Chapter 22 Good Girl
good girl
HAYDEN
If it weren’t for Riley’s grumbling stomach, we probably wouldn’t have left my room at all.
We fucked in the kitchen after she got home, then in the shower, then I went down on her in my bed.
My racing thoughts went quiet, giving me a distraction from the suffocating grief.
It won’t last, and losing myself in her won’t magically heal me, but I’m grateful for the little relief I’ve been granted.
The room is dark as we lie together on the couch, watching Arcane, the only source of light is the TV.
Once the new episode starts, I hit pause and stand. “Wanna drink something? Or maybe some snacks?”
She gives me a soft smile. “No, thanks. I’m full.”
“Okay.” I head into the kitchen for a glass of water, and when I return my eyes land on Riley, and I hesitate at the threshold.
She’s typing on her phone; she hasn’t noticed me yet.
Her hair is still damp from the shower and curling slightly.
She’s in my T-shirt and a pair of panties, and knowing that makes my dick twitch.
I clench my jaw and chide myself silently. Haven’t I had enough orgasms already?
There’s no such thing as enough orgasms, my inner voice deadpans.
Great. I’m losing it.
With a shake of my head, I stroll to the couch. As I drop to the cushion beside her, Riley locks her phone and tosses it to the coffee table. Then she reaches for the remote and hits play.
The show is amazing. Great plot, great soundtrack. I should be paying attention.
But tonight I find my mind drifting back to my moment with Riley, my thoughts stuck on how she kissed me when I begged her for a distraction.
How she moved on top of me on the kitchen floor.
How she lost herself with me. I couldn’t get enough of her.
I still can’t. The way I want her is fucking insane.
And that’s a huge fucking problem.
She’s my best friend’s little sister.
She crushed on me for years.
This is wrong. She deserves better.
But it’s fucking impossible to listen to that voice of wisdom when she’s sitting inches away from me, her caramel scent wafting around her.
The right thing to do would be to get my ass out of this room, but—
“Is everything okay?”
Riley’s soft voice startles me. Blinking, I turn to her and discover she’s staring at me. “Sorry. What did you say?”
“I asked if everything’s okay. You were talking to yourself.”
Breath hitching, I run a hand through my hair. Dammit. I need to get a grip.
I press my lips together, then let them part. “Come here.” The words come out low. Rough.
She tilts her head, hair sliding over her shoulder, but she doesn’t move.
My chest deflates. Maybe that’s for the best. Maybe she should leave.
Even as I think it’d be in her best interest to get out of here, I hold my hand out to her. “Come here.”
This time, it’s not a request.
She places her hand in mine, the feel of her soft skin lighting me up inside.
“You should go,” I tell her.
“Then let go of me.”
I should. But I can’t. It’s like asking a starving man to give up on his last meal.
I clench my jaw. “Ry, if you stay, I’ll lose whatever control I’ve got left.”
“I know.” She lifts a shoulder in a shrug.
My gut twists. “Riley…”
A small smile curves her lips. “Hade.”
I zero in on her mouth. “This is a bad idea.”
She arches a brow in challenge. “Then tell me to leave. It’s that simple.”
My heart thunders, blood rushing in my ears. I know what I should do, but…fuck it.
I tug on her hand, pulling her to me, and she eagerly climbs into my lap.
The moment she feels my hardness under her, she lets out a long sigh.
Fuck. That sound sends a thrill through me. If she’s gonna make noises like that, I have no hope of resisting her.
With a hand on the back of her neck, I fuse my mouth to hers. An electric current strikes my heart, spreading warmth all over my skin. There’s nothing gentle about the way I kiss her, sucking and nibbling on her bottom lip until she whimpers.
“Jesus, Ry…” I press my lips to her throat, caressing her skin with my tongue. “I can’t resist you.”
She moans. “You don’t need to.”
I lean away and grip the hem of her tee, and she quickly lifts her arms to make the task easier. It lands on the floor, and I dive in, taking her pebbled nipple into my mouth. I curl my tongue around the peak, suck it into my mouth, and then release it with a pop.
She arches her back, her breaths coming quick.
I do it again, and this time when I release her, she gets to her feet and peers down at me.
My chest rises and falls rapidly as I hold her gaze and wait for her next move.
Without looking away, she pushes her panties down, then steps out of them.
My mouth waters at the sight of her completely bare for me.
Before I can pull her back to my lap, she kneels in front of me, settling between my legs.
Fuck. I swear my vision goes hazy, and I haven’t even taken my dick out of my sweatpants yet. She slides her hands up my thighs and cups me through the fabric, and my eyes roll back in my head.
Silently, I lift my hips and she tugs the pants down, stripping me down so I’m as naked as she is.
With a smile, she wraps her hand around my shaft and gives it a long stroke.
Then without a word, she takes my crown into her mouth and sucks.
She repeats the motion again and again, sucking and then releasing me while she continues pumping my shaft.
The heat forming in my lower abdomen pushes me to thrust into her mouth.
She lets me, taking me deeper with each lift of my hips.
When she gags, I ease up, but she only leans in more and takes me deeper, watery eyes locked on my face. So I thrust again, and this time when she gags, the sound is followed by a moan. Because while she gives me probably the best blowjob of my life, she plays with her clit as well.
Chest heaving, she leans away, catching her breath, her lips swollen and saliva on her chin. Her forehead is covered in sweat, her blue hair sticking to it. She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve seen.
I hold out my hand to her and help her to her feet.
“Where do you keep the condoms?” she asks.
“The nightstand.”
With a nod, she pads out of the room. When she returns she tosses a handful of condoms on the coffee table. With one foil packet pinched between her fingers, she climbs onto the couch, her knees on either side of me.
I take the condom from her, tear the wrapper and roll it down my shaft. With her hands on my shoulders, she lowers herself onto my cock slowly.
“One, two, three,” she counts as she takes me deeper. Then she hoists herself up and hovers over me. “Your barbells are everything… I really think you’ve ruined me for everyone else.”
A hot wave of possessiveness rolls through me. I cuff her throat, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Good.”
Her eyes flare, but she doesn’t respond. Then she’s lowering herself onto my dick once again. “One, two…three, four…” She repeats the process, easing up until my crown is at her entrance, then sliding down. “One…two…three…four…five…oh my God, Hade…six.”
“Holy shit, Ry…” I groan, closing my eyes.
Her warm, wet pussy is heaven. With every move she makes, electricity arcs through me. I’m fucking losing my mind from how good she feels around me.
She rides me slow and deep, her hips rolling and circling, adding more friction, nearly shorting out my very overstimulated brain. Her moans and whimpers merge with my groans, filling the room, the sound accompanied by the slapping of our skin.
“I’m so close…” She lets out a moan.
With my hands on her hips, I guide her up and down my shaft faster.
Eyes closed, she chases her orgasm, riding me with abandon. Her body is covered in sweat, her hair in total disarray, and the most beautiful blush creeps over her cheeks as she gets closer to her release.
With a sharp breath in, she cups my face and covers my lips with hers. She comes like that, her moans muffled by our mouths. Her pussy squeezes me, each pulse so intense it makes my vision blur.
I keep up my rhythm, drawing out her orgasm. When her sounds die down and she’s panting for breath, I surge to my feet, keeping the two of us connected, then turn and lower her onto her back.
I tower over her, eyes blazing into hers. “Lie on your stomach.”
She does as I tell her without a question.
“Arch for me.” I slap her ass cheek.
When she’s where I want her, I put one knee on the couch and keep the other foot firmly planted on the floor. Then in one thrust, I seat myself fully.
“Hade…” she moans into the cushions.
I start slow and steady, returning to the pace she set before her release.
Hovering over here like this, with her ass in the air, I slide into her at an angle immediately sending her reeling again.
Her moans are louder this time, her fingers digging into the couch cushions as she spasms around me.
She’s barely come down, sucking in lungfuls of air, before another orgasm rolls through her.
Fuck. She’s having multiple orgasms, her body getting no time to settle before another wave of pleasure hits her again.
“Oh my God…” she whimpers, as another powerful shudder rolls through her body. “That’s four. Hayden, I can’t…”
“You can…” I plant both knees on the couch, and clutch her hips. I stab into her harder, again and again, my spine tingling and waves of need crashing over me. “Give me more, Ry baby.”
Her voice high pitches, as she comes for the fifth time. She screams my name as she claws at the couch.
When this orgasm fades, I pull back and she instantly lowers her ass.
It’s kind of sweet that she thinks I’m done with her.
With my hands around her waist, I flip her onto her back. Her hair is splayed out around her, her eyes clouded as I nestle between her legs and enter her again, then rest one of her calves on my shoulder, then the other. I slam into her again, and almost instantly, her pussy pulses around my dick.
“Oh G-God…” She moans, arching her back. “Hayden, please…I can’t…”
She says it, but with how she lifts her hips to meet me halfway, I don’t think she means it. So I only double my efforts, fucking her harder.
Then as another wave of orgasm wrecks her body, I pull away.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Her voice cracks.
Angling forward, I smirk. “Didn’t you want me to stop?”
“No.”
I chuckle. “Are you sure? I swear you said ‘I can’t.’”
“No. Please… More…”
“Good girl,” I murmur, slapping her pussy lightly.
“More…” she pants, arching under me.
With a smile, I slap her pussy again, then tighten my grip on her hips and pull her back into me. I’m gone.
Nothing has ever felt so good, but in this moment, all I care about is the way her body reacts, the way she falls apart when I touch her. Keeping her there. Giving her more.
Because at this point, Riley Evans is the only thing that matters.