Chapter 14 #3
He thought he’d be able to last longer if she was on top, if she controlled the speed of their lovemaking, but he was wrong. Seeing her naked body above him, and the excitement in her eyes as she shifted her hips, was going to be his undoing.
Once more, he did a small sit-up and reached for the clasp of her bra behind her back. He quickly undid it and pulled the straps down her arms. Now her tits hung free, and as she began to undulate over him, they swayed and bounced on her chest.
Oz had no idea what it was about women’s tits that turned men on so much.
Maybe it was because they were so different from their own.
He didn’t know. All he knew was that the sight of Riley’s bouncing up and down in time with her shallow thrusts on his cock made him feel like he was fourteen again and sneaking a glimpse at a Playboy magazine.
His gaze wandered down her body to where they were joined.
He had a hard time believing this was actually happening.
That he was inside Riley. Finally. His fists clenched at his sides as he lay under her, letting her take what she wanted, needed, from him.
One of her hands was on his chest, bracing herself as she took him.
When the other went between them and began to flick her clit, he was done giving her control.
“Hold on,” he ordered as his hands went to her hips. It was all the warning he gave her.
Riley was lost in pleasure. She felt almost drunk and could feel another orgasm hovering somewhere deep within her.
Porter was huge, and he filled her up so full, she was having a hard time processing just how amazing he felt.
Every time she took him inside her body, she could feel his cock brush against her cervix.
It didn’t exactly hurt, but it made her very aware of him, of how big he was.
She loved that he gave her control. Loved that she could look down at his broad chest while she took him. She even loved the sounds their bodies made as they came together. But she needed more.
She brought a hand down between them and began to flick her clit.
It was still swollen and sensitive from when he’d eaten her out earlier.
Riley knew she’d relive that experience in her head over and over until she died.
At first she’d been embarrassed, but he’d made her feel so good, she forgot all about the fact she was probably smothering him and had fucked his face until she’d exploded.
Her fingers brushed against his cock as he entered and exited her body, and that turned her on all the more. Riley didn’t even recognize herself. She’d never been this sexual before. Hadn’t needed to be filled with a cock like she felt she needed Porter’s now.
She hovered on the verge of another orgasm when she felt his fingers dig into her hips.
“Hold on,” he said.
Riley wasn’t sure what she was supposed to hold on to, but she dug her fingernails harder into his chest and widened her legs a fraction of an inch. The strain on her inner thighs was immense, but she didn’t care at the moment.
Then Porter began to fuck her. She might have been on top, but she was definitely not in charge.
Not anymore. He held her still as his hips slammed upward, shoving his huge cock inside her over and over.
Their skin slapped together as he fucked her, and all Riley could do was try to remember to breathe.
“Keep touching yourself,” Porter ordered. “I want to feel you come on my cock. I want to feel it dripping down my balls.”
God. His dirty talk was sexy as hell. And with Porter’s dick inside her, making her feel things she’d never felt before? She loved it even more.
Her inner muscles squeezed hard when he pulled out of her, trying to keep him from leaving, then relaxed when he slammed inside her once again. In. Out. In. Out.
“Fuck, you’re killing my control,” Porter groaned.
If this was him out of control, she was more than okay with it.
Riley felt the telltale signs of another orgasm rising within her. She gasped and took the hand she’d been touching herself with and braced it on his chest.
But Porter wasn’t happy with that, and he took over where she left off. His calloused fingertips roughly stroked her clit with a harder touch than she’d ever used before. It was enough to immediately send her soaring. She clamped down on his dick and closed her eyes.
“Yes! Fuck, that’s it. Damn, that feels so amazing,” Porter whispered.
Then he groaned quietly himself and pushed inside her even deeper than before. He held her hips tight to his and moaned long and low as he finally came.
They stayed locked together for what seemed like forever before her arms gave out and she fell on top of him. Porter immediately wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly to his chest.
After what seemed like minutes, but was probably only seconds, he asked, “You good?”
“If I was any gooder I’d be dead,” Riley quipped.
“Gooder?” Porter asked with a chuckle.
“You gonna break out the grammar manual at a time like this?” she mumbled into his chest.
“Nope. Not me.” She felt him kiss the top of her head before he said, “That was amazing.”
“Ummmm.” Riley was done. It had been a long day, and she was exhausted.
And the two orgasms Porter had given her had pushed her over the edge.
He moved her once more—she freaking loved how easy it was for him to manipulate her body—and while she wanted to protest when he pulled out of her, she didn’t have the energy.
“I’ll be right back. I need to take care of this condom and check on Logan.”
“Mmm-kay,” she muttered.
“Fuck, you’re cute,” Porter said before he rolled away from her. He straightened the sheet and covers and kissed her once more before he headed for the bathroom. The last thing Riley remembered was seeing his taut ass before he disappeared from her sight.
The last thing Oz wanted to do was leave Riley, but he wanted to make sure they hadn’t woken Logan, and he did need to get rid of the condom.
As he took it off his cock, he glared at it with resentment.
Never in his life had he actually disliked wearing a condom.
He’d always just gloved up because it was the right and smart and safe thing to do.
But with Riley? He wanted to see his come leaking out of her. Wanted to know he’d filled her up to overflowing. It was Neanderthal as hell, but he couldn’t deny it was how he felt.
She was his. He’d said it, she hadn’t protested, and in fact had reciprocated, telling him he was hers right back.
His life had been insane lately, but being with Riley felt so right.
Having Logan with him, and Riley at his side, and now in his bed…
it all felt as if it was meant to be. He just needed to figure out what Logan’s big secret was, deal with it, then they could get down to the business of getting on with their lives.
Oz cleaned himself with a washcloth, then headed back into his room to grab a pair of boxers before checking on his nephew.
His eyes immediately went to his bed, and he saw that Riley was dead asleep.
She was fucking adorable and looked so small in his huge bed.
He couldn’t wait to get back to her and take her in his arms. He’d slept amazingly well the night before with her there, and he had no doubt he’d do the same tonight.
Exhaustion tugged at him, but Oz pushed it back.
He strode down the hall and peeked into Logan’s room.
The boy was fast asleep. He was starfished in the middle of the bed and he’d kicked off most of the covers.
Satisfied that Logan was truly dead to the world, he eased his door shut almost all the way once more.
Then, as he usually did when he woke up in the middle of the night, Oz checked the front door to make sure it was locked, then did the same with the windows.
It wasn’t that he felt unsafe in his apartment, he’d just seen enough shit to want to be sure he was safely locked away from whatever crazy was lurking in the darkness outside.
Satisfied that all was right with the world, Oz headed back to his bedroom.
He debated waking Riley to get her to put on his T-shirt she’d worn to bed the night before, but decided to be selfish this once.
He wanted to feel her bare skin against his.
He had a feeling he’d never get enough of her being naked.
If he could have his way, she’d be naked all the time.
But obviously that wouldn’t work with Logan living there, so he had to take his pleasure where he could get it.
As much as he wanted to take off his own boxers, Oz knew it was smarter to keep them on.
Even though Riley had taken him with enthusiasm, she’d probably be sore in the morning.
He hadn’t missed that it had been difficult for her to take him all the way, even after orgasming before he’d entered her.
The last thing she needed was his cock pressing up against her impatiently all night.
Mentally telling his dick to calm the fuck down, Oz climbed into his bed. His sheets smelled like sex and Riley’s musk. He fucking loved it. The second the mattress dipped, Riley turned into him. Her face landed on his chest and she sighed deeply, as if content.
His heart swelled in his chest. If this was what Trigger, Lefty, and Brain felt with their women, it was no wonder they were so anxious to get home from missions.
Oz’s life had been altered significantly when Logan had been dropped off on his doorstep, but that was almost nothing compared to the pivotal shift he felt at this moment.
If Riley left him, he’d probably never recover.
He knew that without a shadow of a doubt.
He made a mental vow to do whatever it took to keep her satisfied.
Not just in bed, though that was a part of it.
But with life in general. It wasn’t easy to be married to a military man, and being special forces just ramped up the difficulty level tenfold.
Add a kid to the mix and it was almost a recipe for disaster.
They’d need a bigger place for sure. One where she could have a home office.
He’d build her a professional home studio so she could continue to do her job without distractions.
He’d do what he could to cultivate her relationships with Gillian, Kinley, and Aspen.
He knew from listening to his teammates that their women having friends to talk to—especially during missions—was important.
He needed to find a school where Logan could be happy as well. Riley didn’t need to be rushing down to the school to defend his nephew when he’d done nothing wrong in the first place.
They all needed some stability, and Oz swore to do whatever was necessary to achieve that for them.
His eyes got heavy, and Oz did his best to turn his mind off. His life had made a complete one-eighty in the last month, and he wasn’t the least bit resentful about it. How could he be when it had brought him Logan and Riley?
Oz fell asleep with one hand on Riley’s ass and the feel of her hot breaths puffing against his chest. He’d never been so content, and he already couldn’t imagine a life without her in it.
He was a lucky bastard. He knew it. And now that he’d found Riley, he wouldn’t let anyone or anything take her from him.
Not his job. Not her ex. Nothing.
She was his. She’d agreed and had claimed him right back.
It felt fucking amazing.