Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
Ezekiel
Riley’s room is suffocatingly small. She barely has enough space to move between the furniture and the whole setting forces us into a proximity that I didn’t expect. But the place is incredibly clean and organized, considering how busy Riley is.
I head to the tiny bed and make myself comfortable, leaning back on the headboard as I watch her lock the bedroom door.
“Just in case,” she murmurs after seeing the confused look on my face. “The last thing I want is one of my roommates returning unexpectedly and walking in on… whatever this is.”
“Are you ashamed of having me here?” I raise an eyebrow, biting back the smile.
Instead of responding, Riley connects her phone to the Bluetooth speaker on her desk and plays a song. This time it’s a different song from the one that she auditioned with at Eden, but equally sensual
“It helps me to have the music playing in the background,” she explains.
“I don’t mind it at all,” I raise my hands and put them behind my head.
Without saying another word, Riley’s body slowly starts moving to the music. She avoids looking me in the eyes at first but my gaze stays locked on her as she takes off her clothes, one piece at a time. I watch the slow fabric glide over her skin, until she’s left only in her underwear.
“What do you want me to do now?” She finally looks up at me and the moment our eyes meet, my dick twitches, hardening instantly against my zipper.
“Take it off,” I point to the bra.
Riley does as I said without protesting, she’s a girl who keeps her word, unhooking the back and letting the straps slide down her shoulders, and then surprises me by throwing the bra at the bed, near to where I’m sitting.
I pick it up without thinking, the delicate strap still holding the warmth of her skin, and bring it to my face to take a deep inhale.
She smells like the most delicious dessert.
I toss the bra aside, my eyes never leaving her chest. “Now, touch them.”
Riley freezes, her chest heaving as a deep flush creeps up her neck. She bites her lower lip, looking everywhere but at me, her arms hovering awkwardly at her sides.
“How?” Her voice is barely a whisper.
“Slowly,” I lean forward slightly. “Start at the top. Then trace the curve down to the nipples. Let me see how you do it when you’re alone.”
She lifts her hands, her fingers pale against her skin and I watch her index fingers press into the soft slope of her breasts, tracing an agonizingly slow path downward. Her breath hitches the moment her fingertips graze the tight, pink peaks.
“Like this?” She asks, her voice trembling with embarrassment, but her eyes finally lock with mine.
“Exactly like that,” I smile. “Now squeeze them for me. Rub your nipples until they’re hard.”
Her cheeks burn a deeper crimson, but she doesn’t stop. She cups herself, her small hands squeezing the soft flesh, as her thumbs sweep back and forth over the sensitive tips.
The sight of her own fingers working against the skin, forcing a gasp from her lips, makes the heat in my pants turn into a punishing throb. Even though she’s embarrassed, she’s doing exactly what I want and I have her completely at my mercy without me even laying a finger on her.
As my eyes drop lower, I notice it. The thin, grey cotton of her panties is damp. She’s wet even though she’s trying to press her thighs together and hide it.
“Look at that,” my lips spread into a grin. “You’re soaking wet for me, Riley.”
“It’s not…” Even though she’s trying to deny it and hide it, her red cheeks are speaking for her even in the dimmed light.
“It’s okay,” I murmur, my hand moving down to my belt. “Take them off.”
“You said no touching,” she shakes her head, her eyes widening.
“And I’m not going to touch you,” I reassure her, holding her gaze to anchor her. “I promised you I won’t lay a single finger on your skin and I’m a man who keeps his word. But those panties are coming off and you’re going to show me how you touch yourself for me.”
A sigh of relief escapes her, but she remains frozen. I can see by the look on her face that she’s torn between going through with it and storming out of this freaking room and telling me to fuck myself.
“Let’s do it together,” I proceed to unbuckle my belt with a slow, deliberate click. “I’ll touch myself too and we’ll watch each other come. Deal?”
Riley’s eyes drop to my waist, tracking the movement of my hands. She swallows hard, her eyes darting back up to mine before she gives a slow, definitive nod. “Deal.”
With her agreement, I don’t waste more time.
I slide my pants down my hips. Riley watches every move, her eyes wide and fixed on my thighs, the lean muscle of my legs, and the way the cotton of the boxers is stretched tight over my erection.
With a smile on my face, I reach for the waistband of the boxers and push them down.
When my dick springs free, fully erect and heavy, Riley lets out a soft, sharp breath.
She doesn’t look away, and to my surprise she doesn’t pretend that she doesn’t like what she’s seeing.
She stares at it with a mix of intrigue and what I would dare to call fascination, her eyes tracing its length.
“Your turn, Riley,” I lean back against the headboard making myself comfortable. “Take them off.”
Her fingers are trembling as she hooks them into the sides of her cotton panties. She slides them down her legs, stepping out of them with ease and throws them to side. If I didn’t know any better, I would almost think that she was looking forward to this.
“Now let me see you touch yourself,” I murmur as I take the base of my dick and start stroking it slowly.
Riley looks down at my hand moving on my dick, her eyes curious, as the friction of my palm against my skin is filling the room despite the sensual song playing in the background.
“Can I sit?” She asks, pointing to the chair and I nod.
When she makes herself comfortable in the chair as if she’s done it a dozen of times before, a groan escapes me and she quickly looks back up at me with a small smile on her face.
She’s enjoying this.
“Don’t look away while you do it,” I command softly and she nods.
She spreads her legs and her hand slides down, her fingers grazing the sensitive skin between her legs.
I watch her fingers starting to move, as she tries to handle the intensity of the sensation with me watching her.
She uses two fingers, sliding them smoothly over her clit in rhythmic, practiced circles.
Her eyes stay locked on mine, defiant and heavy-lidded, even as her breathing hitches and a quiet sigh slips past her lips.
Seeing her take charge of her own pleasure like this, right in front of me, makes my grip tighten. I increase the pace of my own strokes, the friction of my palm growing louder in the small room.
“You’re good at that,” I growl as I watch her hips give a subtle, instinctive tilt into her hand.
“I know what I like,” Riley tries smiling, but a breathless moan escapes her.
“I like a girl who knows what she likes,” I murmur.
She never breaks eye contact as her fingers glisten and she dips lower, spreading her own wetness before coming right back to the center of her heat. Her eyes dart down to my lap, watching my hand pump the length of my shaft.
“You’re moving faster,” she bites her lip.
“Because watching you is like running my head into a wall,” I admit roughly, a low groan catching in my throat as the pressure in my groin builds into a punishing throb.
She lets out a soft, pleased sound at that, her fingers moving quicker, harder, pressing into herself. Her chest heaves, her nipples tight and flush against the cool air of the room. The contrast of her pale hand working against her skin while she stares down at my dick is entirely too much.
“Come for me, Riley,” I command, the edge of my own climax clawing at the back of my throat. “Let me see it.”
Her eyes widen slightly, but she obeys. She arches her back against the chair, her legs spreading a fraction wider as her fingers blur against her skin, chasing the edge.
The heat in the room is suffocating and I realize I can’t stay on the bed anymore.
Driven by the pure, mindless impulse, I get to my feet and step across the small gap between us, looming directly over her chair.
I keep my promise and don’t touch her but I tower my body over hers, trapping her beneath my shadow.
Riley looks up, her eyes filled with a dark mix of shock and pure thrill as she watches me pick up the pace. She doesn’t stop her own fingers, her hips tilting up as she is getting closer to her own release.
“Ezekiel…” She gasps, her voice breaking.
“Come for me, Riley,” The moment I say those words, she moans, her legs shaking from the intense pleasure spreading through her body and she presses her thighs together almost as if she’s scared she’ll disappear.
The intensity of watching her come undone in front of me takes control of me and before she can even register what’s happening, I pull my hand back, and with a heavy, raged groan, I come.
The thick, hot release shoots across the short distance, splashing directly onto her bare breasts, painting the soft skin and her collarbone in white.
Riley freezes, breathing heavily, her gaze still glued to mine.
Slowly as if she’s in a trance, she lowers her eyes to where my cum is sliding across her skin.
She lifts an index finger and swipes it through the hot fluid pooling right above her nipple and stares at her wet fingertip for a fraction of a second, completely captivated.
She slightly tilts her head and then brings it to her lips.
She tastes it, her tongue daring out to lick it clean.
The song ended a long time ago and neither of us even noticed. A heavy, charged silence fills the room and for a moment neither of us move or say anything. The moment she realizes what she just did, Riley’s eyes snap up to mine. She looks mortified.
My heart is hammering against my ribs, every instinct screaming at me to break the promise, grab her by the waist, and finish this properly. But I force myself to stay still.
“You’re amazing, Riley,” I look down at her. I notice there is a box of wet wipes on her desk and I reach out for it, taking one out. “I would help you clean yourself but I promised…”
She takes it without a word and starts cleaning herself.
“This place is incredibly small.” I still can’t process the size of her room and how she can possibly feel comfortable living in such a tiny space. “How are you not claustrophobic?”
“It’s the best thing I can afford right now,” She puts her underwear back on and jumps into her jeans. “That’s why I’m working so hard to graduate…”
“You want to build a life that doesn’t feel claustrophobic,” I nod, continuing to look around the room out of pure curiosity.
“Are you really that surprised that not all people live in suites and palaces?” She’s trying hard to sound serious but I notice she’s holding back a laughter.
“Yes,” I say sarcastically. “I never knew something like this even existed.”
“Well, I’m glad to be the first to introduce you to a different world,” She seems to regret those words the moment they leave her lips and she turns her back to me as she finishes dressing up.
“What’s this?” I notice a tiny sticky note on her desk and reach out to pick it up. Riley tries taking it from me before I read it but I pull it up so she can’t reach it.
“That’s private!” She complains, making the whole teasing even more enjoyable.
“You’re too slow,” I wink at her and proceed to read the note. “It’s from Elena. She says she won’t be here to help you with the flashcards. I guess she likes staying over at her boyfriend’s.”
“You have no idea,” Riley tries once again to take the note from me, and this time I let her. “Damn it…”
“Do you have another exam soon?”
“Yes,” she explains. “And I study best when someone quizzes me.”
“So Elena is the one who helps you study for every exam?”
“Yes,” She nods. “Well, technically, I study by myself first and then she helps me solidify everything with the flashcards. But I’ll just manage somehow, it’s not my first time studying by myself.”
“If you come to the Eden early tomorrow and bring the cards,” I find myself speaking before even realizing what I’m saying. “I can help you.”
“And put myself in a position to owe you once again?” Riley looks up at me with her eyebrow raised.
“Well,” I lean in closer to her, enjoying the way she blushes. “You can’t say that paying out tonight’s debt wasn’t fun.”
“I’ll pass.” She responds, trying to sound cold, but after seeing the pool between her legs, I’m not so easily convinced that she’s not affected by me.
“It’s up to you,” I laugh, running a hand through my hair. “If you decide that you want my help, you know where to find me.”