88. Gabriel
EIGHTY-EIGHT
I can”t stop thinkingof Riley”s words.
It”s four in the morning, and I haven”t gotten a minute of sleep. I”ve been lying here in this hotel bed, trying to drift off, but my mind is jammed with details, questions, worries.
The conversation I”d had with Riley before we went to bed had shaken me to my core — and it pissed me off. I”ve taken a risk with her. Told her things I”d never told anyone, shared my deepest thoughts. Cared for her in ways I”d never done with another woman.
Gave her my heart.
And now she isn’t sure about us?
The sound of the sheets rustling jolts me out of my thoughts. Riley”s getting up to use the bathroom. I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling in the dark. The sound of something hitting wood echoes through the room.
”Ow, shit,” Riley whispers. ”My toe.”
She goes into the bathroom and shuts the door. A line of light is visible where the door and the floor meet.
I try to breathe deeply, to fall asleep. But I”m angry and horny and would give anything to be back in my own bed. Exasperated, I turn the pillow over. It still sucks.
Eventually the light flickers off, the door opens, and Riley pads back out. She crawls into bed and snuggles into my side. As if on instinct, I slide my arm around her. Unlike before, she”s naked now.
Goddammit. The last thing I want is a hard-on. But here it is, because my dick has a mind of its own, and it doesn”t give a shit if I”m in deep emotional turmoil.
Riley”s hand is on my chest, her palm an aching reminder that she might jerk me off. For a few beats I lay there, still. I”m silent until I can”t take it anymore, the throbbing in my dick overshadowing all other emotion. I cover her hand with mine and slide it down my body, over my stomach and to my cock. She knows what to do now.
Her hand wraps around my cock and starts to pump. I shut my eyes and try to enjoy the sensation. It”s not enough. I need something warmer and wetter. I”m not opposed to the occasional hand job, but tonight, it”s not doing it for me.
”Suck,” I hiss. ”Suck my cock, Riley.”
She rakes in a breath and moves on top of me. ”I wish I could convince you that we can have sex.”
”The doctor said to wait,” I grind out.
In the sliver of the city light pouring through the windows, I watch as she sits up and cups her own breasts. She”s playing with herself, one hand on a nipple and the other between her legs.
”Fuck,” I whisper. ”Come on. Suck me.”
She slides her hand out of her pussy and extends her fingers to my lips. I suck, desperately, needing to taste her nectar. This only makes me harder and hornier. My fingers dig into the flesh on her hips.
”Please?” she whispers, positioning her wet cunt over my dick. ”Can I? Please?”
The fact that she”s begging for it turns me on even more.
”Do what I asked you,” I command.
She slides down my body and takes me into her mouth. I gasp as she begins to work her tongue around me, exploring every inch of my cock. She knows exactly what drives me wild, exactly how to make me come undone. I work my hands into her hair and fist her locks, guiding her up and down in the exact rhythm I need.
”That dirty little mouth of yours deserves to be fucked.”
She must like that, because she moans in response.
”Are you touching yourself?” I ask.
”Mmm-hmm,” she hums against my dick.
Riley”s mouth is like a drug, one I can”t get enough of. She laps and teases me, her tongue darting and swirling around my shaft in a way that”s uniquely hers. A way that has me panting for more. I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, but I don”t want it to end yet.
She seems to know this instinctively because she eases off. Now she”s licking and kissing and teasing and I”m going out of my mind.
I press the heels of my hands into my eyes and whisper the word ”fuck” a few times.
She continues to work her tongue around me, lapping up all of my pre-cum. She takes me deeper and deeper into her mouth until I can feel the back of her throat. I”m not sure how much more I can take before I come undone.
I feel my orgasm coming on, and Riley knows it too. She moves faster and harder, using her hands to massage my balls as she sucks. The combination of pleasure and pain is overwhelming, and soon enough, I”m coming in her mouth.
Exploding everywhere.
It”s too much for her and she gags. My hands work into her hair, sweeping up her blonde locks. Part of me feels so much love for her in this moment, as I always do. I”m filled with awe and adoration.
Tonight, I”m also filled with a touch of anger. Why the hell can”t she make a decision about me? I”ve given her everything. Loved her more than I”ve ever loved anyone else.
”Clean me up,” I command, sounding uncharacteristically rough.
”W-what?” she says, trying to lift her head to look at me.
”Lick me clean. Now.”
I gently guide her head back to my dick, and I”ll be damned if she doesn”t lick every bit of my tip, shaft and balls. Normally I”d ask her if she had an orgasm, but tonight, I don”t.
”Good girl,” I say, stroking her face. ”Go wash up.”
Somehow I thought she”d protest, and her submission is frustrating — because it makes me want her more. I”m still trying to catch my breath from the orgasm and throw my arm over my eyes. What I need now is the sweet release of sleep.
She returns to the bed and I feel her slide in next to me. I reach for her hand and she takes it. We lie there on our backs, in the dark, for what feels like an eternity.
Riley finally speaks up: ”What are we going to do?”
”We”re going to sleep.”
”No, I mean about us. About our conversation earlier.”
My throat tightens as I think about our complicated relationship. A terrible thought dawns on me: maybe she doesn”t trust me as much as I thought she did. All I can do is say three devastating words softly in the dark.
”I don”t know.”