Chapter 17 Riley #2
Riley went back to fingering his perfect Seth open. He was careful. He was slow. It wasn’t hard to take his time. It was fascinating, the way Seth arched and shuddered under his touch. It was like looking at a work of art, the lines of his back and the tension in his shoulders.
“Okay,” Seth told him, either after a few minutes or an eon, Riley wasn’t quite sure. “Riley. Okay.”
He glared over his shoulder at Riley. Seth’s curls were mussed—he’d been rubbing his forehead against his folded hands while Riley explored—and his eyes were even glassier than before.
Riley grinned at him, withdrawing his fingers. He’d gotten up to three.
Seth scowled.
Riley’s grin fell. “Did I do it wrong?”
“Only if you consider the fact that I’m about to come all over your bedspread. And I’m not—I want to wait. So—” Seth glared pointedly at Riley’s dick, which was bobbing in front of his stomach like it was begging to be noticed.
Ah. Seth was impatient. Riley cocked his head. “I thought you’d be nicer in bed.”
“And I thought you’d be bumbling.”
And just like that, Riley’s grin was back. “Did you really?”
He shuffled closer, his knees coming up behind Seth’s spread thighs. He notched his cock to Seth’s entrance and stopped there. He let his hips rock a little, the head of his cock teasing at Seth’s hole and then glancing off. Even that much felt amazing.
“Riley fucking Beauchamp.”
Grinning like a loon, Riley pressed in.
Fuck. Fuck. There was nothing like it. Nothing in this world.
It was so tight, the constriction, and Riley could feel Seth telling his body to let him in, the muscles relaxing and allowing Riley inch after inch.
Seth was almost silent underneath him, other than a quiet, hitching breath and a soft, throaty moan.
Riley’s groan was less discreet.
But fuck. It was heaven. Fucking heaven.
Riley bottomed out, and he lowered himself, pressing the length of his body against Seth’s back. He tucked his arms under Seth’s shoulders, hugging him close.
If Seth had been hoping for emotional distance in this position, he might be disappointed. Every inch of their skin was touching, Riley’s breath caressing the back of his neck. Riley pressed a kiss to the crook of it, where it met Seth’s shoulder.
He forced himself to stay still, to resist the urge to begin rutting furiously. “Is that— Is that better?”
Seth let out a long, noisy breath. “God. So much better.” He turned his head, and he was no longer scowling. There was Riley’s friend again, all warm and open and trusting. “Are you doing okay?”
“I’m so okay,” Riley told him, his voice thick. “I’ve never—”
Seth pressed their lips together, his kiss firm but sweet. “I know, baby. Do you want me on my hands and knees?”
“No.” Riley shook his head. “Like this. I want to be touching.”
He drove his hips back, then returned in a stuttered glide. Seth moaned louder this time, and Riley nuzzled his head into the crook of his neck. “Is it good for you?” he asked breathlessly. “Like this?”
Seth slid his hands under Riley’s palms, curling their fingers together. “It’s good. Don’t stop.”
Riley didn’t stop. He widened his knees, pressing Seth’s legs even further apart and pushing them up the bedspread, using the leverage to move over him without losing an inch of contact. Their breaths mingled, and the air was filled with buttery orange, tart and sweet and perfect.
Seth moaned again. And again.
Riley’s new favorite sound.
Eventually Riley found it within himself to unclasp one of his hands from Seth’s, moving it down to slide under Seth’s hip, palming Seth’s cock and letting it rub against his hand as he fucked them back and forth.
Seth’s body was hot under his, slicked with sweat. It eased the glide, and yet Riley wanted to lick it off him, but he also wanted to stay exactly like this, his body covering Seth’s like a blanket, fucking and sliding like they’d somehow merged into one being.
How did people survive this? How had people survived this? How had anyone had Seth in this way and then let him go afterward? And how was Riley supposed to let him out of this bed ever again?
It was impossible to fathom. They’d have to stay here forever, locked together. Riley would suck and kiss and lick Seth back to hardness again and again, and he’d fill him again and again, and they would—they would—
Riley didn’t feel the change take over. He was too focused on the way his blood was heating, his balls drawing up tight.
He was fighting the inevitable conclusion as hard as he could, trying to hold back, trying to let this last as long as possible.
He finally gave in to the urge and licked the sweat off Seth’s neck, groaning at the salty flavor. And then—
Sweet. So sweet. Salty skin and hot blood. Their mate was clenching, gasping, bucking under them. Sweat-slicked and perfect, hot release covering their fingers. Their mate. Their love. Theirs.
Riley came back to himself with his bloody lips still pressed against Seth’s neck.
Seth, who was chanting, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” over and over again.
He wasn’t chanting in fear. It was pleasure. Pure pleasure. He’d come on Riley’s fingers, and his blood was in Riley’s mouth, and he was still shuddering, shivering, his orgasm extended into something his mortal body hardly seemed able to take.
Riley licked on instinct, closing the bite. He could still taste the perfect orange-tinged copper of Seth’s essence, and Seth’s inner muscles were squeezing Riley’s cock like some sort of pulsating vise.
That was it. It was too much to bear. Riley drove in once.
Twice. He pressed his hips down as hard as he could, and his whole body shuddered as Seth milked him, taking everything Riley had to give.
He lost himself. Not to the change, for once, but to pure sensation.
The world narrowed and expanded at the same time, turning Riley inside out within it.
By the time he came back to himself for a second time, Seth was still shuddering. Or no, his shoulders were shaking. Oh fuck. Was he crying?
“Seth?” Riley asked. He regretfully withdrew from that perfect warmth. Otherwise, he was going to get hard again inside Seth and scare him off. “Baby?”
Seth raised his head from where it had dropped. He wasn’t crying. He was laughing. “Jesus Christ.”
It wasn’t exactly reassuring. Was this some sort of breakdown? Had the bite been too much for him? Had Riley been too rough? “What’s wrong?”
“First time,” Seth gasped. “Your f-first time.” And he started laughing again. Cackling almost.
Riley could only stare at the side of Seth’s face. His spent cock was pressed against Seth’s ass cheek, and Riley idly wondered if he should, like, take it away.
But then Seth rolled over underneath him. He was glowing, looking so flushed and happy and sated. He lifted a hand, cupping Riley’s cheek. “What am I going to do with you?”
He’d liked it, Riley fucking him. He’d liked it a lot.
The elation was like a drug. At least, Riley assumed it was—he’d never gotten to try any drugs before. But he’d take a hit of giddy, fucked-out Seth any day.
Riley grinned down at his mate, light as air. “You’re going to keep me.”