Just for Tonight #2
She shifts to get off me, leans her weight forward on her knees and starts to swing her leg back over the couch and in doing so, by approximately half an inch, she shifts directly on my bulge.
A gasp flees her lips. Her eyes land on mine.
My laugh dies.
She freezes. For a second, we stay there, wordless.
In the dark, with the blue light of the credits, all I can see are her eyes. Wide. Locked on mine.
Her hands are still on my chest, and her hips are frozen exactly where they are, which is exactly where I don't have the discipline to pretend they are not.
“Riley...” I groan and try to shift, but that only makes it worse. “Maybe you should move. I can’t exactly turn this off.”
The pressure of her soft body against mine has me rock hard within seconds, and there’s no way she doesn’t feel it. Every inch of me is pressed against her.
Fuck.
I want to apologize for this. For the other day. For all of it.
The apology is already on my tongue when her fingers come up and press gently against my lips.
Her lips are still parted, and I see her tongue sneak out to wet them.
My eyes trail the motion in the dark, and a groan forms in my throat. She’s killing me and she has no idea.
Her hand drops, slowly, and lands flat on the center of my chest, over my heart.
“Easton…”
“Yeah…”
“Can you… m-make me forget? Just for tonight.” Her voice is shaky.
I look at her in my shirt, in my house, on my lap, with her hand on my chest, and I think about every promise I made in the shower a few nights ago to a man in a mirror who was not going to be careless with this woman, and I know I’m on the verge of throwing it all out.
“Is…” She licks her lips again. “Is that okay?”
My hands reach for her waist instinctively, and my fingers dig into her supple flesh. She shudders against me, pressing her more firmly against my hard member.
“Riley… sweetheart, I can’t…”
I exhale, and her face falls. She looks away, her hair covering her face, but I don’t let her regret it for long.
My fingers find her chin and tip it up. “I can’t deny you, baby. But I need to be upfront with you, if this happens, it won’t be the last. I wouldn’t be able to hold back anymore… is that what you want?”
A sinister smile crosses her face.
She leans closer and grinds her hips against me.
“Is this what you’re talking about?” Her lips inch closer to mine, her warm breath fanning my nose. “Do I make you lose control?”
She drags her hips forward, and I feel the wet patch in her core.
“Fuck, baby…”
She tries to move away but it’s too late. My hands grab her hips, holding her firmly in place and my lips find her mouth.
The kiss is searing.
Riley gasps into my mouth, and just like the last time, her hands find my shoulders, gripping tightly.
There’s nothing I want more than to take her, right here, but I’m not going to be that man. She’s asked, so I’ll let her take the lead, while holding back.
Her mouth opens, and she slips her tongue in. A groan follows.
Her hands move from my shoulders to my jaw to the back of my neck, and she pulls me into her. The small sound she made yesterday, happens again, only it isn't small now, it's hungry, a sound that says yes, don’t stop.
Her hands tangle in my hair, and mine slip under her t-shirt to find her warm skin there.
She shudders against me, and moans into my mouth. My hands travel up, brushing against the underside of her breast.
I pull back.
A cry of protest follows, and her fingers tug on my hair.
“Easton, please…”
“Tell me you really want this, baby…”
She frantically nods.
“If this isn't what you want, if at any point you change your mind, you tell me. Out loud. You say stop and we stop. Are we clear?”
Again, she nods.
I cup her cheek with one hand, my thumb tracing her parted lips, swollen from the kiss.
“Use your words, Riley.”
“I will… I’ll say the words.” Her hand is on the back of my neck. Her thumb is at my jaw. “Please. Stop asking me if I'm sure, and kiss me.”
I don’t need any more encouragement.
I kiss her.
Hard.
Hands in her hair, pulling her close and holding her in place, and when my lips move, they trace a wet trail down her neck to her bare shoulder, my teeth grazing the smooth creamy skin.
She throws her head back, exposing her neck. My palm skates over her back, sliding underneath the top. I decide I want to see all of her, trembling under me with need.
She's light in my arms when I shift us, lay her back against the couch cushions and follow her down.
The t-shirt slips over her head, and when it does, her eyes immediately find mine.
She's not looking away.
She's watching my face, searching for my reaction, for whatever might be reflected in my expression.
My eyes trail her entire body, committing every curve to memory. A second later, my mouth is on her, lips latching onto one hard rosy bud of her nipples. I bite down gently, and swirl my tongue around it. Her back bows off the chair.
“Easy, sweetheart…” I pull away, smirking.
Her hand comes up to the back of my head and she pulls me down to her, and the sound she makes when my mouth finds her throat is one I'm going to think about for a long time.
She's undressing me. Hands at my shirt, hands at my sweats, her impatience finally outrunning her caution.
“You wore my shirt,” I murmur into her hair, dropping a kiss on her temple before sliding down her body.
“I… more…” She whines as my teeth find the waistband of her shorts. Yet, I move lower, and lick her where she needs me the most, through the visible wet spot.
“Easton…” she grabs a fistful of my hair, holding my face down.
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
“Y-you…” she gasps, when I lick her again.
“Right here?” I pull up and smirk, staring into her dilated eyes.
“Y-yes. More…”
“You’re desperate for it, huh?”
She nods.
I pull away to tug off my briefs.
My hand palms my heavy cock, the tip leaking with precum, and I see Riley’s gaze. Her lips slightly parted, eyes darker with need. I fist it once, then twice.
Then I turn away from her to find a condom.
I quickly fish one out of the drawer where I keep them, where they have been untouched for months, and I roll it on and she watches me with her lip caught between her teeth, and the trust on her face is going to wreck me later, I know it's going to wreck me.
Her shorts join the rest of the clothes on the floor.
I move back over her. She wraps her legs around my waist. The rest of the room disappears.
I line my cock to her dripping entrance, and move in slowly.
She gasps.
“You okay?”
“Mmhmm…” She nods.
“Sure?”
“Easton…”
I move, filling her in one smooth thrust. A moan falls from her lips, and her legs tighten around my waist. I lean over her, and press my lips to hers as I begin moving, rocking into her, while swallowing her cries of pleasure.
Her tight pussy wraps around my cock, fitting it like a glove. Like it was made for me.
I take it slowly because she's small under me and because I want her to feel every second of this.
Her hands are in my hair. Her mouth is at my throat.
She makes a sound against my neck that drives me on and I soon find a rhythm she likes and I keep it, and somewhere in the middle of it she says my name, the way I have wanted her to say it since I picked her up at a red light, and I almost lose it right there.
My hand snakes between us and I find her clit. My thumb presses against it, and she bucks against me. My free hand wraps around her waist, pulling her close, and my mouth closes around a nipple.
“Oh god… please…” she whimpers, pushing at my shoulders.
I increase my pace and thrust deeper, hitting that sweet spot. And with my thumb on her clit, she convulses around me, her core gripping my cock, ready to milk it.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let it go… all of it…”
“Easton…” She cries out, coming apart in my hands.
Her body goes taut beneath me and then loose, and I follow her a minute later with my face buried in the warm crook of her neck and her name pressed into her skin where I can't stop it from getting out this time.
For a long minute, neither of us moves. The credits on the TV are gone, leaving it with just the dark blue hue, which I'm noticing for the first time since she looked into my eyes and asked me to take her.
Our breath comes out ragged, but we don’t move for another few minutes.
I shift, eventually. I deal with the condom, come back to her and pull the blanket up over both of us, flipping her so she’s lying on my chest. She's already half asleep, her face buried in my neck.
“Stay,” she says, drowsy.
“Yeah.”
I lie there for a long time after she's asleep.
Right there, I know I have crossed a line I'm not going to be able to walk back from. I don't particularly want to walk it back.
Those are two separate problems with the same answer.
Eventually I scoop her up off the couch. She doesn't wake. She makes a small sound and tucks her face back into my neck, as I carry her up the stairs the way she was apparently planning to carry me.
I lay her in my bed because the guest room feels like a lie tonight, and I lie down next to her on top of the covers. I close my eyes but sleep evades me.
The truth stares at me in the dark.
No matter what happens, Preston Sinclair isn’t getting this woman back.
I don’t know how long I stay awake, just watching her and listening to her peaceful slumber but just before dawn, my phone lights up on the nightstand.
I read it without sitting up.
Mason:
Drinks this week? It’s been forever.
I’m asleep before I can send a response, arms locked on Riley, the covers thrown over us, her small body fitting perfectly against mine, like she was made for me.
My very own temptation.