Chapter 15 Riley
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Riley
I was drenched. Absolutely soaked.
And it wasn’t because of the rain.
I watched Caelan walk into my apartment, and my whole body tightened with anticipation. He moved slowly, not taking his eyes off me. There was a predatory quality in the way he stalked toward me, a hunger that made my heart race and my thighs clench.
I was the prey. I wanted to be caught…But I also liked to be chased. So when he was close enough to touch, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him despite our wet clothes, I did the unexpected.
I ran.
It was playful, ridiculous, and I was laughing as I screeched and darted into my living room. Water went everywhere, dripping from my hair, my clothes, leaving puddles on the floor. Gerald the stain probably thought I’d lost my mind. It wasn’t wrong.
“You’re going to make me chase you?” His voice was low, amused. I could hear the smile in it.
“Catch me if you can, big guy.”
“Oh, I can.”
I shrieked and bolted around the couch. He followed, moving faster than I expected, and I nearly slipped on a puddle of my own making. Graceful. Very sexy. Definitely how heroines in romance novels behaved.
“You’re leaving a trail,” he observed, stalking around the other side of the couch. “Not great for stealth.”
“Shut up and chase me properly.”
“Properly?”
“You know. Like a monster.”
“A monster.” His eyes gleamed with mischief. “You want me to be a monster?”
“I want you to try to catch me like you mean it.”
He made a sound that shouldn’t have been possible from a human throat. A growl, deep and rumbling, that made goosebumps erupt across my skin. Then he snarled and lunged over the couch instead of around it.
I screamed with laughter and ran for the kitchen.
“That’s cheating!” I yelled over my shoulder.
“Monsters don’t follow rules.”
“That’s very convenient for you!”
He caught me in the kitchen.
He was making those sounds the whole time, growls and snarls that sounded almost inhuman, like a creature out of a monster movie, and I was laughing so hard I could barely breathe. He grabbed me around the waist and I shrieked, struggling playfully even as I melted against him.
“Gotcha,” he rumbled against my ear.
“Fair catch.”
“I always catch what I’m hunting.”
I kissed him. That shut him up fast.
It also flipped the switch on the heat simmering between us, turning our playful banter into full-blown hunger in a blink.
One moment we were laughing, the next my mouth was fused to his, tongues sliding hot and urgent.
My fingers knotted in the damp fabric of his shirt, yanking him closer.
His arms locked around my back, hoisting me up off the floor like I weighed nothing.
I hooked my legs around his waist, and he carried me those few steps to the kitchen table, dumping me down on the edge with a thud that rattled the salt shaker. This had to be his kink: perching me on tables like some kind of offering.
“I’m hungry,” he said against my mouth.
“I have food. Some cheese that might still be good.”
“Hmm,” he hummed as he bit my lower lip. “Not hungry for food.”
His palms slipped under my soaked shirt, and I sucked in a breath at the chill of his skin hitting my warm belly.
The shock made goosebumps ripple across me, my body arching into the touch.
He didn’t pause, shoving the wet cotton higher, baring my stomach, then the lacy edge of my bra, until my breasts spilled into view.
He froze and stared, eyes widening like he’d uncovered treasure.
“Fuck,” he exhaled, gaze locked on me as if I were a miracle. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Caelan...”
“So beautiful. I can’t believe I get to touch you.”
Then his lips crashed onto my chest, sucking through the thin lace over one nipple, and my brain short-circuited.
His tongue dragged along the outline, teasing the bud beneath, making me twist and press up for more.
His hands cradled my breasts, thumbs brushing the undersides before squeezing, sending jolts straight down to my clit.
“I’ve been thinking about these all night,” he growled against my skin. “Driving me fucking insane.”
He reached behind me, unclasped my bra with a tug and a grunt, and peeled it away. The cool air hit my bare breasts and my nipples hardened instantly, tight and aching. He let out a deep groan, drinking in the sight.
“Goddess,” he whispered. “I’m a lucky bastard.”
His mouth latched onto my naked skin, and I nearly bucked off the table.
He drew my nipple between his lips, tongue swirling fast around the stiff tip, sucking with a pull that tugged at my core.
I cried out, the pleasure sharp and electric, my pussy clenching empty and wet.
His teeth scraped lightly, and I gasped, hands flying to his hair, gripping the strands to hold him there.
“More,” I begged. “Please, more.”
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention. Licking broad strokes, sucking until it throbbed, nipping just enough to make me hiss. His free hand worked the first one, fingers rolling the slick nipple, pinching just hard enough to make me whimper.
“You like that?” His voice was rough. “You like when I play with your tits?”
“Yes.” The word came out broken. “God, yes.”
“I could do this for hours.” He sucked hard on my nipple and I moaned. “Could worship these perfect tits all night. Make you come just from this.”
The thought made me throb. Could he? I’d never climaxed from this alone, but with his mouth working me over, it felt possible. My pussy pulsed, slickness coating my thighs.
He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at me. My breasts glistened from his saliva, nipples swollen and flushed. He looked at me like I was a feast and he was starving.
“I need to taste more of you,” he said, and his lips started trailing lower.
Caelan’s mouth mapped my body, pressing kisses into my stomach, tongue dipping into my navel before hitting my hip bones. He nipped the skin there, light but possessive, then mouthed the edge of my shorts’ waistband. He glanced up, pupils blown so wide they nearly swallowed the gray.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes.” The word slipped out faint, barely audible over my pounding heart.
He tugged my shorts down my legs, hooking my panties with them, sliding both off in one go and flinging them aside.
I sat there exposed, pussy bare and dripping on the kitchen table, shirt rucked up around my collarbone, tits out and heaving.
A flash of doubt hit, of vulnerability and shame as I lay spread open for a guy I hardly knew, like some desperate woman on display. What was I doing? I-
He must have seen it on my face because he paused, hands stilling on my thighs, thumbs stroking soothing circles.
“Hey.” His tone softened, gentle. “It’s me. And I’m crazy about you. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
The hesitation melted. This was Caelan, the one who’d shown up with sweets, scrubbed my dishes, and ran through the rain for me. I trusted him.
“I want this,” I said firmly. “You.”
His smile was pure joy. “Good. Because I’ve been thinking about tasting your pussy since the moment we met.”
He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, then the other, inching higher, breath ghosting over my folds until his face hovered right there. My world shrank to that spot, anticipation coiling tight.
He licked a slow, firm line from my entrance up to my clit, tongue broad and flat, and I jerked, nearly sliding off the wood. My fingers tangled in his hair again, clutching for anchor. He repeated it, dragging even slower, savoring the taste, and I whimpered, hips twitching.
“You taste incredible,” he murmured against my slit, the vibration of his words making me shiver. “Better than I imagined. And I imagined a lot.”
Then he stopped talking and got to work.
He ate me like a man possessed. His tongue was relentless, circling my clit with tight, precise flicks, then plunging inside me, thrusting shallow to lap at my walls. He explored every inch, nose bumping my mound as he sucked and licked, thorough and unyielding.
“I died and landed in fucking heaven,” he groaned against me. “You’re so wet and ready, little menace. You drive me fucking insane.”
His hands dug into my thighs, fingers bruising as he held me open for him, keeping me exactly where he wanted me. Every time I tried to close my legs, he pushed them wider. Every time I tried to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation, he yanked my hips forward, burying his face deeper.
He latched onto my clit, sucking hard while his tongue batted it quick, and I screamed, raw and unrestrained, echoes bouncing off the cabinets, neighbors be damned. He did it again, humming low, the vibration ripping through me like fire, my vision spotting white.
“That’s it,” he growled into my folds. “Let me hear you. I want every fucking sound you make.”
I bucked, moaned, tugged his hair sharp enough to sting. He rumbled approval, the sound pulsing against my core, sending fresh sparks through my entire body.
“More,” I gasped, thighs shaking. “Please, more.”
He gave me more, just like I begged for, his finger pushing into my pussy slow and sure. I clamped down around it right away, walls fluttering greedily. He let out this deep groan that vibrated straight through me.
“So tight,” he muttered, breath hot on my thigh. “So fucking tight and wet. Can’t wait to bury my cock in you.”
He worked in a second finger, the stretch burning sweet, filling me up just enough to make me gasp. Then he crooked them, rubbing that hidden spot deep inside, relentless while his tongue kept lashing my clit. The combo wrecked me: fingers pumping steady, mouth sucking hard.
“Right there,” I babbled, words tumbling out. “Oh god, right there, don’t stop, please don’t...”