Chapter Sixteen
Duncan
I held Riley’s hand while I sped through the city. When I arrived in my parking lot, she got out of the car before I even managed to walk to her door. Clearly, she couldn't stay put.
As we headed to the entrance, I placed my arm around her shoulders again. She leaned into me completely.
She didn't say one word while I led her upstairs. But once we stepped inside the apartment, she turned to me. "Duncan, you think this is a good idea? I'm sorry, I didn't think this through at all. Jeremy?—”
"Jeremy is with my mom," I said slowly.
"Oh, right, I forgot." She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. "God, I'm all over the place."
"Riley, relax. I have everything under control."
The fight went right out of her. I felt the tension releasing from her body.
"You want a drink?" I offered.
She nodded vigorously. "I think it might help."
"I think so too." I took her hand, leading her into the kitchen. She sat on one of the breakfast chairs. "What do you want? I can open a bottle of wine."
"I think something stronger might be better."
"Bourbon on the rocks?"
"That sounds good," she said, resting her chin on one palm.
I poured my best bourbon and added two ice cubes before sliding it to her. She gripped the glass with both hands, taking a huge sip.
"Not so fast," I advised.
"You're right. But I can practically feel my legs relaxing."
"That's good." I walked to the other side of the counter, standing next to her. When she looked up at me, I put my hand on her cheek, and she sighed.
"Thank you for coming with me tonight."
"You didn't even need me. You were amazing back there."
She swallowed hard. "Yeah, but that was because you were there. I don't know how to explain it. Somehow, just knowing you were around made me feel stronger. Like I was drawing my strength from you. Does that make sense?"
"Yes, it fucking does," I assured her.
"I was angry but also so scared. I kept looking at my sister for any signs that she was hurt while putting the douchebag in his place."
"And you so fucking did. I'm proud of you."
I brushed my lips against hers. I was so damn hungry for her. I needed to explore her, but first I had to get everything out of the way.
Taking the glass of whiskey out of her hands, I placed it on the counter, then deepened the kiss.
She moaned against my mouth, moving closer to the edge of the chair, leaning into me.
I parted her legs, stepping between them.
Fuck, I needed to kiss her until I made her come.
I wanted this woman with every fiber of my being. I craved her—her nearness, her body.
I moved my mouth down her neck, tracing the column down to her cleavage, then pushed out the tip of my tongue, licking the skin on her breasts. She got even wilder, putting her hand at the back of my head, pressing me into her. I smiled against her skin.
"Duncan," she pleaded.
I nearly lost control then and there. I straightened up, looking her in the eyes. "Riley, if I keep kissing you, I won't be able to hold back."
"Please don't. I want everything with you," she said.
"Are you sure? You're very sensitive tonight. You've been through a lot."
"I know, but it doesn't matter. I'm sure of what I want."
"And what is that?" I double-checked. I needed to hear her say it in her own words.
"You. I want you, Duncan."
Her words triggered something inside me. I was going to make her the happiest woman tonight.
"Are you sure?" I asked one last time. I needed the answer to be an absolute resounding yes.
She leaned closer, sealing her mouth over mine as she placed her hand on the zipper of my jeans, cupping my cock.
Even through all the layers of clothes, I groaned.
That was the answer I was looking for. Feeling her hand over my erection was insanely good.
It didn't exactly bring me satisfaction, but it gave me a taste of what was to come.
I kissed her lips and her neck again. I wanted to get her out of her clothes, but I didn't want to do it here.
If I saw her naked in the middle of the living room, I'd fuck her right here against the bar.
She deserved more than that, so I led her into the bedroom.
I also took the glass of whiskey with us. I had plans for it.
"You can still change your mind," I said because I wanted to give her every opportunity possible to voice any doubts.
The last thing I wanted was for her to feel rushed into this. I could wait a few weeks more, or at least another night when she wasn't so overwhelmed from everything that happened earlier.
"Duncan, I want you. Nothing will change that."
I kissed her hard, exploring her with my tongue.
Pushing the dress up to her waist, I drew my fingers over her long, soft legs.
Her skin was amazing. I couldn't wait to kiss, lick, and explore it, but so far, we both liked the effect my hands had on her.
Her skin changed from soft to sensitive.
I purposely didn't touch her buttocks or between her legs, not yet; I wanted her to need my touch so badly that she begged for it.
I paused long enough to pull her dress over her head and realized she wasn't wearing a bra.
The dress must have had one incorporated or something, because her breasts spilled out, and I suddenly became even harder than before.
In fact, I had to undo the button of my jeans because it was too painful.
"You're fucking beautiful, you know that?" I said, cupping her left breast and lowering myself until it was in my face.
I sucked the nipple into my mouth, and she cried out my name as I palmed her other breast. She was feisty, and I fucking loved it.
I sat on the bed, pulling her between my thighs.
I was still face-to-face with her chest, but I also had good access to her pussy.
I touched her inner thighs before cupping her pussy over the fabric of her panties.
She gasped, rocking her hips back and forth, rubbing herself against my fingers at her own pace. Her panties were wet—I needed them drenched. I kept moving my fingers, watching her gorgeous face.
I dipped my other hand into the whiskey glass, taking out one of the ice cubes. She was so focused on the friction between her thighs that she wouldn't anticipate this at all. That would only make the pleasure more intense.
I placed the ice cube under her clavicle, sliding it down to her navel. She cried out, pushing herself even more into my hand. I sucked one nipple into my mouth. She completely drenched her panties the next second.
Fuck yes. That was exactly what I wanted—for her to be completely wet before I slid inside her.
I kissed down her body, stopping when I reached her navel, taking my mouth off her.
"No! Why?" she protested.
"I want to see your pussy."
I yanked her panties down with too much force, because there was a ripping sound. They didn't fall apart, but I was certain I'd damaged them. Riley didn't seem to realize it.
She was shaved clean. I was close to exploding in my pants. I couldn't wait to bury my tongue inside her. Sitting her at the edge of the bed, I kneeled in front of her.
"I want to taste you right now."
I pressed my tongue on her opening, and she moaned so loud that I knew she wasn't going to last long. She would come right away.
As she writhed on the bed, I realized I still had my jeans on. Fuck, what was I thinking?
I pushed them down just enough for my erection to hang free, then focused on Riley. She rocked back and forth on the mattress, her thighs shaking. She was very close to an orgasm. It filled me with pride that I’d brought her to this point so quickly.
I alternated between sucking her clit and massaging it with my thumb while I pushed my tongue inside her. She seemed to enjoy both equally. I wanted to give her everything she needed—my fingers and my tongue.
I knew she was about to come before her gasp filled the room. She frowned, and the corners of her mouth turned downward, almost as if she was in pain. But I knew she was simply overwhelmed by pleasure. She dug her nails into the mattress. When she pushed her hips off the bed, I knew it was time.
I pressed the flat of my tongue against her clit and slid one finger inside her. I'd always thought Riley was beautiful, but her orgasming on my tongue was truly a sight to behold.
She thrashed around wildly. I held both thighs with my hands and worked her with my mouth, nipping her clit again and again until her cries calmed down and her ragged breaths filled the air.
I’d never felt this kind of satisfaction. I was hard as hell and completely on edge. When her breathing normalized, she opened her eyes.
"I need you, Riley."
"Yes. Please. Please. I need you right now too."
"I need to get a condom," I said.
She pressed her thighs closer to my head and asked, "Did you get tested recently?"
"Yes, I’m clean."
"Okay, because I got tested not too long ago. And I have an IUD, so we don't need a condom. Unless you want one."
"I so fucking don't." I rose to my feet, putting a knee on the mattress. "Are you sure about this?"
"Please, I want you."
I only had enough self-control to push my jeans farther down so I had some flexibility in my knees, and then I yanked one leg out. I didn't bother with the other, just climbed on the bed next to her.
She attempted to open the buttons of my shirt. I heard a ripping sound, too, but I didn't care. She'd only managed to undo them until she was at my navel, and then I rubbed my crown up and down her entrance as she put her hands on my ass.
She took in a sharp breath, then glanced between us. "You're huge!"
"That's why I wanted you to be ready, Riley. To be completely soaked for me."
"I am. I think I can take you in."
I slid in a few inches. "Fuuuuuck." She was so damn tight. I forced myself to breathe in and out. The sensations were overwhelming. I hadn’t expected to feel this way from the very beginning.
"Can I push in more?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"Yes, yes. But just a bit for now.”
"Don't worry, Riley, I'd never hurt you. I give you my word."
"I believe you," she whispered.
I slid in another inch. She gasped. "This is so good. I need more."
I watched her intently as I moved so slowly that it was fucking torture. But anything was better than hurting her. I'd go through fucking hellfire before I saw any harm come to this woman. I still had a few inches to go.
"More! I want more! I want all of you."
I entered her all the way to the hilt. Her cry split the air, but it was one of pleasure. I didn't move for almost a minute so she could get used to me, but then I couldn't hold back anymore. I thrust my hips with precision. She clasped the pillow above her head.
“Oooooh!”
I wouldn’t have believed she’d come again so fast. I didn't manage to brace myself. When her inner muscles clenched around me, I nearly came too.
Watching her lose herself to me a second time so soon was exquisite.
I wasn't going to show her any mercy. I’d make her come until she couldn’t take any more. My own orgasm pulsed through me, but I was determined to bring her over the edge a third time.
As she started to calm down, I reached into the glass and took what was left of the ice.
It wasn’t much, but it was enough for what I needed.
I let it slide between our bodies. Riley's eyes were open in shock as I plastered my chest to hers.
The cold and hot sensation was delicious. Her skin broke into goose bumps.
I pushed myself up on my knees and put one of her ankles on my shoulder. She planted the other one on the mattress. Then I lifted her ass, putting a pillow under it. I rolled my hips forward, and she cried out.
"How is this even deeper?" she gasped.
I could feel my orgasm coiling through me already. Knowing I didn't have much time left, I pressed two fingers on her clit and moved them slowly. It was too sensitive, so I didn't want to press too hard. She came just as hard as last time.
I relished watching her come. Five seconds later, my own release took over. Pleasure ripped through me—it started in my cock but spread like wildfire.
I lowered the leg that was on my shoulder and then hunched over Riley, driving inside her like a madman. I wanted to ride this wave out completely. My vision went dark for a few seconds, and when I regained it, I realized I couldn’t make out any sounds.
Then my senses sharpened again, and I took in everything about this moment: the way my body succumbed to the climax—and to her.
The way Riley opened up beautifully without holding back.
I loved how her face changed and the cries coming out of her.
I couldn’t do anything except move in and out of her slowly.
I was unable to break our connection until I was so spent that I lay on top of her and kissed the side of her neck. Her skin was warm and salty.
A few minutes later, we went into the master bathroom and cleaned up quickly, then climbed right back into bed.
"I love this mattress," she said. "It's soft but somehow not too soft."
"It's got a foam cushion on top," I explained.
"Oh, it's a fancy mattress. Better not get used to it," she mumbled, her voice heavy with sleep.
She immediately dozed off, but I didn't, so I kept watching her.
I wanted to tell her many things, but no way would I wake her up.
She was the first woman to spend the night in my bed, and I wouldn't mind if she got used to it. For so long, I’d denied myself this.
I'd managed to convince myself that it wasn't something I needed, but I so fucking did.
I didn't need just anyone, though.
I needed Riley.