21. Riley
Riley
My heart’s racing, a frantic beat that echoes in my ears. Seattle. Another place where I’ll have to become someone new and leave everything behind.
Mason stands there for a long moment, his broad shoulders tense under his flannel shirt. Then he turns to me, those intense eyes dark with something raw and fierce. His mouth crashes down on mine in a kiss that steals the air from my lungs.
The kiss is deep and desperate from the very first second.
His lips are warm and firm. I melt into him instantly, my hands sliding up his chest to grip his shirt as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming me with a hunger that makes my knees weak.
A low groan rumbles in his throat, vibrating against my lips, and I answer with a soft whimper, pressing closer until there’s no space left between our bodies.
His hands roam my back, one sliding up to cradle the back of my head while the other grips my waist, pulling me tighter against him.
I can feel how hard he is already, the thick ridge of his cock pressing insistently against my stomach through our clothes.
The sensation sends fresh heat pooling low in my belly, making me ache for him all over again.
Mason walks me backward without breaking the kiss, his mouth never leaving mine. My back hits the edge of the bed and he lowers me down gently onto the heavy quilts, following me down so his body covers mine. The mattress dips under our weight, the fabric soft and warm beneath me.
He settles between my thighs, his hips pressing against me in a way that makes me gasp into his mouth. The hard length of him rubs right where I need him most, sending sparks of pleasure through my core even through our clothes.
“Riley,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough and full of need. “Tell me if you want me to stop. I will. I swear it.”
I shake my head quickly, my fingers threading into his hair. “Don’t stop. Please, Mason. I need you. I need this.”
He kisses me again, slower this time, deeper, like he’s trying to memorize the taste of me.
His hands slide under my shirt, rough palms gliding over my bare skin, leaving trails of heat everywhere he touches.
He peels the fabric up and off me, tossing it aside.
Cool air hits my breasts for a moment before his mouth follows, hot and wet as he closes his lips around one nipple.
I arch into him with a moan, the sensation shooting straight between my legs.
His tongue swirls around the tight peak, sucking gently, then harder, while his hand kneads the other breast with perfect pressure.
“So beautiful,” he whispers against my skin, his stubble scraping deliciously over the sensitive flesh. “These pretty tits fit so perfectly in my hands. So responsive for me.”
I whimper, my back bowing off the bed as he lavishes attention on my breasts, licking and sucking until I’m writhing beneath him.
The quilt beneath me is soft and slightly cool, a contrast to the heat of his body pressing me down.
His cock is rock hard against my thigh, throbbing with every beat of his heart.
Mason kisses lower, his mouth trailing fire down my stomach. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my sweatpants and looks up at me, eyes dark with hunger. “I need you so badly, little one.”
He slides the pants and my panties down my legs in one smooth motion, leaving me completely bare. The cool air hits my soaked pussy and I shiver.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, spreading my thighs wider with his big hands. “So wet and pretty. This sweet little pussy is dripping for me. Been thinking about tasting you again all day.”
He leans in and runs his tongue slowly up my slit, groaning at my taste.
The wet heat of his mouth makes me cry out, my hips jerking against his face.
He holds me down gently with one arm across my waist and licks deeper, tongue pushing inside me while his nose brushes my clit.
The sensations are overwhelming, hot and slick and perfect.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue while two thick fingers slide into me, curling just right.
“Daddy,” I moan, the word slipping out naturally as pleasure builds fast and intense. “Oh god, that feels so good.”
He growls against me, the vibration making me whimper louder. “That’s right. Call me Daddy while I eat this perfect pussy. So tight and sweet. You taste like heaven, baby. Could stay here for hours.”
His fingers pump steadily, stroking that spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyes.
His tongue works my clit relentlessly, sucking and licking until I’m shaking.
The wet sounds of his mouth fill the cabin, mixing with my breathy moans and the crackle of the fire.
I come hard with a cry, my thighs clamping around his head as waves of pleasure crash through me.
He keeps licking and stroking me through it, drawing out every last tremor until I’m limp and gasping beneath him.
Mason crawls back up my body, kissing me deeply so I can taste myself on his tongue. He’s still fully dressed, but I can feel how hard he is, how much he needs me. I reach down and palm him through his jeans, feeling the thick length twitch under my hand.
“Please,” I whisper against his lips. “I want you inside me again. I need to feel you.”
He groans and pulls back just enough to strip off his clothes.
His body is magnificent in the firelight, all hard muscle and rigorous strength.
His cock juts out, thick and heavy, the head flushed dark and glistening.
He settles between my thighs again, rubbing the head of his cock through my wetness.
“I’ll be gentle,” he promises, voice strained. “But fuck, Riley, I need you so bad.”
He pushes in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching me open.
The feeling is intense, a perfect burn that turns into pure pleasure as he bottoms out.
We both moan at the same time, the sound mingling in the warm air.
He stays still for a moment, forehead pressed to mine, letting me adjust to his size.
“You feel so good,” he whispers, kissing me softly. “So tight and hot around me. Like you were made for my cock.”
He starts to move, slow deep strokes that make me gasp with every thrust. The quilt is soft beneath my back, the fire warm on our skin.
His body covers mine completely, protective and possessive.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, my hands sliding over the muscles of his back as they flex with every movement.
“I wish I could stay with you forever,” I whisper against his neck, my voice breaking slightly. “I want to memorize everything about you. The way you feel inside me. The way you look at me. The way you make me feel safe.”
Mason groans, thrusting a little harder, his hand sliding between us to rub my clit. “I wish that too, baby. More than you know. But right now you’re mine. All mine.”
The pleasure builds again, slow and deep this time.
His strokes are steady and perfect, hitting that spot inside me with every thrust. His fingers on my clit are gentle but firm.
I come with a soft cry, clenching around him as waves of pleasure wash through me.
He follows soon after, burying himself deep and groaning my name as he fills me.
We stay locked together afterward, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat.
I hold him close, trying to memorize the feel of him, the weight of him, the way he fits so perfectly with me.
I know this can’t last forever. But for tonight, in this cabin, he’s mine.
And I’m going to hold onto every single second.