Chapter 14 #2
Her words made precome leak from the tip of his cock.
Oz could feel his boxers get damp with his excitement.
She was going to make him come in his pants if he didn’t move this along.
“You can take me,” he said, praying that was the case.
He was a large man…all over. He hadn’t had any complaints before, but Riley was smaller than anyone he’d ever been with.
This was going to be a new experience for them both.
Riley smiled down at him, then reached for the hem of her tank top. She had it off before Oz could even blink. Her large tits were overflowing the cups of her bra, and he tugged at the material, needing to see her.
It took his brain a second to catch up with what he was seeing, but the second it did, he was doing a sit-up, shifting to hold Riley with one hand on her back to keep her right where she was, and the other lifted a luscious tit to his mouth.
Her areolas were large and dark pink, and her nipples were puckered into tight little buds.
He opened his mouth wide, taking as much of her inside as he could. Then he sucked. Hard.
Riley made a small squeaking noise, which morphed into a moan as he feasted on her breast. Before he knew what he’d done, Oz had pressed her onto her back, shifting to hover over her. Now their heads were facing the end of the bed, but he didn’t care. Nothing mattered but Riley.
She didn’t complain about the change in position, but she didn’t lie passively under him either.
Oz felt her hands slide down his body, but instead of reaching for his own shirt, she began to tug at the button of his jeans.
Every time her fingers brushed against his cock, he flinched with pleasure. She was going to be the death of him.
He didn’t want to take his mouth from her nipple, but he needed to be naked.
Needed Riley to be naked. His mouth made a popping sound as he lifted it from her breast, and even that had his dick twitching.
He brushed her hands away from his pants as he came up on his knees.
“Clothes. Off,” he said, sounding like a caveman of old.
But Riley didn’t complain. Didn’t tell him he was moving too fast. She reached for the waistband of her pants and lifted her hips to shove them down.
The sensual way she moved under him, and the feel of her thighs against his own, made pushing his jeans over his erection almost impossible.
But somehow, and with some gymnastic moves that would’ve been highly impressive if he wasn’t so desperate to get naked, Oz managed to kick his pants and boxers off.
He was in the process of removing his shirt when he felt Riley’s fingers circle his cock.
He froze with his shirt just over his head, and literally all he could do was try to remember to breathe.
It was only a few seconds, but that was more than enough for Oz to grow to full length in her hands.
He whipped his shirt the rest of the way off and stared down at her.
He might be on top, but she was in complete control.
Riley was naked except for her bra. The cups were pulled down, pushing her tits up on her chest. Her nipples were still hard, and he saw that her pubic hair was trimmed short.
She grinned shyly up at him as her small hands stroked his dick. “I was right, you are big,” she told him.
Oz wanted to shift upward, fuck her tits, have her lick the head of his cock on every upstroke, but that could come later. He needed to get her ready to take him, and quickly, before he spurted all over her hands and belly.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” she whispered, blushing.
Oz wanted to laugh. “How can you be embarrassed to talk about birth control when you’ve got your hands on my cock and I can smell your arousal coming from that beautiful fucking pussy?”
He forgot to warn her that when he got turned on, he had a filthy mouth.
“I don’t know,” she said softly.
Oz shook his head in amusement. “I’ve got condoms, Ri. I’d never risk you in that way. But I’m clean. I get tested by the Army on a semi-regular basis.”
“Really?” she asked with a tilt of her head.
Oz inhaled as she ran one of her fingernails down the sensitive underside of his dick. “Yeah, really,” he said absently, closing his eyes and doing his best to memorize this moment.
“That’s good. I…um…me too. I mean, I haven’t been with that many men, but I made sure they always wore a condom, and I see my gynecologist every year.”
Oz was done with this conversation—but not before he had a momentary glimpse of Riley in his mind, her belly distended, full with their child.
Oz fell to his back then pulled Riley over him. With a hand on her ass, he pushed her body forward. She laughed—until he took her hips in his hands and encouraged her to straddle his face.
“Um, Porter…I don’t think—”
“Don’t think,” he ordered, looking up her body.
She was so fucking beautiful. He loved this vantage point.
He could smell her arousal stronger now, see the small pooch of her belly, and her nipples were still rock hard.
She looked down at him uncertainly, and the thought occurred to him that it was likely she’d never had a guy do this before. At least not in this position.
Looking at her pussy, Oz licked his lips. Then he lifted his head and nuzzled her with his nose. Riley groaned.
“Quiet, Rile,” he reminded her. “We don’t want to wake Logan.” Then he got to work pleasing his woman.
His tongue parted her folds, and he gave her one long lick. Her flavor exploded in his mouth. She was tangy and musky and he wanted more. He wanted her dripping all over his face.
He dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips and did his best to drive her out of her mind. It took a little bit for her to get comfortable with him eating her out, but once she did, Oz closed his eyes and feasted.
Her hips began to undulate above him, and he had a hard time keeping his tongue on her clit.
But he persevered, loving how she began to fuck his face.
She did her best to keep quiet, but little grunts and groans kept escaping her lips.
She was passionate, and Oz had a feeling she’d be embarrassed when she remembered how she’d reacted to him eating her out later. But he fucking loved it.
It wasn’t long before her thighs began to shake with the effort it took not to collapse on top of him. Oz used his arm strength to hold her right where he wanted her, and he could feel when her orgasm approached.
Her stomach muscles contracted, and she held her breath as her thighs clamped around his head. Oz flicked his tongue faster against her clit. It was swollen and sticking out from its protective hood, and he didn’t show her any mercy. He wanted her to orgasm harder than she ever had in her life.
“Porter!” she exclaimed on a quiet breath, right before her entire body began to shake uncontrollably.
Watching and feeling her go over the edge was sexier than anything he’d ever seen before. And Oz had to have her. Had to experience all that was Riley firsthand.
When she fell to her back beside him, boneless, Oz rolled and reached for a condom in the nightstand drawer.
He shifted to his knees between her legs, pushing them farther apart.
He rolled the rubber down his pulsing cock and crept forward until the tip was brushing Riley’s soaking-wet folds.
Using one hand, he rubbed her sensitive clit with the tip.
Riley moaned and squirmed under him. “Oh, God, Porter. More. I need more.”
He wanted to take off her bra. Wanted to tease her. But his cock wasn’t having it. It wanted inside her. Now.
He notched his cock at the entrance to her pussy, then braced himself above her. “Look at me,” he said in a low, husky tone.
Her eyes immediately came up to his and her hands latched onto his arms. He felt her widen her legs even more, telling him without words that she wanted him to continue.
“You’re mine,” he told her as he slowly began to push inside her body.
“And you’re mine,” she fired back, panting slightly.
“Damn straight,” he agreed, loving the sound of that.
Then neither of them could talk as he began to fill her with his cock. It was a tight squeeze, and it took a few small thrusts before he could sink all the way inside her. But when his pubic hair finally meshed with hers, they both sighed in contentment.
“You fit,” she whispered.
“Like a fucking glove,” Oz whispered back.
“Why aren’t you moving?” she asked.
“Because if I move an inch, I’m going to blow, and the last thing I want is to miss out on the feel of fucking you.”
Riley giggled under him, and the movement made her clench down on his cock.
“Oh, shit,” Oz said as his hips involuntarily pulled back and slammed forward.
Her giggle turned into a moan. “God, Porter, you feel so deep.”
Every word out of her mouth turned him on even more, and Oz couldn’t help but thrust into her again. He looked down as his hips continued to piston in and out, saw her copious juices coating the condom he’d put on.
He resented that bit of latex more than he’d ever resented anything in his life. He wanted to feel her wetness against his skin. Wanted to feel her hot, slick inner walls against his bare cock.
Her hips came up to meet his with his next thrust, making him forget about the damn condom.
He loved that she wasn’t passively lying under him.
Thinking it might make him last longer if he gave her control, he leaned down and whispered “hold on” before rolling them.
The sheets under them were bunched and there was a lump under his back now, but Oz ignored it.
He could only concentrate on Riley as she tried to get her equilibrium back in this new position.
Her hair was tousled around her head and she had pink blotches on her chest, and she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.
“Fuck me,” he ordered.
A smile crossed her face—and Oz suddenly knew he’d made a tactical error.