16. Mabel #2
“Better set the glass and laptop down, gorgeous,” he purrs as he drags his lips across my skin, drawing out kisses down my arm.
Complying, I fold up the laptop and place it on my bedside with my glass of water, limited in my reach as Riley has me pinned by the crotch.
While our sexual compatibility and chemistry has been matching at every point so far, I was surprised he was more controlling than his laid back demeanour let on.
Normally, I would hate to be told what to do, but Riley guides me in an adoring way. It’s not commanding to degrade. It’s encouraging me to lose my restraint and enjoy the moment. And if it was anyone else, I would reject them and leave.
Riley’s fingers pulse as his grip stays firm and moves himself around to kiss my breasts through the wet material. The barrier of my t-shirt feels heavy and impenetrable as he bites my nipple, causing a moan to escape my lips .
“I know the next hotel has really thin walls. If we're going to be in different rooms, you’re going to have to be quiet. You might get caught. Sneaking into my room. Letting those exquisite moans pass your lips.” He moves to my other nipple, biting down on that one too, a little harder than the last.
My eyes flutter close and I bite my lower lip, determined to stay quiet. Riley drops my nipple and releases his grip on my pussy slightly. “Aren’t you a good girl?”
And it must be Riley, because if anyone else called me a ‘good girl’, I would throat punch them. But Riley saying it to me makes me groan loudly.
“Need more practice,” he utters as he moves his fingers against my pussy. His thumb presses against my clit and his fingers dig into the thin fabric of my pajama shorts, working to bunch them up, seeking exposed skin.
His face moves back to my shoulder as his fingers skim under my shorts, slipping through to my pussy, stroking everywhere but my entrance. Where I want him to fill me. My breathing is ragged and heavy as I work against the weight of my wet t-shirt.
He concentrates his fingers everywhere but inside me, causing me to get flustered, frustrated.
“I want your dick in my hand,” I announce.
“Reach for it then,” he whispers as he lifts up and kisses me deeply.
My hand meets his waistband as I dip my hand into his pants and wrap my hand around his cock, giving it a few eager pumps. He is hard and ready in my grasp .
“Tell me how much you want this, gorgeous,” he growls, fingers still not inside me.
“So much,” I whine into his mouth before he thrusts two fingers inside me.
My body stills as I adjust to feeling full so quickly, pulsing around his fingers and choking on my breath.
He starts with small movements, circling his fingers, then draws them out to pump back into me.
My breath hits my wet chest, causing my breasts to swell.
Each pump produces squelchy noises from my own wetness, from being so turned on by him and the control he has over me.
Realising my grip on his cock has loosened and, no longer moving, I stroke along his length again.
We break away from kissing, his face buried in my neck.
I can hear his breathing start to labour, feel his cock expand and swell in my grip.
Feel the smooth ridges in my palm, it all becomes too much; my climax forges towards the brink before thundering throughout me.
My hand instinctively starts moving quicker so Riley can come.
His hand moves away from my crotch and grips my breast as he groans into my neck.
“Do you deserve to come?” I ask into his hair as I rest my chin on his head.
“Fuck yes,” he moans, and I feel his cock throb before he comes up my arm and thigh. He pants into my neck as he slowly regains his breathing. Lifting his head to kiss me, he says, “That was fun. ”
Sitting still in place, I make a face. “Any chance you could, oh I don’t know, help me out?” I ask, eyeing my wet chest, arm, and shorts.
“Say no more,” he says, scooping me up off the bed and into the bathroom.
Placing me down on my feet, he stands in front of me, smiling down.
Reaching into the shower, he twists the taps on.
“Scolding hot, I presume?” he asks, smirking at me.
Reaching for the edge of my t-shirt, he peels it up over my head. Dropping the wet item to the floor with a thud, he follows the lines of my body down to my waistband to drop my shorts to the floor. His eyes stay locked on me. Heated, fiercely, seeing me fully.
“Are you joining me?” I ask.
“I’ll let you enjoy,” he replies, dipping down to lay a restrained kiss on my lips then exiting the bathroom.
And I need a long moment to collect my thoughts.
The shuttle bus heading to the go-kart track is rowdy, and I could have sworn these twenty-somethings have reverted back to fifteen-year-olds. Someone even threw a paper plane across the bus.
“Do they always get this…boisterous?” I ask Fleur, who is si tting next to me.
She eye-rolls. “Yes. Really pisses off the drivers sometimes. Luckily, we can get some of the same ones in each state so they know what to expect, but when they aren’t available, it’s shit to deal with.”
“Is this one someone you normally have driving you?”
“Yeah, but…actually, give me a minute. This is a new place and I think he’s forgotten and taking us to the old course.”
Fleur jumps up and makes her way down the aisle to the driver, catching a rogue high-bounce ball and pegging it at whoever threw it. Hard.
I giggle when she laughs at their reaction. I try peering over the seats to see who it is but they are sitting too low.
Riley runs over to sit next to me with Fleur’s seat now empty.
“Hello! Getting excited?”
“Yeah, it’s going to be fun! Is that you throwing the paper plane around?”
“Not just me! Javi is throwing it back to me. We are working on the aerodynamics.”
“In a bus.”
“In a bus!”
“You’re a fucking goof.”
Our go-karting was, unfortunately, cut short, because of a sudden thunderstorm that did not let up and this track being completely outdoors, so we ended up back in the shuttle soaking wet.
“Sorry, this wasn’t what you expected,” Riley offers .
“No problem at all. How can we control that?”
“I’ll make it up to you, Mabel!” Fleur calls out, then goes back to her conversation with Javi and Cole.
“Just let me know the next one and I’ll be there,” I reply to both of them.
“It’s normally a huge day. Loads of fun. You get back to the hotel aching.”
“How often do you all do these days?”
“As much as we can, and if the schedule permits. And if the tracks are available when we are around. So both go-karts and motocross. It goes both ways.”
“I’m sure it would be great fun for a birthday with everyone, too? You’re the type to have an insanely competitive go-kart birthday party.”
“Hell yeah. Hang out with us more and we’ll get that competitive streak out of you.”
“I don’t think I have a competitive streak.”
“Hmmm, bet you do. I just have to find what brings it out.”