Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
ADDISON
When we get to my house, I take Riley’s hand and lead her right upstairs and into the bathroom.
I crank the handle on the shower so the water can heat up, then turn back to face her.
She’s kicked off her sandals and is standing there on my black bathmat in her jean shorts and stained shirt.
She bites at her bottom lip, watching me like she’s waiting for instructions.
“Do you want me to give you some privacy?” I ask, despite how badly I want to reach for her.
Her lip remains trapped between her teeth as she slowly shakes her head. Then she releases it, and—“No.”
That one word, spoken softly but clearly, is all the permission I need to take a step toward her and curl my hands around her hips.
I sweep my thumbs over her hipbones as I kiss her.
I’m much gentler than I was in the car, but I still push my tongue past her lips, seeking more of the lingering blueberry taste from her mouth.
She kisses me back like she’s seeking something too. And whatever it is, I’m determined to give it to her.
Rucking her shirt up her sides, I take my mouth off hers to tell her, “I don’t think these stains are coming out.”
“It’s just a shirt,” she says, leaning in to keep kissing me.
After a few more moments, I urge her back so I can pull the shirt over her head and toss it to the floor.
She’s wearing a lilac-colored bra with scalloped lacing along the top of the cups.
I run my tongue over the lace on one of them, while my hand cups her other breast, my thumb seeking out her nipple through the thin material.
“Take it off,” she says, almost a whisper. “Please.”
The grin I give her is practically feral. “Well, since you asked nicely.”
I slide the straps off each shoulder, then unclasp the bra, guiding it the rest of the way off her. She doesn’t shy away from me looking at her body. And in fact, as my gaze trails downward, she boldly pops the button on her shorts free.
“Yes, take them off,” I encourage. “Get naked for me.”
She listens, swaying her hips seductively from side to side as she tugs the shorts down over them.
That move was surely unnecessary but entirely appreciated.
When the shorts land on the floor, she steps out of them, kicking them away and leaving herself in only a lacy lilac thong that matches her bra.
Her hair is still secured in the ponytail, though we’ve messed it up pretty good by now. It shouldn’t be as sexy as it is watching her reach up to pull the white scrunchie free, but as she shakes out her long hair, I suck in a sharp breath, the desire building in my gut.
“Your turn,” she says.
The temperature in this small space has ratcheted up, and I don’t think it’s entirely due to the hot water running. I can feel the heat of her blue eyes on me as I strip out of my clothes.
Once I’m rid of everything, I sink to my knees on the plush mat and tuck my fingers under the waistband of her underwear. I slowly slide the skimpy thing all the way down her legs, then run my palms up her calves and the backs of her thighs until I’ve got her ass in my hands.
Her pussy is right in my face, smooth shaven and begging for my attention, but I resist. Instead, I press my lips to her left hipbone, then right beside her belly button.
I keep my grip on her ass as I get to my feet, kissing my way up her stomach and chest until I can reach her mouth.
I take her lips one more time, then pull away and instruct her to get in the shower.
As she turns to do as I say, I give her ass a slap. She lets out a cute little squeak and looks at me over her shoulder. “That was rude,” she says. But her smile very much says otherwise.
I grab a washcloth before I step into the shower behind her.
She moves right under the water, tilting her head back to wet her hair while I squeeze some of my vanilla body wash into the cloth and lather it up.
When she moves in closer to me, I begin running the cloth gently over her body.
She smiles as the scent of vanilla fills the small space.
This time she’s going to smell like me, and that thought sparks something possessive inside me.
She may not be mine to keep. But it seems like she’s chosen to be mine for right now, so I’m damn sure going to appreciate it. And I’ll make sure she does too.
I catch her staring at my chest as I wash her, and I raise an eyebrow. “See something you like?”
“Your nipples are pierced.”
“They are,” I say with a laugh.
“Did it hurt?” she asks.
I shrug. “Certainly didn’t feel good when they stabbed a needle through them.”
“But it feels good now? Like when you touch them?”
“Mmhmm. It does.”
“Can I...” A flash of uncertainty crosses her face as she lets her request trail off. But her eyes are still zeroed in on the tiny silver hoops pierced through my nipples.
“You can touch me,” I tell her.
That doesn’t mean I’ll stop touching her, though.
At this point, it feels like I might drown if I let go of her.
When she reaches out and tentatively brushes her thumb over my nipple, I shiver at the contact, but I stay focused on my task.
I carefully wash the smeared flower off her cheek, then I keep caressing the rest of her body with the washcloth, cleaning away the last remnants of the pie filling that painted her perfect skin blue.
For every part of her I’ve made clean, I follow up with guiding my bare hand along her wet curves, wanting to take care of her and make her feel good at the same time.
Then she gives the hoop in one of my nipples a light tug, and I moan, unable to resist arching into it.
Deciding she’s clean enough, I drop the washcloth and pull her into me.
I kiss her as she plays with my nipples, giving them both equal attention.
Her exploration started out tentative, but she seems to be quickly growing in confidence.
“Is this okay?” she asks, her lips ghosting across my own. She’s clinging to my shoulder with one hand while still using her other to squeeze and flick and tease.
“Yes, you’re doing so good, sweetheart.”
She lets out a breathless little sound, somewhere between a sigh and a moan, and I kiss her hungrily, wanting to eat it up. I want all of her beautiful, pleasured sounds. I want to be the one pulling them from her lips.
I crowd her up against the shower wall, slotting one of my legs between hers.
The hot water hits my back as I capture one of her wrists and press it against the wall above her head.
She’s matching my energy, kissing me fiercely and gripping roughly at my back.
She arches into me greedily when I slide my hand down between her legs and start playing with her.
She’s wet from the water, obviously, but it’s also clear how turned on she is, because I’m able to glide two fingers right inside her.
As I finger her, I relinquish her mouth so that I can kiss, suck, and bite my way down her neck and chest. I duck down to capture a nipple between my teeth, and she gasps, her fingers scrambling along my back as I pull it toward me.
“Fuck, fuck, I—”
I ease up a bit, switching to sucking gently on her nipple while I run my thumb in light circles over her clit. She moans loudly, and I decide I need both of my hands on her immediately.
Releasing her wrist, I grab her leg and hike it up, directing it around my waist. “Hold on to me,” I tell her.
And she does. Her body is wrapped around me now as I make it my mission to drive her pleasure higher and higher.
I cup one of her breasts in my hand, squeezing it and toying with her nipple.
With her leg around my waist, she’s more open for me.
I slide three fingers inside her this time, curling them forward while my thumb keeps pressure on her clit.
“Are you gonna come for me, Strawberry?” I ask right in her ear. I tug her earlobe with my teeth before moving down to suck at the spot where her neck and shoulder meet.
“Yes. Please.” She’s nodding her head and pushing her hips forward, clutching at me to stay upright. “More. I need...”
“What do you need?”
She doesn’t answer me. She just keeps writhing her body, her movements becoming more urgent, and I can tell she’s getting close.
I remove my fingers from her, and her eyes widen like she’s upset about it.
But I quickly slide them back in, fitting my pinky along with them, so now I’m fucking her with four fingers.
Her head tips back against the shower wall, and her mouth falls open. I steal a kiss, then pull away to tell her, “You look so hot like this, riding my fingers like a good girl.”
“Uhmnf.”
“Was that supposed to be a word?” I tease. “I think you like being good for me, don’t you?”
I have no idea where this kind of dirty talk is even coming from. If I ever tried to call my ex a good girl, she would’ve lost her shit. But Riley Rowland has been the best kind of surprise in bed—and in the kitchen and the shower—and she’s somehow bringing out this side of me.
And by the way her pupils have dilated so much they’re practically swallowing up the blue of her eyes, I know she definitely does like it.
In less than a minute, I feel her starting to spasm around my fingers. I keep up my rhythm. I keep fucking her with my fingers and pressing on her clit with my thumb as she cries out, and then her body shudders, and she completely falls against me.
It takes a bit of strength to prevent us both from crashing to the shower floor. I help her to ease her leg down from my waist, and then I hold her while the rest of her comes back down.
After a minute, her breathing has returned to normal, and she looks at me with a happy twinkle in her eyes. “Oh my god, that was...”
I smirk as I lean in to kiss her. Then I tap the side of her ass and tell her, “Let’s finish up before the water gets cold.”
She looks confused, maybe a little dazed still from the orgasm. “But. Um.”