fingers.
“Hand it over,” I grunt out in jagged syllables.
Her eyes flicker to her long hair before she holds it up and wraps it around my waiting hand.
“Good girl.”
She hums, agreeing, sending bliss over my cock with the vibration.
My hips start to rock, filling her mouth with inch after inch.
She suckles her way up before sucking back down, and heat starts to coil in my lower spine. It’s been months, and—
My cock slides from her lips as it swells.
Riley rises, her hand sliding up my neck, as she drags my mouth to hers. My hand grazes her hip before brushing across her inner thigh. I send my thumb over her clit, sinking two fingers inside her.
She whimpers into my mouth, and I swallow down the sound. I would gladly swallow down every tiny sound this woman makes for the rest of my damn life.
She’s fucking dripping for me.
I’m desperate to sink into this sweet pussy.
I break from the kiss, pumping my fingers into her as I swirl my thumb around her swollen nub. “Come for me Riles. Then I’m taking over.”
“No . . .” Her face breaks as her pussy clenches.
“Fuck, that’s it.”
She starts to ride my hand, and I’m mesmerized.
“Ride my hand. Christ, come all over my fingers.”
Her whimpers turn to a cry as I work her clit and wave after wave of her orgasm tightens around my fingers. Her grip is in the back of my hair, turning painful.
My forehead drops to hers as she starts whispering my name in broken syllables. Fuck me, if there was even an ounce left of the single player I was before, she just blew him into oblivion.
I let her catch her breath for a heartbeat before I scoop her up. I have plans for my little woman, and none of them include goddamn missionary.
A handful of long, impatient strides and we’re in the kitchen. The breeze sets my sweaty skin tingling as I deposit Riles onto the kitchen counter.
“Spencer,” she chastises.
“I want you to watch how well you take me, baby. We can’t do that in the dark bedroom. Besides, you look much better spread on the counter like a fucking meal for me.”
I make a point of spreading her thighs and stepping between them.
I pump my cock before running the aching tip through her wet center.
Her eyes are stuck on my face, her grip white on the edges of the countertop.
“Look, Riles. Look at what you do to me. Look how well you take every single damn inch of me.”
I press the tip to her entrance.
Her gaze snaps back to my face, her eyes a little wider, her breathing rapid and shallow.
I grip her chin, angling it down as I growl, “Look.”
Slowly, I sink into her tight-as-fuck slick heat.
Her mouth gapes as she huffs a desperate little noise I wish I could have captured with my mouth. But her seeing how well her sweet pussy takes my cock is far more important right now.
I’m motionless for a heartbeat, watching her body respond to mine. She’s so fucking tense.
“Breathe, baby. Come on.”
I nudge her thighs wider still. Her pussy glistens in the pale moonlight sporadically filtering through the fast-moving storm clouds.
Once she seems settled, I push in another inch.
“Oh, fuck, Spence,” she whines.
“Tell me to stop, Riles, and I will.”
“No, no, don’t you dare.” Her gaze turns heated.
That’s my girl.
My good fucking girl.
“I want to touch,” she whispers.
I lean in, plucking her nipples briefly before guiding her hand to where we are joined. Fine fingers wander over the very place her body stretches to take in mine.
God, the sight is addictive.
This is how we are going to spend every goddamn night from this one on.
Her hand returns to the counter’s edge, and she breathes, “Give me all of you, please.”
Desperation twists my face. My ability to argue with her at this point is non-existent.
I send a thumb circling over her clit until her back arches and her hair sweeps over the countertop. I thrust into her until I’m seated up to the hilt.
“Oh fuck!” she cries, hips bucking, as I let her adjust to my girth. To my cock fully seated inside her. Points of light slide into my periphery. Her tight pussy is set to milk me dry the second I move.
I drop my head, distracting myself with the swell of her breasts, the sides, underneath, before settling my mouth over her peak again.
Anything to take my focus off how fucking incredible, how tight she is. How intoxicating every inch of her beautiful body, her fire, and her wit are.
I mold her flesh with my hands, her ass, hips and breasts until she’s scratching at me to move. Riley hums as she mutters, “More, please Spence, move. I need more of you.”
Her soft pleas fall on eager ears.
I pull out, slow, torturously so, until only my tip is left in her entrance.
She swallows, the creamy softness of her neck moving.
I slam into her, gripping her hips.
And . . . fu-uck.
“Eyes on us, Riles. Watch every inch, every damn time I give you what you need.”
Her pink lips make a pretty O shape as I pull out and slam back in.
I’m panting as I thrust into her, over and over.
A string of whimpers starts pouring from her parted lips, and I drive into her faster.
Her fingers grapple for purchase anywhere they can on my body, nails digging into my skin.
My baby is giving me fucking war wounds for the way I love her. The air leaves my lungs and doesn’t return. I hesitate, mid-thrust, as my gaze widens, eyes searching her face.
A stone grows in my throat.
I knew I was in deep . . . but not—
“Spence?” Hands close around my jawline. “Spencer, talk to me.”
Worry is etched over her face.
I want so badly to respond, but every word that forms slams into the occlusion in my throat. My mouth opens and closes.
Riley’s fine fingers slide behind my neck, coaxing my face to hers. “Come on, your turn. Talk to me.”
“I—”
No, now is not the time. Not mid-fuck.
Not when she is still unsure about so many things. I may be head over heels for this woman, but I’m not stepping out on that particular limb until I’m left with nothing else to say.
So, I grind those three little words between my molars.
“I’m okay, sorry. Just the shoulder.”
I’m a goddamn liar.
A filthy fucking liar, literally.
“Oh, okay.” She runs her fingertips over the sore joint in question. “Need me to take over?”
I grunt a sound of rejection. “Not damn likely, Riles.”
I pull out and cradle her to my body with one arm, her legs wrapping around my waist. Padding for the sofa, I put her down on it and guide her away from me. As her knees are spread, her back to me with wrists draped over the back of the sofa, I crowd her.
I thrust up into her slick center, and her body melds with mine again. This time, nobody’s watching.
I slide an arm around her ribs and tug her into my chest.
“See baby, no matter which way, we fit. Like I said, made for me,” I growl, thundering deeper.
With a rough grip, I take her chin and turn her face to the side, capturing her mouth.
Our tongues tangle as we rock into each other, rising higher and higher with every sway.
Riles raises her hands to my hair briefly, and I shift my hand down, closing my grip around the soft flesh of her neck.
Her lips part, breathy huffs escaping from them.
That telltale heat swells at the base of my spine again as lightning flashes overhead. Another band of storms has found us.
Just in fucking time.