Chapter 15 Riley #2
He didn’t. He thrust those fingers faster, hooking them every time to grind that spot, tongue flicking my clit in tight circles.
Overload hit from both ends. My legs shook around his shoulders, back bowing off the table edge.
My fingers dug into his scalp, yanking strands, but he just pressed his face harder into my folds, humming approval.
“You’re close, aren’t you, little menace?” he rasped against my wetness. “I can feel it. Your pussy squeezing my fingers so hard. Come for me, Riley. Drench my tongue. I need it.”
The orgasm hit me like a truck, brutal and blinding.
I cried out, thighs locking his head in place, spine snapping up like a bowstring.
Ecstasy ripped through me, pulsing wild and dragging on forever.
He didn’t stop, just kept at it with no mercy, fingers scissoring inside, tongue swirling soft through the spasms, milking every twitch until I collapsed, quivering.
When it finally ended, when the waves subsided to tremors, I was boneless. Spent. Completely destroyed. Caelan lifted his head from between my legs, a smug grin splitting his face, chin slick with my juices, lips swollen.
“Come here,” I ordered, snagging his shirt collar and hauling him up.
I crushed my mouth to his, tongue diving in to taste my own tang on him. Salty, musky. Should’ve been off-putting, but it was incredibly hot, making my core clench fresh.
My hands dropped to the button of his pants while our kiss turned messy, tongues battling each other. He choked out a noise against my lips, body jerking like I’d touched a live wire, and I smirked against his lips. Fair’s fair. It was my turn to unravel him.
I popped the button, dragged the zipper down rough, shoved his briefs down without dropping his jeans fully.
His cock sprang free, thick and rigid, veins standing out, tip already beading precum.
He was bigger than I’d expected, heavy in my grip when I wrapped around it.
He bellowed a groan that rattled the room.
Oh, my neighbors were definitely getting a full show tonight.
I pumped him once, slow, feeling the velvet heat, the throb under my palm. He shuddered head to toe.
“Riley...”
“Shhh.”
I slid off the table and sank to my knees.
The sound he made was inhuman. A groan that bordered on a howl, ripped from somewhere deep in his chest, and it sent a thrill up my spine. His hands flew to my hair but didn’t push, just held, shaking with the effort to hold back.
I looked up at him. His head was thrown back, his jaw clenched, his chest heaving. He looked like he was dying. He looked beautiful.
I’d never been a fan of blowjobs before. With Damien, it was always an obligation, a chore. I did it because I had to, not because I wanted to. I’d never enjoyed it.
But Caelan changed things.
I wanted to do this, to hear those sounds, to make him fall apart the way he’d made me fall apart. I wanted to watch this powerful, intense man lose control because of me.
So I swiped my tongue over the slit, lapping the salty bead of precum, and he cursed.
“Fuck, Riley...”
I sealed my lips around the head, sucking gently at first, then took him deeper. He cursed again, a string of words that might not even be English. His hips twitched, fighting the urge to thrust, and his fingers tightened in my hair.
“That’s... fuck, Riley... so good...”
I wasn’t an expert. My technique was probably sloppy, my moves a bit clumsy, but I paid attention to what made him gasp, what made him groan, what made his thighs shake.
I learned him and found his rhythm. And then I took him deeper, inch by inch, until he hit the back of my throat.
He made a strangled sound, his whole body going tense.
“Holy fuck,” he panted. “Your mouth... feels incredible...”
I pulled back, swirling my tongue around the head, then took him deep again. I set a rhythm, bobbing my head, my hand working the base where my mouth couldn’t reach. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked, and he groaned so loud it echoed off the kitchen walls.
He was vocal, praising me constantly, telling me how amazing I was, how perfect, how he’d never felt anything this good. His voice was wrecked, broken, barely recognizable.
“Your mouth is heaven. You’re heaven. I can’t... fuck, Riley, I can’t believe...”
I met his gaze, cock halfway down my throat, and something in his expression shattered.
It was driving me insane. Arousal dripped down my thighs despite the orgasm I’d just had.
The sounds he was making, the way he was falling apart, the power I had over him in this moment.
.. I was already wet again, my pussy throbbing in want.
Hell or heaven, I still wasn’t sure which one this was.
I grabbed his hip with my free hand and pulled him forward, encouraging him to move. He understood. He started thrusting, shallow at first, testing my limits.
“Is this okay?” he gasped, strained.
I moaned around him in answer, the vibration pulling another curse from him.
He thrust deeper, and I relaxed my throat for him. He fucked my mouth with increasing desperation, his hips snapping forward, his fingers fisting in my hair. The sounds were obscene, wet and sloppy, and I loved every second of it.
“I’m close,” he warned, his voice wrecked. “Riley, I’m going to... you should pull back...”
I didn’t pull away. I looked up at him, met his eyes, and took him as deep as I could as he came in my throat, his whole body going rigid before I felt him pulse on my tongue, hot and bitter, spurting against the back of my throat.
I swallowed everything, working him through it, sucking gently until he was shuddering and gasping, just like he had done with me. Ha.
When I finally released him, he stumbled backward, catching himself on the counter. His pants were around his thighs. His shirt was half-unbuttoned. He looked debauched, destroyed. I loved every second of it.
“Jesus Christ,” he panted.
I wiped my mouth and grinned up at him from my knees.
Caelan pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply, not seeming to care about what my mouth had just been doing. I bit his lip and he groaned.
“I don’t have condoms,” I said, regret thick in my voice. “But we could go buy...”
He shook his head, expression growing more serious. “I want to. God, Riley, I want to more than anything. You have no idea how much I want to be inside you right now.”
I felt the second part of the sentence already forming. “But?”
He took a breath. “There are things I need to tell you first. Before we do that.”
My stomach dropped. “What things?”
“Nothing bad.” He cupped my face, thumbs stroking my cheekbones. “At least, I hope you won’t think it’s bad. Just things about me. About who I am. Things you should know before you decide to let me in all the way.”
Alarm bells rang in my head. What could he possibly need to tell me? Was he married? A criminal? Secretly a serial killer? Was he going to tell me the bodies were buried under his apartment?
He kissed me softly before I could spiral.
“Not tonight,” he murmured against my lips. “Tonight I just want to be with you. Is that okay?”
I wanted to push and demand answers. I was not a patient person and I was very, very intrigued by his secrets. But his eyes were so sincere, and his hands were so gentle, and I was exhausted and happy and didn’t want to ruin this.
“Okay.”
“Thank you.”
“Shower?” I asked. “We’re both still covered in rain and... other things.”
He laughed. “Shower sounds perfect. Actually, do you have a Band-Aid? I have a cut.”
Alarm shot through me. “What? Really? First aid kit’s in the bathroom. I’ll leave it out for you, unless you want me to-”
“It’s fine, it’s just a silly scratch.” He said, so I went to the bathroom, dug out the kit, and left the box of Band-Aids on the counter before stepping into the shower.
The hot water felt incredible on my skin, washing away the rain and sweat.
I was just starting to relax when the curtain pulled back and Caelan stepped in.
“Room for two?”
“Always.”
I smiled and looked down to his sculpted, dreamy body…And his thigh. There were four Band-Aids there, clustered together, covering a spot on his inner thigh. Huh.
“That’s a lot of Band-Aids for one cut,” I said.
“It’s a long cut. I walked into a table.” He didn’t meet my eyes. “Very pointy table.”
“Uh-huh.”
That explanation felt wrong, but I filed it away for later, added it to the growing list of questions I had about this mysterious man.
The shower should have been sexy, and parts of it were.
His hands soaping my back, sliding over my curves with reverent attention.
His fingers tracing down my spine, over the curve of my ass, making me shiver.
My fingers running through his wet hair, scratching lightly at his scalp.
The way he pressed me against the tile and kissed me until I forgot my own name.
He washed every inch of me with careful attention. His soapy hands cupped my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until I gasped. They slid down my stomach, between my thighs, cleaning me gently where I was still sensitive from before.
When he reached my feet, he actually knelt in the shower spray and rubbed circles into my arches until I moaned.
“You’re ridiculous,” I told him.
“You’re tired. You deserve to be taken care of.”
“No one’s ever...”
“I know.” He looked up at me, water streaming down his face. “I want to be the first for a lot of things. Is that okay?”
I couldn’t speak, only nod. Yes. It was okay.
But mostly, the shower was just nice. Intimate. Comfortable in a way that surprised me, like we’d been doing this for years instead of hours.
“I’m tired,” I complained at one point. “Too tired to wash my hair properly.”
“I’ll do it.”
And he did. He washed my hair for me, his fingers massaging my scalp, working the shampoo through the strands tenderly.
It was possibly the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for me.
More romantic than flowers or jewelry or fancy dinners.
Just a man washing my hair because I was tired and he wanted to take care of me.
I traced the tattoos on his chest while he worked, asking about each one.
“This one?”
“Family crest.”
“And this?”
“A mark of achievement. From my training.”
“Will you tell me about this wolf?”
“Personal.” His voice softened. “I’ll explain soon. I promise.”
I shrugged, and five minutes later, we collapsed into my bed, still slightly damp. Caelan pulled me against his chest, wrapping around me like a koala. His arms were strong around me, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear.
“Thank you,” he said quietly. “For tonight.”
“Thank you for being you.”
He pressed a kiss to my hair. “I mean it. This night... you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. How long I’ve dreamed of holding you like this.”
“How long?” I asked sleepily.
“Longer than you’d believe.”
I meant to say more. But instead, I fell asleep. And the last ridiculous thought in my head was that I’d forgotten to dry my hair and it was going to be a disaster in the morning.
But that was a problem for tomorrow Riley.