Chapter 13 #2
"Just…" he breaks off with a groan when I wrap my lips around the head of his cock.
"Oh, fuck, fuck! Now—now swirl your tongue around me and…and—ohhhhmyfuckinggod—” his eyes cross when I do as he instructed; he bobs his head up and down a few times.
"Like that. Not far, just around the head. And use your hands like you have been."
I obey his instructions faithfully, swirling my tongue and bobbing up and down on him so he slides through my lips and against my tongue. All the while, I pump one hand around the thick base of him and caress his balls the way he likes so much.
He enters a state of paroxysm, then, not breathing, seeming unable to so much as groan, his whole body arched and tensed.
After a moment like that, he sags back to the mattress, gasping a ragged breath.
His hands go to my head, stabbing his fingers into my hair, gathering it into a mass on the top of my head.
I watch him as I perform oral sex on him, and find myself entranced by the faces he makes, the way he contorts his body. And then he starts to groan and grunt and his hips flex and push, and his grip on my hair tightens until my scalp tugs.
Yes—oh yes, he likes this very, very much.
The feel of him in my mouth, now that I am growing accustomed to the strange sensation, is not unpleasant at all.
Not in the least. In fact, I believe I might even come to enjoy this act, were I to have the opportunity to do so again.
I find his silly, mindless, desperate reactions endearing, arousing, and strangely adorable.
He is lost to this world, and to everything save me, and my mouth, and my hands. To the pleasure I am giving him.
It is intoxicating.
Addictive.
He must surely be ready to orgasm soon. This is the event I want to see, to feel, to experience. But he said not to hurry. The longer I make this last for him, the better it will be.
And in truth, I am in no hurry. I can breathe quite well through my nose, obviously.
I slow the rhythm of my hands and go lower with my mouth…
and then fast and shallow, and then fast and deep, playing with depth and rhythm the way I did with my hands.
Now, however, there is the added variable of my tongue, and how I use it. Not to mention my hands.
My goodness, this is rather complex, is it not? A fun kind of challenge, one might say.
I taste a rush of the clear fluid he called precum—pre-ejaculate, my memory informs me. Soon, then. I hope. I want it to happen; I am very eager for his orgasm.
He is grunting now, and his hips are moving, flexing—thrusting him into my mouth. I adjust for his movements, allowing him to provide the movement he seems to need, now that he is near to release.
"Cadence!" he gasps. "I'm…oh fuck, oh fuck! Fuck!”
"What, Riley? You are what? Tell me."
"So close. Fuck, your mouth is so good. Oh fuck, it's good. So fucking good." He tightens his grip on my hair, subtly holding my head in place while he thrusts. I trust him to release me if I so indicated.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna come, Cadence. Oh fuck…
yeah baby, just like that. Don't stop!" I find myself unable to stop from going faster the closer he is to orgasm.
I pump him with both hands now while using my mouth around the head of his thrusting cock, and I taste him leaking, feel him throbbing against my lips, feel the heat of him and taste the salt of his skin, and I let him thrust into my mouth until he is frantic and grunting.
"I—ohhhhh god, oh god—ohfuckohgod." He tugs on my hair twice—why I am not sure. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna come—now, Cadence, I'm—shit!" The last is not a sound of release or pleasure but a sudden realization.
He pulls me away so his cock slides out of my mouth, and he pushes my face to the side.
I still have my hands on him, and while I cannot claim to know why he removed me from his cock when I know without a doubt how good my mouth made him feel, I know he must have his reasons, and I trust them, so I stroke him with both hands as fast as I can.
With a wordless, guttural shout, Riley thrusts once into my fists, arched off the bed, and then…gasps, breathless. His eyes fly open and find mine, and then we both turn our attention to his cock.
A stream of viscous white fluid erupts out of him and splashes in a stripe up his belly.
And again—he grunts and gasps, and ribbon after ribbon of semen shoots out of him, and it seems the more I stroke him through his orgasm, the more crazed he becomes, his whole body jerking helplessly, spasming as he groans and thrusts into my hands.
I see now why he pulled away. Had he not, I would have been surprised by the eruption of his orgasm.
Once again, I know the medical, anatomical explanation of human intercourse.
I have witnessed it both in person in various circumstances—my roommate, for example—and in informational videos.
But nothing can prepare one for the real, live, in-person experience of a man's ejaculation.
After several long seconds of orgasm, the flood of semen ceases, becoming a dribble and then nothing. There is quite a voluminous puddle of the stuff on his belly.
Curiosity convinces me to swipe my index finger over his tip, catching a smear of the fluid on my finger, which I lick away. It tastes like precum, only more intensely flavored.
I meet his eyes, and see bemusement in his expression. "What?" I ask. "Why do you look at me so?"
"How's it taste?" he asks.
I shrug. “New, to me. I have no comparison. It is not unpleasant." He is still erect, and a string of the stuff droops from him to his belly; I take him in my mouth and taste it, feel it—the texture is decidedly unique. A little slimy, kind of thick. Very warm; not hot, but almost.
Riley is in a daze, his gaze heavy-lidded and vacant, and he is sweaty and panting.
I feel quite proud of myself.
"That was fun," I tell him, resting my chin on his thigh. "I liked it."
He struggles to focus. "I almost came in your mouth."
"You did not, however, and I must admit I am glad you did not. It would have been a most unexpected event. I think I would not be opposed to the experience in the future, however, now that I know what to expect.” I frown up at him. "Why did you pull my hair in the moment before your ejaculation?"
"Oh, uhhh…" he hesitates. "That's a signal. A warning that I'm about to come, so you can decide what you're gonna do when I come."
"Most women…ummm…" I grin, blushing. "Most women swallow it?"
"I dunno about most. It’s up to you, what you're okay with."
"What is your opinion? Your preference?"
"Don't get one, babe. Not me doing it." He pulls me up his body and cradles me in his arms. "Going down on me will always be your choice, sweetheart. You want to? Please, fuck yes. You don't want to? Don't do it. All I care about is being with you."
I turn my face to his, nuzzle his cheek, kiss his stubble, whisper with my lips against his ear.
"I liked it. I want to do it again. And when I do, I will swallow it.
It does not taste bad at all. It is strange, in the sense of being a new experience for me, but how much you enjoy it makes it wonderful for me. "
He sighs. "I kinda can't believe you went down on me."
"Why not?"
He rolls one shoulder. "I…well…I don't think most girls would choose to go down on a guy like that their first time so much as even seeing a dick."
"I am not most girls."
"No, you are not," he agrees. "And that's a hell of a good thing."
“Really?" I ask.
"Yes," he huffs, laughing. "And not just because you just gave me the best orgasm of my life."
"Hyperbole is unnecessary,” I tell him.
"It's not. It's the truth."
I meet his gaze—I do believe he is telling the truth. I should not doubt him, at this point, but part of me does.
Riley's phone rings, jarring us out of the moment, and he groans. "Fuck off, whoever you are."
"Riley," I scold. "You should answer."
"Fuck, fine." He stretches one long arm out, grabs his cell phone, and answers it, putting it on speaker and resting it on my back between my shoulder blades. This makes me laugh, for some reason. "Yeah? What's up, Fee?"
"You got Cadence near you?" I hear Felix's voice from the phone.
"Yeah," Riley answers. "Both here. You're on speaker."
"Is that so?" I detect amusement in his tone.
"Fee, with respect? Fuck off. What's up?"
"So, I'm calling with news regarding the fundraiser Noelle was putting together."
“Was?" I cut in, my voice faint and wobbly. "Did something happen?"
"Sort of, but not like you're thinking—I’m calling with good news, not bad.
I just got off the phone with Noelle. The word got out, and Three Rivers has proven yet again why we're the best small town in the state.
Local businesses and business owners—such as yours truly—have already cleared your goal by quite a margin. "
The breath leaves my lungs in a whoosh, leaving me blinking and flapping my mouth like a fish. "I, um—what? You…you are being truthful? This is not a joke?"
"I wouldn't joke about this."
"But…there was no event."
"Nope."
"And they just…donated? Just like that?"
"Yep."
I clear my throat. "And when you say my goal has been cleared…you mean to say your town has raised more than the eighty thousand dollars I need?"
"Looks like…" I hear paper flipping. "A hundred and nine thousand, four hundred and twenty-three dollars."
"But…but…how? Why? I am not from Three Rivers. I only know Riley, you, your lovely wife, Bear, Noelle, and the Cartwright sisters. And except for Riley, I only met all of you once. How…why…" I feel tears pooling. "I do not know what to say."
"Noelle knows the right people. So does Mrs. Aldis. There was…ohhh, lemme see…about ten grand from private, small-dollar donations. The rest of it came from businesses here in town and the general area. I'll give you the full list later. Just thought you'd like to know."
I cannot breathe. I am so overcome by shocked gratitude that I cannot breathe, cannot function.
I hear voices, register nothing. Eventually, I feel Riley's warmth behind me, and his arms wrap around me, and his chin rests on my shoulder.
Faster than any other tactic, strategy, or calming technique I have ever used, Riley's mere presence calms me.
My lungs open. My mind slows.
"I cannot believe it,” I whisper.
"Told you, sweetheart. This place comes together when there's a need."
"Truly." My mind is whirling. "I need to prepare. With the funding secured, I can book my flight and leave early."
He tenses. "That's good."
I turn my face to his. "Riley—"
"Hey, no. Don't think about me."
"You may as well tell a fish not to swim, Riley. What are you feeling?"
"Glad you're gonna get to do this thing that's so important to you."
"And?" I prompt. "I know there is more."
"Sad you gotta leave. And I know…" he clears his throat. "I know there's no real reason for you to come back here."
"But there is." I turn in his embrace, spreading my leg over his thighs. "Not just because I will have to come back to give an account for how their money was used." I cup his cheek. "For you."
"Cadence—"
"Cadie." I feather my hands through his hair. "Call me Cadie."
"Cadie," he echoes. "I like it." A pause. "I…I'd like nothing more than for you to come back just for me. To see me. To be with me. But you've got a bright fuckin' future. A mind like yours? Talent like yours?"
I cover his mouth. "Hush, Riley. Do you not see?"
"See what?"
"How much I have come to care for you. It has happened faster than belief would merit, but I cannot deny the facts. I would not have shared my body with you, otherwise. I know for you, sex is not—"
He cuts over me. "Whoa, no. Do not do that.
Don't assume that. I've had quite a few sexual partners, yes.
I've never been in love. I've never dated anyone very long.
But…sex has never been meaningless to me.
" He looks hard at me. "And this, with you?
Means more than I can put into words. Yes, partly because I know how big a deal this is for you.
But for me, it's meaningful. It's deep. It's…
more real than…I don't even fuckin' know what to say. I just know I care about you too, and…"
I touch my forehead to his. "I am coming back, Riley Crowe. I am coming back to you. This I swear."
"And I'll be waiting." His voice is low, rough.
"I know I have no right to ask you to wait, but—"
"Six days, six weeks, or six years, Cadie, I'll wait." His eyes drill into mine, and I do not doubt him. "There won't be anyone else. How can there be anyone else but you, when there isn’t anyone else but you?”
I sniffle, laugh. "For me as well, Riley."
He kisses me. "C'mon. Better get cleaned up and make a plan.”