Chapter 36
~Hudson~
I have a girlfriend. A sweet, funny, beautiful, talented girlfriend.
That’s the last thought I remember thinking before I fall asleep that night with Riley cuddled up against me, tucked into the crook of my arm, both of us still naked, and it’s the first thing I think when I wake up the next morning.
Well, technically, the first thing I think is: why is my cock getting hard?
As soon as I realize it’s because there’s a tongue sliding up and down it, the second thought flashes through my head: I have a fucking girlfriend.
“Good morning,” I croak out, my voice heavy with sleep despite the sun slipping through the space where I didn’t fully close the curtains last night. If the sun is up in December, it’s already pretty late, but I didn’t stir once all night.
“Morning,” Riley purrs from lower down the bed. As soon as the word is out of her mouth, she goes right back to what she was doing, gliding her tongue along my rapidly-stiffening shaft.
Fuck, that feels incredible.
“Do you want to get some breakfast?” I bite out. I don’t want her to stop, but I’m also very aware that we need to be on the bus at 11 am for the ride back to Edmonton and if we don’t eat before then, we’re out of luck until we arrive. I don’t want her to be hungry.
“What do you think I’m doing?”
She grins up at me with a playful smile that shoots straight to my groin, and my dick jumps in appreciation.
When I let out a low groan, she giggles again.
“It’s okay, it’s only 9 o'clock. We have time. I don’t think this is going to take very long.”
She’s right about that. Just the sight of her bent over me, her hair swept over one shoulder to keep it out of the way and her body fully on display sends another rush of blood to my cock. It’s swelling so fast it feels like it’ll burst.
Which, I suppose, it will soon enough.
My hand reaches for her, but she swats it away. “You’ve done all the work so far. Let me take care of you. Lie back and relax.”
What man could say no to that?
Taking her words to heart, I slip my hands beneath my head and close my eyes to lose myself in the feel of her warm, wet tongue.
It slides down my shaft, firm and sure, and heads back up, flicking back and forth along the way, until she reaches my head.
Swirling her tongue around the ridge a few times, she slips it into the opening at my tip, lapping up the pre-cum already there, before taking me into her mouth.
“Fucking perfect,” I groan happily as her mouth envelops me.
With impressive suction, she pulls back before taking me in a little deeper.
Again, and again, deeper each time until the head of my cock presses against the back of her throat, at which point, a hand wraps around the part of me not inside her, making sure I’m covered base to tip.
When her other hand goes to my balls, I suck in a breath.
“This really won’t take long,” I strangle out. No matter how much I’d like to prolong it, she feels too good.
“Mmmm,” she hums, still with my cock deep in her mouth, and the vibration sends another shot of pleasure through me.
That’s when she really gets to work.
The hand on my shaft strokes and twists around my base while her head bobs up and down on the upper part of me.
Every time she pulls back, she sucks hard, her mouth tight and warm around me.
Her other hand pulls lightly on my balls before drifting down further, pressing on the sensitive spot between my balls and my ass, and even further, until she’s gently probing at my asshole itself.
“Fuck, Riley,” I grunt as the sensations overwhelm me.
I’m swiftly losing the battle against my orgasm but it’s not a fair fight when I want her so damn badly.
As soon as I stop trying to hold back, it swamps me, a tingling that starts at the base of my spine before shooting through my body in a bright burst of pleasure.
My cock pumps hard into the mouth that still surrounds me and Riley doesn’t miss a beat.
Her pace slackens but her hands and mouth continue to move, milking every last ounce of pleasure out of me as she swallows around my dick.
That. Was. Fucking. Amazing.
That new thought fills my head, and it’s the only thing I can make sense of until the world re-forms around me.
“I thought you could use a little pick-me-up after yesterday’s skate,” she says with a smile as she slides back up my body, slotting herself in beside me where she fits so naturally.
“Did I skate yesterday?” I mumble. “I don’t remember.”
Her laugh is my new favourite sound. “I have to get back to my room and get ready for the day. Meet you for breakfast in half an hour?”
“You got it.”
She starts to move away but I reach out to grab her arm and pull her back down for a proper good morning kiss. My saltiness is still on her tongue, and I love tasting it on her, almost as much as I like tasting her on my lips after going down on her. I intend to do that again very, very soon.
When we finally break apart, I sit up in bed while she pulls on her clothes from last night.
The smile never leaves her face, and I don’t need a mirror to know that I look just the same.
It seems impossible to me that anyone will see the two of us together and not immediately figure out what’s going on.
“See you soon,” she says, giving me an adorable wave before slipping out the door, and I haul myself out of bed with a contented sigh. Maybe I didn’t get a medal, but I’m heading home after this weekend with something far better.
A quick shower later, I throw on a sweater and jeans and head down to the restaurant in the hotel lobby. Riley, Hannah and Lewis are all in the line for the breakfast buffet, so I head over to join them.
“No cutting,” Hannah admonishes me. “Back of the line.”
“Seriously?”
I look to Lewis for help, but he merely shrugs. “We’ll save a spot for you at the table.”
With an exaggerated sigh, I head about ten people further back in the line.
By the time I get to the table, Hannah is almost bubbling over with the urge to share her news with me. “Riley hooked up with someone last night, but she won’t tell us who!”
“Oh?” I glance over at Riley, whose cheeks have tinted a dark pink, before flicking my gaze back to Hannah. “What makes you think so?”
“She was out all night.”
“At a friend’s house,” Riley reminds her. “I told you that.”
“And she’s glowing,” Hannah continues, as if Riley hasn’t spoken. “That is the face of a girl who got laid last night, no question.”
Lewis groans next to her. “Why is this any of our business?”
“Because she’s moving on from her ex, and I’m proud of her. It’s inspirational.”
“You’re right,” Lewis deadpans. “We should make a poster about it and hang it up at the club.”
Hannah glares at him. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m not the one finding inspiration in my friend getting laid.”
“Only because you hook up with someone new at every event we go to,” she shoots back.
“I think you’re jealous,” Lewis teases.
“Of Riley, maybe. You? Never.”
Riley’s eyes find mine across the table and we both break out into laughter, finally bringing their back-and-forth to a halt.
“What’s so funny?” Hannah asks, looking genuinely confused.
“If the sexual tension between you two was any stronger, I’d have to use this knife to cut through it.” I snatch my butter knife from the table, slicing through an invisible string in the air between Hannah and Lewis before dunking it in the tiny jar of jam on the table.
“You’re just as ridiculous as he is,” Hannah declares, lumping me in with Lewis. “Let’s talk about something else.”
That was my plan all along, and Riley shoots me an appreciative smile before changing the subject. “When are you going Christmas shopping, Hannah? I need to get to the mall sometime this week.”
They happily make plans, and for the rest of breakfast and the whole bus ride home, Riley and I manage to stick to our ‘friends’ roles, leaving no one the wiser about what happened between us last night. It’s not the way I’d choose to handle it, but if Riley’s happy, I’ll follow her lead.
As she sits next to Hannah in the row behind me on the bus, I dare to send her a text.
Miss the taste of you already.
When I glance back over my shoulder a couple of minutes later, her cheeks are red again. A few seconds later, my phone pings.
You want to come to my place tonight?
Fuck, yes. I thought she’d never ask.