Chapter 34 Sloane
Sloane
His words are my undoing. Every ounce of control that he spoke of vanishes, and I become everything and nothing. I’m suddenly lost to the darkness. Lost to the complete paradox that is Riven Reilly.
I sit up, grabbing his boxers and roughly pulling them down his thighs.
He allows me full control, knowing that I need to overcome this part of myself.
His very generously sized dick springs free, and even though I should not be this surprised by it by now, my breathing halts.
Whoever made this man tipped over the “penis size” jar and let it spill out almost completely before realizing and hurriedly capping it off.
“Oh, yeah? You think that’s a cute joke, huh?” Miss Halo herself pops out of nowhere. Now is not the time, so I swat her away inside my mind.
I sit there staring at the damn thing for entirely too long before gazing up at him through my lashes.
I find him staring down at me with so much intensity that it makes me feel like the only person on planet Earth.
Damn. I don’t shy away from it this time.
Instead, I give him my best impression of someone who’s clearly up to no good.
He gives me an approving smirk, arching a black eyebrow over his stormy gray iris.
I move my legs from underneath his and kneel, sitting back on my heels.
From this angle, his dick is standing at full attention directly in my line of sight.
I lean forward, letting the warmth of my breath fan over his skin.
I can see goosebumps climbing his muscular thighs, and it pleases me.
I lean forward a little further, darting my tongue out to flick it over the tip and then suck it into my mouth.
I’m almost certain I hear him groan, and it causes me to chuckle around him.
He pushes forward as his hips reflexively thrust. I tsk, pulling back to look up at him.
“Now, now, professor. No need to be so hurried. I like to take my time,” I purr.
His hands are pressed against his sides in fists, his knuckles white from restraint.
I inch forward again and suck the tip into my mouth, pressing him in about halfway.
He groans and his thighs flex. I grab onto them firmly and pull him farther into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat, and then I moan.
His hands leave his sides and find my hair.
He grabs roughly, as tears fill my eyes.
I start to move out, but he uses his hands to halt me in place.
“Sloane,” he says through gritted teeth. He sounds downright desperate, and there’s a darkness laced in his tone that I haven’t heard before. Although it should have me running in the opposite direction, it sends a wave of heat straight to my core.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth now, and you’re going to be a good girl and take it, okay?
” I don’t know why he phrases it like a question when we both know he isn’t asking.
I nod once. He grabs the back of my head and pushes me all the way forward until I gag.
Then, he moves back out slowly and does it again.
Fresh tears sting my eyes and escape down my cheeks.
“Sloane, fuck, yes. You are so good. Let me show you how I like it, darling.” He’s driving in and out as he thrusts himself into my mouth.
I suction my lips closed around him and plant my tongue firmly against the underside of his shaft.
He moans, throwing his head back. I swear that it’s the sexiest sound I think I’ve ever heard in my entire life.
That sound alone must do something to me as I reach up and cup his balls in either of my hands, squeezing.
I meet his thrusts with my forward momentum.
I suck harder and faster, and he releases the reins on his control to hand them back to me.
“Fuck, Sloane, I’m about to … Yes, yes.” I feel his thrust turn choppy and short, and I know he’s close.
I hum around him, holding him to the back of my throat as he finishes.
I swallow and release him, kneeling back on my heels.
He runs his hands through his hair as he sits back.
His lust-filled gaze finds my mirrored one, and he huffs out a deep chuckle.
It’s a beautiful sound, and I want him to do it again.
He leans over and plants a single, soft kiss on my lips.
My eyes close and remain that way when he pulls away.
As I’m about to open them, I feel his lips on mine again, this time with more force.
I open up for him, and his tongue finds mine as they dance around one another.
He pushes forward as I lean back, and we continue moving until he’s on top of me and I’m flat against the mattress.
I feel him hardening once more against me.
I thrust my hips into him, and he bites my bottom lip between his teeth, tugging playfully.
He lets go, looking up at me through dark strands of hair, eyes finding mine. He brings his hand to my navel and starts walking his fingers down, and down, and …
“Riven,” I moan as his fingers find my clit, circling before trailing them down to my center. He presses a single finger inside of me.
“So fucking wet,” he groans, pressing another finger into me. He pulls them out, bringing them back up to circle that sensitive spot again. I arch into his hand, needing more.
“Riven, I … ” I pant.
“What is it, Sloane? What do you want?” he asks, kissing my neck.
“I want you to make me come,” I say, getting straight to the point.
He chuckles. “As you wish, darling.” He trails lazy kisses down my neck and my chest, down my stomach, and all the way to my pussy.
He stops centimeters away from where I need his mouth to be and looks up at me.
He’s devastatingly beautiful, and it takes remarkable effort not to blurt that fact into existence.
Instead, I grab a fistful of his hair in my hand, earning a wicked grin in response.
I push him down until his mouth closes right around my clit.
His tongue darts out and circles in the most delicious way that has my eyes rolling straight to the back of my head.
I grind myself into him shamelessly, tugging his hair in my hands.
He groans against me, and the vibration sends impulses down my spine.
I’m getting closer and closer, and then he stops. He sits up, leaning back on his heels.
I consider throwing an entire fit, but he grabs me from behind my thighs and lifts, flipping me completely over until I’m straddling his face. I gasp.
“Mmm. That’s more like it. Sit on my face, darling.
I want you to fucking smother me.” He places his palms on the top of my thighs and pulls forward until I’m sitting down on his face.
I groan at the feel of his warm, wet mouth on me once again.
I start rocking my hips back and forth as he grabs my ass cheeks and pulls me even closer.
I nearly fall forward, grabbing the headboard in front of me to steady myself.
He sucks and nips, and I grind myself into his face like he asked.
He groans, and the vibration of it against my clit has me nearly seeing those galaxies that I didn’t even know existed.
“Yes, Riven,” I pant. He moves faster, and I meet his pace until I’m crashing face forward into the new solar system that we’ve created together.
Stardust and darkness erupt behind my eyes, and I feel myself shaking from the impact.
He grabs hold of my thighs roughly and holds me down onto him, forcing me to ride out the remainder of my orgasm as he devours me.
Only when I’m practically peeling myself away from him does he release me and allow me to slide off of him.
I let myself fall onto the mattress beside him as we both steady our rapid breathing.
He turns his head to the side to face me.
His dark hair is damp as it falls in a mess over his eyes.
I turn to my side to face him, reaching my hand out to run my fingers through the loose strands.
His lips part on a low inhale, and his eyes find mine.
I run my hand down the side of his face and over his sharp jawline, brushing my thumb softly over his damp skin.
He brings a hand up to place it over mine, hooking his fingers through my own.
He pulls my hand to him, bringing it to his lips, and softly places a single kiss to my palm.
His lips remain there for several seconds.
My heart flutters at the intimacy of the moment, and I’m overwhelmed with emotion.
A very specific emotion, to be exact. There’s no way.
No, no, no … not yet. I am not the girl who falls this fast. I brush the thought away as he drops my hand and pulls me into his chest. I inhale deeply, the scent of something a bit smoky, and something else vaguely familiar overcomes my senses.
Is that sage? It’s so … familiar. His dark chuckle rumbles me from the scent that’s tugging at my memory.
“What?” I ask, mouth pressed against his broad chest. He grabs a handful of my hair and tugs my head back to look up at him. My scalp stings in that way that has me wanting him inside of me right this second.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.” His jaw flexes, and his eyes search mine.
“Enough of what?” I tease, wanting him to say all the things that I suddenly need to hear from his lips.
“Of this,” he whispers, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “Or this,” he continues, kissing down my neck. I arch my neck back to give him room. “And … this,” he whispers against my skin as he moves his hand lower until he’s once again massaging that sensitive spot that was just inside of his mouth.
A low moan escapes my lips. “Riven,” I say, arching into his hand.