Riley #2
“Wait… Is anyone else here?” I ask, eyes darting around.
“You stripped down on a hiking trail, but now you’re worried about someone seeing you?”
“Do you want me to be mad at you, or do you want to fuck me?” I ask.
He steps closer until his bare skin touches mine. I suck in a sharp breath at the feel of it.
He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Oh, sweetheart, you can be mad at me all you want. It’ll just make it that much hotter when I fuck you.”
I groan, letting my head fall back against the plane. He chuckles before kissing down my chest.
“No one else is here,” he whispers. I don’t even have time to process his words before his lips latch onto my breast through the wet material of my bra.
“Fuck,” I moan.
Done with the barrier, he starts wiggling the material off. We both start laughing when it takes far longer than either of us would like.
Then he’s sucking my other nipple into his mouth, and without my bra in the way, the sensation is almost too much.
He falls to his knees before me, continuing to pepper kisses down my body. “This fucking thong,” he groans, kissing a line across where the lace meets my skin. His thumbs hook into the fabric, dragging it down my legs. He tosses it into the pile of his wet clothes rather than mine.
He gives me a knowing look when he catches me glaring. “Do you want to argue about who gets to keep those panties, or do you want me to make you come?”
I glare at him for another beat before I slide my hand to the back of his head and shove him against my pussy. I swear I hear him laugh, but I’m too distracted by the feel of his tongue lapping at my clit to really care.
It isn’t going to take long at all with how he’s devouring me. He eases back, just an inch. “Spread your legs.”
I do as he says, keeping my hand on the back of his head.
“Good girl,” he says, before sucking my clit into his mouth.
Between his words and the way he’s circling my sensitive bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue, I shatter. My body explodes into a thousand little pieces of bliss.
My grip on his hair tightens as the orgasm sweeps through me. He slowly laps at my clit, easing me down from the height of pleasure.
With one last leisurely lick, he stands before me. His tongue tracks over his lips, tasting the last of my desire. “You taste like heaven,” he says.
“Shut up and kiss me,” I say, pulling him toward me.
He bites my lip before easing away the sting with his tongue. Then we’re back to kissing like it’s a battle we’re both determined to win.
“Why do you still have these on?” I ask, snapping the waistband of his boxers.
His eyes narrow as he gazes down at me, his hands braced on either side of me. “What am I going to do with you?”
I tip my head to the side. “Fuck me until I forget about anything other than the feeling of your cock pounding inside of me.”
His eyes widen, like he’s almost in shock. “Your fucking mouth,” he says on an exhale. He leans back, sliding his boxers off. His cock is hard as stone, thick and perfect. He freezes for a second, then walks over to his bag.
“What the hell are you doing?”
He pulls a condom from somewhere in the backpack. “Thank you, Theo,” he mumbles under his breath.
“Who’s Theo?” I ask as he slides the condom on.
“My over-prepared brother,” he says.
I wonder if he’s as hot as Cole.
The thought is there and gone because Cole grips the back of my thighs, picking me up. My limbs wrap around him as he presses my back against the cool metal exterior of the plane.
He angles my hips just right, and then he’s easing inside of me. I can tell he’s fighting the urge to thrust inside me in one go, but he’s giving me time to adjust.
He’s big, really big. I feel like I’m being stretched wide open, but in the most delectable way possible.
I let out a heavy breath when he’s fully seated inside of me. He buries his face against my neck, letting out a string of curses.
“Are you okay?” I ask, a smirk ghosting my lips.
“Just trying not to come from how perfectly your pussy is strangling my cock right now,” he groans.
“Isn’t coming the whole point of all this?” I laugh.
He pulls his head back. His eyes are dripping with determination and pure lust. “Not until I make you come first.”
I don’t even have time to take another breath before he starts pounding inside of me. I hold onto him for dear life as he destroys my pussy like he has a personal vendetta against it.
I’m not complaining, though, because he’s at just the right angle. His cock slides against my G-spot with each stroke, and tingling is already building at the base of my spine.
His grip on my thighs is almost painful, but it only spurs me on more.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he breathes against my ear, and suddenly the endearment I’ve hated all day is now one of the best things I’ve heard in a long time.
One of his hands moves. His thumb grazes over my clit. Three circles of his thumb. Three more thrusts of his hips against me.
My head falls back as I gasp for air. My nerve endings are on fire as my pussy contracts around him.
He lets out a strangled groan, his own release following seconds behind mine. His forehead falls against my shoulder as my body quivers against him with the last few waves of bliss.
He kisses my cheek, then the corner of my mouth. “Fuck… who the hell are you, Riley?” His forehead falls against mine as he chuckles. “And where have you been my whole life?”
I have a feeling one time isn’t going to be enough with this man. If I have it my way, this won’t just be a one-time hookup. Cole is summer fling material.
I think he could make the rest of my time here in Aspen Springs a lot more eventful.