Chapter 30 August
THIRTY
AUGUST
I gaze at Riley and the way she stops biting her lip. I can't help but feel smug about it. I know I'm getting her back day by day. I'm not fucking that up again.
The sunset casts a beautiful, hazy gold glow around her, one that matches her eyes. The little disco ball in the corner intensifies the colors around us. Some slow song plays in the background, but in my mind, it's fading.
This is the most romantic shit that's ever happened to me, and I'm sure the universe is giving me signals.
Riley blinks slowly at me. Once, twice, and a third time. Her light, long lashes flutter with every blink. Her mouth parts, and her lips are screaming at me to kiss her. Kiss her again. Grab her. Hold on to her.
Fuck her.
Before I have time to move, she's on me. The movement is so fast that my brain can't keep up. Her arms wrap around my neck, her breasts press against me, and her lips are on mine.
I catch up to her and kiss her back. Hard and intense. My glasses push against my cheek to the point that I'm afraid they're going to break. I pull back and stop kissing her, catching my breath.
"Hold on," I say in a rush. I take my glasses off and toss them on the coffee table. I nod fast. "Okay." And pull her back in.
Her leg glides over the top of my thighs before I grip them and swing her onto my lap. A small squeal vibrates from her mouth and onto my lips. The tips of my fingers dig into her thighs and then slide up to her hips. She nips at my bottom lip, the tip of her tongue flicking.
The soft touch of her hands grazed my neck before slipping into my hair. She gives a slight tug, enough to grab a sharp breath through my teeth. Our tongues twirl together, soft and slow. Almost mesmerizing.
While we play with each other, I pull a satisfying moan from her lips. If my eyes weren’t closed already, I’d feel my eyelids become heavy from the sensation of her body pressed against mine.
I trail my fingers up her waist and on her breasts as my cock strains against the zipper of my jeans. She pulls her hands away from my hair to grab the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head before tossing it on the ground.
Holy fuck. Is this really happening? How did we get here?
Now isn’t the time to be questioning that.
Eighteen-year-old August would have come in his pants if he saw Riley like this. The light purple lace bra complements her creamy skin. And her breasts are cupped perfectly in the delicate fabric. When I rub my thumb over her right nipple, I feel something else.
She has her nipple pierced. I'm going to come in my pants by that sight alone. No. Don't you fucking dare.
"You like what you see?" she asks in a voice that drips like honey.
I can’t find any words to say. If I did, they’d come out as a jumbled mess. All I can do is nod. Then her lips find my neck, peppering kisses all over. My eyes roll back, and my head falls onto the back of the couch.
Her hand presses into my throbbing cock, and I let out an animalistic groan, cursing under my breath. She sucks on the other side of my neck. I rub at my eyes, hoping this isn’t a dream. A gentle laugh comes from her.
Riley is getting too cocky for my liking.
She releases a sharp gasp when she finds herself in my arms while I stand.
"Tell me where your bedroom is,” I say harshly. “Now."
Her eyes widen, and she sputters out, "Down the hall to the right."
I take long strides toward the white door that's cracked open. I push it with my foot, causing it to slam against the wall and bounce back. Her four-post bed sits in the middle of the room against the wall.
The neatly made bed, with light green sheets, catches my eye as I walk toward it, tossing her onto it. I grab the back of my shirt, yank it off, and toss it onto the floor. She lifts herself up onto her elbows before pushing herself back onto the bed.
I waste no time joining, hovering above her as her chest rises and falls with excitement. I wish I could read her mind. Is she thinking what I’m thinking? That this is happening, after all these years of glancing at each other, pretending we don’t want one another.
Pressing my lips onto hers, I grind against her, our jeans causing friction between us. I crawl down, kissing her sternum, her stomach, and her navel. All the way until my knees are on the floor.
“Have you dreamt about this, Riley? Me on my knees for you?”
Her throat bobs and she’s lost for words, but I need to hear her voice, I need her to tell me what she wants.
“What do you want, Riley? Tell me.” I wait patiently, piercing her with my gaze, but I grit my teeth, and my finger trails along the button on her jeans. I’ve been waiting for this, too. It takes everything in me to push down my impatience. “Use your words. Tell me what you want.”
“I…” She peers at my hand on her jeans, then up to me. “I want to feel your lips on me. I want you to take off my jeans and—”
“And kiss your beautiful pussy that I’m sure is soaked right now.” I move my fingers down from her button to where her clit is under her jeans.
She bites down on her lip and moans.
“When’s the last time you’ve been with someone?” I hate having to ask this, wishing that no one had touched her before, but she’s a beautiful woman.
I watch her throat bob, and she looks away before answering. “Six months ago.”
I make no comment, no surprised facial expression, but I’m happy.
“And you?” she asks evenly.
I huff out a laugh as I work my fingers unbuttoning her jeans and zipper. “Would you believe me if I said a year?”
“A year?” She lifts onto her elbows with shock written all over her face. “How the hell did you go a year?”
“Do you really want me to explain my sex life to you right now?” I slide her jeans off, and she lifts her hips for me.
Her underwear matches her bra. Did she wear this just for me?
"You're fucking perfect," I whisper.
I roam over her body. The peach fuzz near her belly button. Her toned thighs. There's a small birthmark on her hip bone that looks too perfect not to taste. I kiss it and linger there for a moment before moving down her inner thigh.
I keep my eyes on her. Her stomach dips when I drag the tip of my tongue from below her belly button and down to the fabric of her underwear. My teeth grab onto the lace, and I pull down, teasingly.
She drops herself onto the bed and lets out a frustrated moan.
“Shit.” My fingers run down her clit over the fabric. “You’re soaked through the fabric.” I tug her underwear to the side, torturing myself while I slowly do it. I get off on this. Then I take all her in. The strip of hair that runs down toward her clit is glistening, calling out for me.
I kiss the inside of her thigh, and she rocks her hips, groaning. I press my hard length into her bed, still straining against my zipper, wanting any type of friction while I finally give in to what we both want. I kiss her clit, swiping it with the tip of my tongue, just for a taste.
"You taste delicious," I rasp.
I brace my hands on the bed, Riley lying between them. Her pussy is fucking gorgeous, and its mine. My lips cover every part of her, then my tongue finds her entrance. I’m desperate for another taste.
"What is taking you—"Riley starts but doesn't finish.
I tug on her thighs, pulling her closer to my face.
"Oh, fuck." She shouts when my tongue thrusts into her tight pussy. "August."
When I slip a finger into her, I can feel how tight she is, how warm. Another delicious moan leaves her lips when I add another finger. Pumping in and out of her feels incredible, and this is just my fingers.
My cock continues pushing against the fabric of my jeans, but I stay patient. This is about her right now. I bite her clit while I pump my fingers faster; the sound of her pussy with each pump is hypnotic.
"Oh. My. God. August," she says through each breath. She grips the sheets, her hips move against my face, rubbing against the stubble on my jaw.
I don't hold back. With each thrust of my fingers, I get a pretty little curse from her. My other hand slides up her stomach and cups one of her breasts that's still trapped in her lacy bra.
"Au-August, I'm close." She pants. "Fuck, fuck..."
Her thighs clench around my neck, and I fucking love it. I nip at her clit again; my tongue is greedy for more. Her thighs wrap tighter, her legs shaking with each flick of my tongue.
“August,” she whines.
Everything slows down—my tongue, my fingers—and I stop what I'm doing. I kiss her sensitive bud, slowly pulling my fingers away, letting them touch every inch of her as they slip out. A breath escapes her, and she groans from frustration.
“I swear to god," she says, "If you don't make me come, you’ll regret it.”
I lift myself up and smirk at her. Her pussy glistens, and my cock practically screams from the view. Riley looks at me, her lips thin, her jaw ticking.
I tilt my head to the side and lift my hand. "Come here and lick yourself off me, sunshine. Once I’m clean, you’ll wish you never said those words."