24. Riley #2
“It was a pleasure,” Dad replies .
“We’ll look at availabilities for the last race and organise a dinner. We went to a wonderful place in Brisbane last year that Kiara loved. I’m sure you’ll be a fan, too.” Mum comes in for a second hug with Mabel.
“Sounds great. I look forward to it,” Mabel replies.
They part and start heading towards my room.
“See you later,” I remark and flash Mabel a knowing smirk.
“See you later,” she returns with her wicked smile that I am looking forward to turning into a lip bite very soon.
The minutes tick by agonisingly slow as Mum and Dad settle in for the night.
Long, unnecessary conversations about who someone is in the show they are currently watching.
Who was going to jump in the shower after I went in after dinner?
Did I want to go out for breakfast tomorrow when we were on the cusp of wrapping up the evening and Mum was making her way into their bedroom?
As I waited in my room, Mabel sends through a few teasing selfies from the next hotel room.
I crack my bedroom door and wait a moment. Sensing the sounds in the room. I can hear the muffled sounds of both of my parents snoring behind their closed door, signalling they are asleep.
Tiptoeing through the room to the door is delicate work to ensure I am not tripping over furniture or creaking the door as I open and shut it silently behind me .
Mabel texted me that she’d leave the door unlocked so I could get in without knocking, so I turn her doorknob as quietly as possible and slip in.
As soon as I enter, the kitchen is directly to my side. And sitting on the counter is an already naked Mabel. Her elbows prop her up, causing the long lines of her torso to strain and flex, the only light on is an overhead in the kitchen.
“‘Bout time.” She raises a can of whipped cream. “Hope you’re not too full?”
“Not at all.”
“Good boy,” she coos and my dick loves the praise.
She raises the can’s nozzle to her breasts and dots two peaks of cream on her nipples.
“Are you waiting for an invitation, hotshot?” she cheekily asks when I am frozen in spot, unable to redirect a small portion of blood away from my dick to my legs.
“Nope. Just admiring,” I say as I move towards her.
She opens her legs for me to stand between them. My hands are on the counter on either side of her hips. Playfulness and yearning dancing in her eyes as she tracks my approach.
Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I dip my head down and lick the cream from one nipple, and then move to the next. Her eyes stay connected to mine, starting to hood. While she’s distracted, my hands meet the can and I lift it triumphantly in the air.
“Thief,” she injects .
“Confident,” I retort, shaking the can, aiming the nozzle at her neck, and pressing down. I trail a line of cream from her neck to her navel.
She exhales and adds, “Too confident.”
“Is that a bad thing in this situation?” I tease as I lift my t-shirt off, enjoying her eyes roaming over my body as I have already enjoyed taking hers in.
“We’ll see.”
Leaning closer to her, I drop my head to her navel, where I ended the line of whipped cream, and take my time to lap up the thin line up her stomach.
My tongue meets her sternum, flattening it to perform a firm, solid lick between her breasts.
I am rewarded by her breath caught in her throat, causing her tits to bounce against my face.
Pausing, I relish the sound of her quickened breathing and the gentle squeeze of her thighs against my hips.
Continuing up to the column of her neck, I feel her racing pulse under my lips.
Raising my face to hers, her hand has reached around the can and she raises it to her mouth.
Before she can depress the can, I aim it to my chest as a spray hits me.
“Your turn, gorgeous.”
She smiles and huffs in mock-exasperation.
Putting her hands on my chest and pushing me back, she positions herself to sitting straight up on the counter.
Replicating my initial movement, she maintains my eye contact as her tongue and mouth glides across my chest. Lapping up the cream, burning desire is shot back into my eyes .
Placing my finger under her chin to raise her face to mine, I claim her mouth. Urgent and desperate, I’ve been deprived of her mouth for too long.
Both of our hands are still on the can as I raise it outwards. Breaking our kissing, I whisper, “You going to let go?”
“No. You have taken over too easy here.”
“I don’t hear any complaints.” Stepping back, I aim the can with her hand still gripping it at her crotch, and depress it before she catches on.
The can is about empty, but enough hits her crotch. A gasp follows her letting go of the can to place both hands down behind to brace herself.
Flinging the empty can into the sink, I drop to my knees and secure my mouth over her clit, ensuring to take as much time as needed to lick, suck, and clean up all the whipped cream from her.
Her thighs shake and quiver around me. My hand creeps up her stomach and squeezes her breast, while the other teases her pussy.
Running along the outside, gliding around in her wetness.
Dipping in and out and then moving to gripping her thigh.
Frustrating her. And fucking hell, the realisation that this is the best part of my day hits me.
All I wanted to do was to be near her. Frustrate her.
Get her all worked up and then push her to detonate.
My fingers go back to her pussy and I slip two in, twisting them around before looking at her.
Her stomach tenses and her chest rises. I open my fingers and stretch her, keeping my mouth’s suction on her clit and pinching her nipple.
A moan escapes her mouth and her hips move. I could do this all night .
I break away from her and dig into my pocket for a condom.
Needing to be inside her. I can’t take it anymore.
Sheathing myself in record time, I plunge my dick deep into her, groaning at the feeling of her around me.
Her arms come around my neck, bringing her body to mine, closing in against me.
Her mouth finds mine, pushing her tongue into my mouth.
I withdraw and push into her again, to the sound of her sigh in my mouth.
Picking up speed, I pump in and out of her, revelling in her scent and sounds. Feeling the weight of her arms gripping my neck. The lingering taste of the cream in our kissing. The stickiness of parts of her body where the cream hit.
I could get lost in this moment, is my thought as Mabel crumbles around my cock, into my arms. And I follow, falling into her. Hoping she will always catch me.
Mabel rests her head on my shoulder and asks, “Drums are your favourite instrument, right?”
“Yeah, how did you know?”
“You’re good at doing more than two things at once.” She smirks and I kiss her.
Sneaking back over to my hotel, I notice the time is late: 1:00 a.m.
I should be concerned, but I don’t have to be on track until later, and I will have a solid sleep when I get into my room.
Shutting the door super-quiet behind me, I am suddenly blinded by the bathroom door opening.
“Heya, Mum. ”
“Hello, Riley. Where have you been?”
I stall. How do I answer this? I mumble, “Errrr.”
“It’s fine. I know you were over at Mabel’s.” She steps out of the bathroom doorway.
“How did you know?”
“Because you have never been very good at hiding your emotions. You get googly love eyes whenever you see her.” She comes over and pats my shoulder. “See you in the morning, dear.”