Chapter 31 Riley
THIRTY-ONE
RILEY
August Thompson did not ask but demanded that I get up and lick his fingers. The fingers that were inside me. The fingers that were inside me, making me squeeze my eyes shut so hard that I could see stars and lose my breath.
I get up on my knees and go to him. My breasts press against his solid chest, and he holds up his index and middle finger toward my lips, and we lock eyes.
"Clean them." His voice sounds like gravel.
He puts his fingers in my mouth, and I do as I'm told. I suck on them, my cheeks hollow, and my eyes pinned on him. I give him a taste of what I could give him if I were to go on my knees.
"Good fucking girl," he breathes.
I take them out of my mouth slowly and lick my lips. "I think it's my turn now."
With one hand, I unclasp his jeans and push down the zipper. I graze over his cotton briefs, feeling every inch of him. An ache builds between my thighs. He hisses through his teeth at my touch, my eyes flutter when I look at him.
"Is this okay?" I whisper.
“Better than okay.”
He lets out a shuddering breath, his cock twitching in my hand. I move lower, past his cock, and cup his balls. August lets out a deep groan, and I’m on top of the world from that noise alone.
He throws his head back while I play with him in my hand, then I press just behind them, rubbing that sensitive spot. He almost lets his legs buckle.
"Holy fuck," he bites out.
He grips the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss, devouring me bit by bit. He shoves his tongue in my mouth, and I suck on it. My hand resumes gripping him above his briefs.
August pulls his lips away and rests his forehead against mine. My other hand trails down his stomach while I drop to my knees for him. We lock eyes, and I look up at him through my lashes.
His hand runs through my hair as he narrows his gaze on me. "The devil himself would cry if he were able to admire how beautiful you are when you're on your knees for me."
Those words break me. I tug at his briefs, pulling them down, and his long, thick cock springs up. My mouth waters, and my pussy throbs. He grabs it, tugging it forward, and pre-cum drips from the head.
"You like watching me touch myself?"
All I do is look at him and nod. The corner of his lip tilts up and continues to stroke his cock in front of me. I bite down on my lip and place my hands on his hips.
"Lick it, Riley. Be a good girl and give yourself a taste."
I wet my lips before getting a taste. Tasting him. He breaths in deeply, his muscles flexing, his grip tightens around his cock.
"Now, are you going to let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours?"
His other hand rests on the back of my head. He continues to grip his cock as I open my mouth and slowly let him in. I suck on his tip while he still holds it like it's a fucking lollipop. My tongue circles around it.
"Fuck, Riley," he groans. "Let's see how much of me you can take baby."
His hand holds my head, lightly pushing me forward. I hollow my cheeks. Every inch of him coats my mouth. I feel every inch, every throbbing vein. My teeth graze him, light enough for him to beg for more.
"That's it, baby. You're almost there."
He pushes himself into me, hitting the back of my throat, and I moan on him. My eyes water while he pushes my head farther until my lips touch his pelvis. I gag and squeeze my eyes shut, taking a breath before continuing.
I suck on him when he pulls back slowly, earning me a compliment about how well I'm doing. This makes me want him more. I shove him back into my mouth, his hand still holding me, his hips starting to move with my movements.
Our movements become in sync. Every time he hits the back of my throat, I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing myself not to gag.
"Fuck," he whispers under his breath.
His hand grips my hair and tugs on it. I let out a moan of pleasure.
"You like that, baby?" His hand tightens.
I nod and move my hands to the back of his thighs, letting my mouth do all the work. My nails dig into the back of his legs.
He pants. "Shit, I'm gonna come."
I pull his cock out of my mouth, sucking it slowly, his hand still gripping my short hair. He grins down at me.
"I guess that's fair." He holds the tip of my chin with his fingers. "Now get up."
I do as he says, and his eyes drop to my purple lace bra. My nipples are hard, and I know the ring is peeking through the fabric without having to look.
He tilts his head and says, "When did you get your nipple pierced?"
God, his voice makes them even harder. It's deep, sensual, and desirable.
I reach to the back of my bra and unclip it, the band snapping to the sides. "The day I turned twenty-one. I thought just having one is hotter.”
That’s a lie. The first one hurt so bad that I couldn’t go through with the other.
His finger roams up my arm and loops under the strap that sits on my shoulder. The rough touch sends goose bumps when he slides the strap down, and it falls. He does it with the other in the same motion until the straps are hanging down my arms.
"Don’t make me beg, Riley," he says, his voice husky. The tip of his tongue juts out like he's waiting to get a taste.
I let my bra fall onto the floor, and for the very first time, I stand bare naked in front of August Thompson. Both of us are quiet, taking each other in and the beauty each of us has in our own little ways.
August takes a deep inhale, his chest rising, breath falling from pursed lips. His hand hovers above my breast, and his index finger brushes my pink nipple. He slowly circles the tiny, silver bar that runs through it.
He pinches it, and I whimper. The pleasurable sensation runs through my body from head to toe. After that, he bends down, and while he holds my breast, his lips meet my nipple.
The tip of his tongue rubs against my piercing, and my head tips back. I shut my eyes and focus on every movement his tongue makes on my peaked nipple. It becomes harder, and he scrapes his teeth before lightly tugging on it.
I moan, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
"And I thought you couldn't be any more perfect. I stand corrected." He keeps his gaze on me before looking over my shoulder. "Lie down."
I sit down on the bed, not wanting to waste another moment, grabbing his arm and pulling him closer, wanting his body on mine. I want to feel his warmth, every muscle.
"I've waited years to have you like this," August says gruffly, holding my face in his hand.
“Really?”
“You have no idea.”
I close my eyes and breathe in his scent. Clean and fresh like eucalyptus. His hard, thick cock rubs against my clit when he grinds his hips into me. I roll mine against him, wanting more friction, wanting to feel him inside me.
"Tell me what you want," he says.
Breathing in heavy, my mouth parting from the way he feels on me. "I—"
He moves his hand from my face, down to my neck, holding on gently. "What do you want, Riley?"
I arch my back, my eyes closed, my body aching for him. "You." I exhale. "I want you."
His soft lips move to my ear, the hairs on my arms rise when his light breathing brushes past my ear, and his teeth nip at my lobe. I'm still gripped in his hand.
He pulls himself up, his hand sliding off my neck and down onto my breast. He pinches the pierced one, again, only this time a little bit harder.
“Oh, fuck. Do that again.”
"Say please." The rough skin of his thumb makes circles around it.
I peer up at him and if this were any other circumstance, I’d laugh at him. But he has all the power right now.
“Please.”
August pinches my nipple again.
"Harder.”
He does as I say. My eyes close and my hips buck. The tip of his cock slides up and down my clit, and I keep my eyes closed, taking in the feel of him.
"You want a taste, baby? You want my cock inside you? Throbbing as you take every fucking inch of me?" he says gruffly.
I can't get any words out.
"Are you on birth control?" he whispers.
"Yes." I glance down at his erection and ask, “What about you? Have you…”
Why does it feel silly to ask him if he’s been tested? I fully trust him; I’ve just learned it’s been a very long time for him. We need to circle back around to that later.
“I’ve been tested. Don’t worry.”
I nod and smile with relief. “Me too.”
A second later, his tip slips into me. I gasp; he stretches me so perfectly. I bite the bottom of my lip, thrusting my hips into him again.
My eyes open and look at him. "Fuck me, August."
He groans. "Needy little thing, aren't you?"
He lets go of his length to grab my thighs, lifting them up and bending my knees while he’s on his. His tip teases me again, and he slowly pushes into me.
"Oh god." I throw my hands above my head and grip the pillow that's inches away from my head.
"Mmm." He pushes deeper. "Just a little bit more."
“There’s more?” I'm cut off when he pushes the rest of his cock into me. Burying himself inside me. I suck a quick breath, not expecting to be this—filled. He pushes in as far as he can go before he bends my knee, pressing it into my chest, and I grip at my sheets when he buries himself into me.
My breathing becomes ragged and uneven. August doesn't move. His cock sits in me while I adjust myself around him. I hear him heave out a breath, and when I look at him, his eyes are closed, and he shakes his head.
"You are so fucking tight." He pulls himself out and then thrusts back in.
His hips slam into me, and my breasts bounce with every thrust. He grabs my hips, and I keep my legs up and bent. Every thrust makes me lose my breath. I’ve never been fucked like this before. Thoroughly and slowly, like he has all the time in the world to be here.
"Holy shit," I cry out.
"You like me buried inside you like this? You like how fucking deep I am inside you. I can feel you tightening around me, Riley."
We keep our eyes on each other when he starts to pump into me. In and out. I feel every inch of him go deeper and deeper. I tighten around him, and I think I might pass out from the pleasure.
The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard tapping against the wall, and the sounds he pulls from my mouth intensifies this moment.
He stops, pulling himself out just as I was about to melt into the bed.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Get on your knees and turn toward your mirror on the wall." He points to the right of the bed.
I look at the full-length mirror leaning against the wall and then back to him.
"Don't think I didn't notice that. I want you to watch me fuck you."
I turn toward the mirror and get on my knees with my ass in the air. My naked body is on display for both of us as he approaches from behind. He gives my shoulder a kiss and then looks at us through the reflection.
"Look how fucking incredible you are," he says.
My breathing becomes shaky and weak when I feel the tip of him teasing my entrance.
"Bend over a little bit for me," he purrs into my ear as he pushes me farther into the bed.
I do as he says, and through the mirror, I watch him grab onto his cock and guide himself back into me. We moan at the same time. One hand grips my hair in his fist, the other holds my hip. My ass bounces on his cock.
"Look at us,” he rasps. “Look at how I fuck you in your tight little pussy."
His tousled, caramel-colored hair is beautiful. Our skin carries a dewy glow. I let my head push into the bed some more, giving me leverage to push my hips, almost turning into me fucking him.
“Harder,” I demand. “Fuck me harder. Please, August.”
The motion of his hips is slow and steady as he thrusts harder into me. I ask him to go faster, and he listens. He bends toward me and releases my hair, moving his hand onto my clit as he starts to rub my sensitive bud in circles. I pinch my pierced nipple for more pleasure.
"August, I’m close, keep going.”
"Keep your eyes on us, baby."
I listen and open them as we stare at each other through the mirror. His body glistens with sweat, my hair sticks to the side of my face, and I watch his expression turn into desire for me. One side of his jaw clenches.
"I want both of us to watch us come undone together. Okay, baby? Can you do that for me?"
I nod and keep my eyes on him, and it feels like he's staring into my soul.
My thighs squeeze together and give out at the same time as I reach closer to my climax. I force myself to keep my eyes open. August's lips pressed into my neck, his breathing becomes ragged, and his groans are deep.
"Fuck. Fuck. I'm—" My mouth opens, and I let out a cry of pleasure as my orgasm ripples through my body. I try to catch my breath, but I can't. I feel the slickness of our sweat against each other.
"Shit, Riley." He pants, continuing to fuck me. "Do you want me to come inside you?"
My mind is hazy, I have absolutely no thoughts, and all I say is, "Yes."
His pumps become messy and rough while I still come on his cock. He doesn't stop rubbing my clit, the sensitivity stealing my breath away. He pinches it, and I yell out every curse word under the sun as I bury my face into my mattress. Harder and harder he jerks into me.
A second wave runs through my body, and my eyes start to water, almost crying from the pleasure that doesn’t leave me.
No man has ever made me come twice, but no other man has ever made me grip the sheets off the bed either.
The intensity ripples through me and all that stress I’ve carried on my shoulders for years melt away.
"Fuck," he cries out and lightly bites into my neck.
August’s warmth pours into me as he keeps coming undone. He continues to fuck me, rubbing my clit, like he can't get enough of this and doesn't want it to end.
My hips push onto him more; I don’t want to let him go. I want him inside me for as long as I can have him. I want to sleep with him inside and wake up to his hard cock and fuck him all over again. When we slow down, controlling our movements, all I hear is our breathing.
We both come down from our high, our energy drained, and our breathing sharp and quick. He slides his fingers away from my clit, making me jolt from the sensitivity. Both his hands wrap around my stomach, and I hold onto him still.
My hair sticks to my forehead. My knees start to give out. He kisses the top of my head, and then we both fall into bed, wrapped in each other's arms.