Chapter 13
Riley
I can't believe the restraint I just showed.
I press my back to the closed door, squeezing my legs together as I do.
My body aches for him.
You're the perfect size, Riley. Exactly my fucking type.
I could swim in those words forever.
I still don't think he remembers what happened in that closet. I think his reference to high school was just about him making stupid choices or ones that didn't exactly fit who he was. Or maybe it was more about not knowing what he liked until he found it, as is the case in a lot of situations.
I didn't know I liked muscle-bound blue-collar workers until he dropped his pants in the middle of his bedroom without an ounce of flare, like he gets naked for women all the time.
The thought of that makes my stomach turn.
I shake my head, quickly releasing all thoughts of what we shared at his house both times we were there.
I have to take him at face value and believe what he said.
I know this wasn't more than hooking up. Although we said it would only happen once, the situation presented itself a second time, and I was just as willing to participate then as I was the first time. It's not fair to blame him when I wanted it just as badly. If I hadn't wanted it, I wouldn't have worn my favorite dress after shaving all my bits and pieces and slathering my body with scented lotion.
I can't believe he's been living in a hotel room. I knew the fire ruined his kitchen, but I don't have any experience with that sort of thing. I didn't realize that smoke damage was such a problem with house fires. I just figured what the flames touched was the entire problem.
It makes me feel guilty about all the bad things I've said about him to myself when I'm alone. Maybe he hasn't been back to the house in the last couple of days, and that's why the food was still on his porch when I swung by this evening to drop off another meal.
Needing to know for sure, I pull the door back open, hoping to catch him before he drives off. I startle at seeing him still on the porch, standing exactly where he was moments ago when I closed the door.
"I am willing to beg," he whispers, and the sound of his voice climbs inside of me.
The man might as well be standing there with his hand wrapped around his cock for how those sultry words sound in my ears.
I drop my eyes to the front of his jeans, and there's no hiding just how turned on he is right now. I should question the sanity of a man who gets aroused when he's insulted by a woman, but my body has other things on its mind.
I reach out and grab the front of his jacket, tugging him forward until he's standing inside my little house.
The space feels too small for such a large man, but I don't have the ability to question any of it right now. Logical thinking isn't something I want to engage in at all because I might change my mind and ask him to leave.
History tells me that I should, that this will turn sour before the sweat dries on our skin. I know I need to just count the great sex we've had as a brief escape from reality, but my body urges me to act differently.
"Beg," I whisper, looking up at him and locking my eyes on his.
"Hmm?"
"You said you were willing to beg," I say with a shrug. "So do it."
I feel his mouth on my skin when he scrapes his teeth over his bottom lip before it turns up into a sinister little smile. It makes me question my sanity when a thrill of anticipation runs up my spine.
"Can I do it without words?"
There's a playful cadence to his tone, a contradiction to the words he spoke at the bar.
I freeze, my mind taking me back to that moment and making me wonder if my issues made it worse than it actually was.
Or maybe I'm just feeding that self-esteem issue that isn't strong enough to stand up to him for being so insulting.
"I like you feisty," he says when I nod my head in agreement because I've clearly lost my fucking mind.
I grip a handful of his hair when he dips down, intent on brushing his lips against my cheek.
"Make it good, Hammer, or I'm going to put you back out in the cold. "
His smile is wide, his eyes sparkling with a devious hint of seduction.
He stands to his full height, hands reaching out for my hips, and I take a step back.
"Say one more fucking thing about your weight, Riley, and I'll spank your ass until you're begging me to stop," he growls, only hesitating long enough to speak before lifting me up and urging my legs around his waist.
As if he's been inside my house before, he carries me straight to my bedroom, his erection shifting against my body like a secondary seduction.
His lips trail over my neck, the warmth of his breath on my skin making me crave even more of this man.
Hands grip my ass almost to the point of pain, but there's something arousing in that as well.
When he's standing in front of me, the way his eyes dip down my body, I have no doubt the man desires me. His cock is thick and hot, the warmth of it leaking through the denim of his jeans, making it very clear what he wants.
I have no idea why I always question why a guy would be attracted to me. I wouldn't look at another athletic man and woman with more on her bones than what beauty magazines deem acceptable and judge them, so I have no clue why I can't accept that he might actually be attracted to exactly who I am.
It's not like the guy couldn't get a model-thin woman if he wanted. There are several in town, more than one in our group tonight, who noticed him the second he walked through the door. Thankfully, Sage distracted them while I fought jealousy and battled with my own self-worth.
"This fucking dress hides too much, Riley. I fucking hate it," he growls as he lowers me to the floor at the end of my bed.
I watch, bottom lip clamped between my teeth, as he lowers himself.
"But I'm glad you wore it tonight. Couldn't eat this delicious pussy of yours if Cash had to arrest me for beating some guy's ass for thinking he could flirt with you. What the fuck?"
Laughter bubbles out of my chest when he looks completely confused once he lifts my dress, only to find a thick pair of leggings encasing my legs.
"It's cold outside, Mac. I wasn't going to freeze."
"How many layers are you fucking wearing?" he growls when he pulls the leggings down, only to find a second pair under the first.
"Enough to stay warm. It's freezing outside. Are you disappointed that you have to unwrap me?"
He lifts his eyes to mine as his cool hands roam up my body, fingers hooking into every layer I have around my waist.
"You're not going to hear any complaints from me, baby," he says as he tugs down the remaining leggings and my underwear. "But I want to get to the good part."
"Yeah?" I ask when his head dips down just as he releases my dress, causing it to flutter around him.
His hot, wet tongue slides right up the middle of me, and like he did in his shower, he wraps his arms around my legs, and it's the only thing keeping me on my feet.
"Jesus," I whisper.
"Mac," he corrects with a quick slap to my ass.
I open my mouth to tell him that I'm not really into spanking, but the heat blooming on my skin makes my core clench and take notice.
"That's good to know," he whispers as if he can read my body just by having his tongue in my most intimate spot.
"You know nothin—oh shit," I whimper when a finger joins that slick, talented tongue of his.
"I don't think I've tasted anything better than this," he says almost reverently.
"That's because I burned your house down before you could taste my food."
I freeze when he does, wondering if I just ruined this moment by opening my mouth without thinking.
He pulls back, sliding his head out from under my dress to look up at me. "Did you really just make a joke about the fire?"
"I'm so—what are you doing?!" I scream when he lifts me up and tosses me on the bed.
"You are a breath of fresh air, Riley Wilson."
I smile at him, but it feels awkward on my face. I shouldn't have mentioned the house fire. He hissed about how expensive it was going to be for repairs. Although he was the one who instigated our little foray the other night, I actively participated in it, and that carries some culpability with it.
"Are you done begging?" I whisper when he stands at the end of my bed, just staring down at me.
I don't know where the confidence comes from.
You're the perfect size, Riley. Exactly my fucking type .
But as he stares, I tug at the buttons at the top of my dress, pulling down the cups of my bra to expose my breasts. He was enthralled with them before, and by the look shining in his eyes, tonight is no different.
"Goddamn, you're so fucking beautiful."
"I think I'd look even better with your cock inside of me."
"No fucking doubt about that," he snaps, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it to the floor before pulling his t-shirt off by the back of the collar and discarding it as well.
He's working on kicking his boots off at the same time that he's unbuckling his belt and working the zipper down.
"You got a little drool on your mouth," he says in a teasing tone, but his mouth falls open when I swipe at my mouth before lowering my hand between my legs.
He seems dumbstruck when I let my legs fall open. I can't recall another time in my life when I've ever let myself be so vulnerable in front of a man, but right now, it just feels right.
His cock is hard, his hand skating up and down the length of it while he kicks his jeans and boxer briefs away.
His tongue repeatedly licks at his lips as if aching to put his mouth where my fingers are exploring, and as much as I'd love that, I think I love his eyes on me just as much.
"Riley," he whispers as he inches forward.
"Condom," I tell him just as he presses one knee into the mattress.
"Shit," he mutters, shaking his head a little as if he can't believe he was going to crawl up here before grabbing one.
I swallow when he tosses the foil packet on the bed, not knowing how I should feel when I chance a glance in that direction and see two at my hip.
He pulled four out the other night even though we only used one, and I can't help but wonder why he keeps so many.
I pull my mind from those thoughts. We're sharing a little time together, but I have no right to feel any sort of way about what the man gets up to in his spare time.
"Want me to put it on you?" I ask, reaching for one of the condoms, but he snags it up from the bed before I can wrap my fingers around it.
"If you touch my cock before I get inside of you, I'll embarrass myself."
I smile with the confession, watching as a trail of precum drips from the tip of his cock .
"Is that right?" I tease as I regretfully pull my fingers from between my slick legs.
"What are you doing?" he asks when I sit up. "Lie back down."
"Are you sure you don't want me ass up?" I ask as I turn to face him and crawl across the massive bed to him.
"Riley," he warns when I reach for him.
"Seems you lied," I whisper when he doesn't erupt when I wrap my hands around his cock.
"I'm reciting statistics in my head," he pants, his cheeks red, jaw flexing.
"Say them out loud," I urge as I drop to one elbow with my hand still wrapped around him and angle the tip of his cock toward my mouth.
"Riley, please," he begs, and the sound of it is music to my ears.
"Please, what?" I ask, swiping at the clear liquid on his tip and feeling a rush of wetness between my legs and the taste exploding on my tongue. "Please, more? Please, stop?"
"Yes," he says, sounding a little pained.
I cover the head with my lips, using suction at the back of my mouth to draw him in.
The sound he makes covers me like a blanket. There's no way he's faking it. There's no way he isn't right here with me at this moment.
A tender hand covers the back of my head, but it's the complete opposite of what I want from him right now. Instead of popping off and speaking the words, I lock my lips and suck him hard.
His fingers tangle in my hair, and I smile up at him when his grip pulls me off his cock completely.
His lip twitches as he stares down at me.
"Something wrong?" I ask, not bothering to wipe at the dampness his withdrawal left on my chin.
"Not a fucking thing," he says. "Open wide."
The second my jaw drops open, he feeds his cock inside, not stopping until he hits the back of my throat.
His chest rumbles with satisfaction when I gag a little, and the sound arrows straight to the center of me. I know I'm making a mess on my bed. Cool air swims all around me, making it very clear just how turned I am by this man.
"Want me to come down your throat?" he whispers as he pulls back before pressing forward again.
I nod, wanting exactly that because I know from experience, he isn't the type of lover to leave me high and well... extremely wet.
I got the very distinct impression that he was just as turned on eating me out in the shower as I was experiencing it. Maybe that's why I let it happen again and why Iopened the door back up tonight. No matter what thoughts I let run around in my head, I never once got the feeling that he hadn't enjoyed himself.
"Too fucking bad," he growls, pulling all the way out.
His fingers release my hair before grabbing my shoulders and throwing me back on the bed.
Just when I think he's going to slam inside of me without warning, he takes a moment to look down at me before slowly and methodically unbuttoning my dress and pulling it over my head. My bra is next, and I only feel a little self-conscious when I'm lying there completely naked.
I lift my hand to cover part of me.
"Don't you fucking dare, Riley."
"Or you'll spank me?" I tease.
"I think you'd enjoy that, but I think I want you just like this."
Hisfingers trail over my nipple briefly before he pinches it, smiling when I moan instead of hissing in pain.
He pulls back, grabbing the condom from the bed and opening it with his teeth.
Since he seems to think he can touch me and do whatever he wants to my body, I allow myself the same freedom, sitting up enough that I can run my hands over the light layer of hair coating his chest. It's so masculine and sexy.
"Like what you see?" he asks, but before I can answer, he urges me to my back and covers me with his body. "I sure as fuck like what I see."
His head is angled down as he urges my leg up on his hip.
"Jee-sus," he groans as he notches the tip of his cock right at my entrance.
"The average American generates four and a half pounds of trash each day."
His eyes snap up to mine. "What?"
"I figured you were about to start whispering statistics. Oh God," I snap when he presses forward.
Instead of teasing me, I get the feeling that he's as incapable of words as I've become when he pulls back and presses forward again.
He lowers his body, arms looping under my back and coming up over the tops of my shoulders to lock me in place. I lift my legs higher up on his hips, opening myself to him as much as my body can handle .
We spend the next several minutes moaning and whispering about how good the other feels, and I feel like I'm on a different planet.
Sex has never been so good. My body starts to tremble as he whispers in my ear, "Gonna make that tight pussy come, aren't I, baby?"
All I can manage is a nod. He presses his lips to mine, swallowing my pleasure when he forces my body off that cliff.
I break the kiss, my back arching as my core clamps down on him.
"Jesus fuck," he snaps, his hip jolting forward one last time, and I can feel it, that pulse of his cock deep inside of me.
When he pulls out and settles beside me, I don't care what kind of stupid shit he's going to say next because whatever it is was worth what he just gave me.
We're quiet for a few minutes before he sits up and pulls the condom off, knotting the end and walking toward the bathroom.
He doesn't close the door all the way as he takes care of business, and I have to smile when I hear the water running in the sink. At least he's not a total freak who doesn't wash his hands.
I feel more than a little self-conscious when he comes back into the room, awkwardness settling inside of me.
But when he reaches down to his belongings, only grabbing his boxers before settling back beside me on the bed, I can't help but smile.
I get up and take care of myself in the bathroom, washing my face and brushing my teeth before going back into the bedroom.
"Nope," he says when I open my dresser drawer to grab something to wear. "I want you naked."
"You're not naked," I argue, but I walk back to the bed and climb under the covers with him.
"I’m not naked because you're sore."
"You're real sure of yourself," I mutter, wondering how he knew I was a little tender between my legs.
"Shh," he says instead of arguing as he pulls me to his chest. "Let's sleep."