19. The Pre-Game Show
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Tessa
Idon’t know what came over me. Feeling Riggs’ lips on my skin broke something inside me. And that single, small crack spiderwebbed across every wall I’d erected, and the whole thing shattered into a million pieces.
Riggs never betrayed me.
He made a mistake, which he then fixed by calling off the bet.
I was tricked, and I let those lies govern every decision I’ve made up until now. Not just with Riggs, but with every member of the male species I’ve come into contact with. They can’t be trusted. Not fully.
I ended up sleeping with a guy in college just to get rid of my V-card, not because I had feelings for him. And every sexual encounter I’ve had since has been purely physical. A moment in time with no desire for anything more. And most of them were just meh. Unmemorable.
None of them made my heart pound the way it is right now. No other guy has robbed me of my breath, making my body melt the way it did when Riggs said, “I want you.”
He’s still waiting for an answer, staring at me with those intense, dark eyes, but not pressuring me in any way as I consider my options. I could leave right now. I could thank him for telling me the truth, shake his hand, and agree to be a cordial neighbor from here on out.
Yes, I could––and probably should––do all those things, but Riggs’ hands are still on me and the burn is addictive. My core is throbbing, begging me to say yes. To let this happen.
And, fuck, if Riggs can pull this response from me with a single kiss, what will happen if I let him have all of me?
It’s too tempting to pass up. And if this is a one-off thing, then so be it. I know for a fact that if I pass it up, I’ll regret it. I’ll spend the rest of my life wondering what it might’ve been like to be with him.
I just hope this decision doesn’t end up destroying me in the end.
Using the grip I still have on his hair, I pull his mouth back to mine, whispering, “I want you, Riggs,” against his lips.
His mouth attacks mine with a low growl, a clash of lips and tongues and teeth as his hands snake down to grip my ass. He stands and lifts me with him like I weigh nothing, and my legs cinch tightly around his waist. He spins around and moves forward until my back hits a wall. Pinning me there, he kisses me until every thought or miniscule doubt flies out of my head.
Then, we’re on the move again. I end up flat on my back in his bed, his hard body stretched over me as he continues to ravage my mouth. I can feel the ridge of his hard cock pressing against me, and I lift my hips to grind against it.
Riggs reaches behind him to unlock my ankles before jerking his hips back, ending the contact. A groan of protest vibrates in my chest, and he breaks off our kiss to meet my eyes.
“Not yet,” he says. “First, I want to show you all the things I’ve ached to do to you.”
A thrill of excitement shoots through me, and all I can do is give him a shallow nod. A bright smile curves his lips before he presses them to mine in a quick, closed-mouth kiss. Then his weight disappears just before I feel his fingers slide against my skin beneath my shirt.
The material bunches up as his hands move higher until his palms cover my breasts. I can feel their heat through the lace of my bra, and my nipples stiffen as I watch a myriad of expressions cross his face.
Wonder.
Satisfaction.
Pure, unadulterated pleasure.
I lift my shoulders from the mattress, and Riggs yanks the shirt over my head and tosses it aside. My bra has a clasp in the front, and he finds it, snapping it apart easily before slowly spreading the cups apart to reveal my bare breasts inch by agonizing inch.
His chest heaves as he does it, the fire in his eyes burning out of control. Like he can’t wait to see what’s underneath, but at the same time, he wants to drag out the reveal. To relish the anticipation.
I never felt so wanted in my entire fucking life. My inner walls shudder and clench, but I manage to stifle the urge to twist and writhe, holding perfectly still until Riggs drops the edges of my bra and takes a bare breast in each of his hands.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, kneading my flesh before rolling my hard nipples between his thumbs and fingers.
Dipping his head, he flicks his tongue against one, making me gasp. Then he sucks it between his lips, drawing as much flesh as he can manage in with it as his tongue continues to assault the nipple. My back bows as my fingers dig into his hair, drawing him closer as I silently urge him to suck harder.
He releases my breast with a pop, then moves to the other one, worshipping it for a while before moving back to the first. Back and forth he moves, and it feels like hours have passed when I finally break my silence.
“Please, Riggs,” I beg, my hips bucking upward.
Giving each of my nipples one last lick, he lifts his head to smile at me. “So delicious. I wonder what the rest of you tastes like.”
“Wh-what?” I gasp, my hips automatically lifting as he slides his fingers beneath the waist of my leggings and starts to peel them down.
He pauses, hearing the panic in my response. His eyes search mine for a moment, his head cocking slightly.
“Has no one ever gone down on you, Tessa?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
I shake my head in a quick, jerky motion. While I’ve had sex, it’s always been more of the wham-bam-thank you, ma’am variety. One night stands to scratch an itch. A quick tumble with some kissing, a little fondling, then a main event that’s over within minutes.
I did give a guy a blow job once just to see what it was like. I wasn’t a fan.
But no one has ever shown an interest in going there with me, and I’ve never asked. I guess I’ve never found the idea all that appealing, even though Skye and Roxy swear it feels better than anything I could imagine.
Riggs jerks my leggings the rest of the way off, then does the same with my underwear. Pushing my knees apart, he stares down at my pussy, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He looks like a starving man who has just been presented with an all-you-can-eat buffet.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, feeling my core clench.
Riggs’ gaze flicks back up to mine when he hears my words, and a wicked smile stretches across his face. “Find something to hold onto.”
Before I can ask him what he means, he drops his head and licks my slit in one long stroke with the flat of his tongue. My hands fist into the blanket beneath me, and my eyes roll back as my spine bows upward.
His palms slide up my thighs, pushing them wider as his fingertips part my flesh. His tongue traces the same path it did before, only this time, it stops to twirl a circle around my clit. My hips buck involuntarily, and Riggs uses his grip on my thighs to push me back down. His tongue weaves an intricate pattern over that sensitive nub, and my body flashes hot as chills course beneath my skin.
I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I thought I knew what an orgasm felt like. Hell, I’ve given myself plenty of them. But this is a whole different level, and I’m not sure I’ll survive it.
At least I’ll go out smiling.
“How does that feel, Tessa?” Riggs asks, flicking his tongue against my clit again.
“Good,” I pant out between heavy breaths.
“Just good? I guess I’m going to have to try harder.”
His hands slide back down, hooking beneath my knees. Bending lower, he pulls my legs over each of his shoulders before lifting my bottom half off the mattress. Gripping my hips, he drives his tongue deep inside me, fucking me until I’m moaning on every exhale.
Dropping my ass back to the bed, he pulls my legs free and spreads them once more. Refocusing his tongue’s efforts on my clit, he pushes two fingers deep inside me. Pumping them slowly, he curls the tips and discovers a spot deep inside me no one has ever found before.
“Oh, shit,” I shout. “Fuck.”
I feel Riggs’ growl as he sucks my clit between his lips and taps that divine spot inside me once more. My orgasm explodes through me, my entire body going rigid as I nearly buck out of his grip. He holds on though, lashing my clit with his tongue and driving his fingers into me, drawing my release out longer than it’s ever lasted before.
When I finally float back to earth, Riggs is leaving a trail of light kisses up my torso and between my breasts. Then he lifts his head and meets my eyes.
“That was…” I breathe.
“Good?” he asks with a smirk.
“Better than good,” I reply with a smirk of my own.
“That was just the pre-game show. Ready for the main event?” he asks, dropping his hips to rub his hard cock over the sensitive flesh between my thighs.
“Oh, God,” I breathe as fresh fire ignites in my veins.
“Is that a yes?” he asks, repeating the motion.
“Yes. Please, Riggs. I’m ready.”