Chapter 16
LUKE
“This place is amazing,” Riley mutters in awe, craning his neck to look up at the massive glass front of the cabin as I concentrate on punching in the four-digit entry code from the text message the homeowner sent. For some reason, my fingers are trembling, and it takes two tries to get it right.
The door swings open, and I let out a low whistle as we step inside.
The place is much smaller than it looked in the photos, but I like how cozy it feels.
The king-size bed in the open loft is visible from the main floor, a spiral staircase to my right leading up to the single bedroom and bathroom.
“Shall we?” I ask, pointing to the staircase.
“After you,” Riley says with an exaggerated flick of his wrist and a slight bend at the waist. I roll my eyes with a smile and head up the stairs.
Dropping our bags in the corner, I turn and lean over the railing to scope out the light from the front windows.
The overcast sky is giving us the perfect soft gray light that should look amazing on my camera.
A happy little hum sounds from behind me, and I turn back to see Riley has kicked his shoes and socks off already and is curling his toes in the plush rug at the foot of the bed.
He hasn’t stopped smiling since we walked in, and I never want him to.
“It’s so soft,” he sighs. “Man, we really should have booked the night. We just got here and I already don’t want to leave.”
I’m kicking myself now for not booking the whole night.
“Let’s check out the shower,” I suggest, heading toward the bathroom. Riley bounces along like an excited puppy behind me.
Sliding open the barn door, we take in a small but luxurious bathroom.
The walk-in shower is an open design with a rainfall showerhead in the center of a space that’s definitely big enough for two, and a bench on one end.
It should be easy to set up one tripod in here and the other in the bedroom, and use one of our phones for handheld footage once we migrate to the bed.
“I can’t wait to get naked with you in here,” Riley breathes, never taking his eyes off the shower as he adjusts himself in his joggers.
I don’t think I’ve ever gotten set up so quickly in my life, and yet it seems to take way too long for me to attach the camera and Riley’s phone to the tripods and check the angles.
I’m making the final adjustments to the one in the bedroom when I hear the shower switch on, and I’m back in the bathroom in the blink of an eye, just as Riley is pulling his shirt over his head.
He turns a sultry gaze on me and says, “Time to hit record?”
“Ready when you are.” I’m surprised I’m able to keep my voice steady with the way anticipation has me about ready to vibrate out of my skin.
I press record and immediately reach for the hem of my shirt.
As soon as the fabric is over my head, Riley’s lips are devouring mine in a steady, sensual rhythm that keeps time with the pounding of my heart.
He’s already fully naked and helps me push my own pants down without ever breaking our kiss.
The feel of his hard length pressed against mine as he pulls me to him has me dizzy with desire already.
Reaching up, I take his face gently in both hands to anchor myself, because if I don’t, I fear I might float away.
Fuck, I love kissing him. Kissing has always felt like a job to me.
A necessary precursor to the stuff that people are actually paying to see.
But with Riley, I feel like I could spend all day in bed with him, fully clothed or not, just making out with him like we’re teenagers.
Something about his lips on mine feels like home in a way nothing else ever has before.
Riley hums softly and pulls back to look me in the eyes.
There’s a gentleness in his gaze that suddenly makes me feel so small and vulnerable…
but in a way that makes me feel secure, not exposed.
I lean forward to place a light kiss to the tip of his nose, which he wrinkles with a laugh before catching my mouth with his again.
“Should we see if the water’s warm yet?” he whispers against my lips.
I forgot the shower was even on, honestly.
Riley takes me by the hand and leads me across the bathroom, waving his free hand under the steady stream of water and sighing in approval at the temperature before stepping under the showerhead.
I’m mesmerized as I watch his light brown hair turn almost black as the water soaks in and trickles down his neck.
Rolling his shoulders, he closes his eyes and groans in bliss, reaching between his legs to stroke himself firmly once, then twice.
He looks like he’s carved out of marble, skin glossy as the water glides over his firm shoulders, abs, and thighs.
I’m frozen in place, just staring, until one green eye pops open and the corner of his lip tilts up in an inviting smirk.
“Come on in, the water’s fine,” he teases.
I nearly trip over the pants still tangled around my ankles in an effort to get to him, and we both laugh as he reaches out to catch me, pulling me into his arms for another long, slow kiss.
Goosebumps break out across my skin as warm water rains down over us.
His tongue teases at my lips, and I open for him eagerly, reveling in the slick heat of his tongue against mine.
I tighten my arms around him as he starts to pull away, and he chuckles softly into my mouth.
“I’m just getting the shampoo,” Riley promises me, voice languid and reassuring. “I want to wash you.”
Swallowing hard, I nod and release him. The two steps to the shelf lined with products feel too far away.
After opening a couple of bottles to sniff, he finds one he’s satisfied with and pours a generous amount into one hand before rubbing them together and turning to run both hands through my wet hair.
A fresh, earthy scent that’s undoubtedly called “rainwater” or “ocean breeze” wafts into the steam, and Riley laughs as he soaps me up, pressing his palms together in my hair to give me a shampoo mohawk.
I let out a little growl and playfully nip at his lower lip.
Determination lights up his eyes, and he slowly drops to his knees between my legs, wrapping one hand around my cock and stroking lightly, just enough to tease.
I groan at the flick of his tongue against my tip and rest one hand on the back of his head, encouraging him to keep going.
He obliges happily, wrapping his lips around my head and tightening his grip just slightly.
As he begins to gently suckle at my tip, my eyes roll back, and the whine I let out is completely undignified.
I would be embarrassed if I weren’t so high on the euphoria of having his perfect mouth wrapped around my cock.
“Oh my god, baby,” I pant, “your mouth is fucking incredible.”
Riley smiles around my dick and lets out a satisfied hum as he takes me deeper, continuing to work the remaining length in his fist with one hand and reaching up to gently pull at my balls with the other.
My fingers tighten in his hair, and it takes everything in me not to push him deeper.
I had his mouth on me with Dante, but this somehow feels like…
more. His tongue swirls around the ridge of my head and then dips into my slit, wiggling as if he’s trying to fit his tongue inside of my dick, and the sensation is so foreign, so unexpected, that I worry I might come on the spot.
As if he can sense this, he pulls off of me abruptly and squeezes my balls lightly.
I’m panting and delirious from being pushed to the edge like that so quickly.
I’ve prided myself on my stamina in the past, but all of that goes out the window as soon as I’m inside him, and then I’m basically a two-pump chump.
This time it’s just his mouth, and I’m already worried I’ll embarrass myself.
He kisses down my shaft and pulls one of my balls between those incredible lips, licking and sucking before giving the same treatment to the other.
I pull him off of me and lean down to press my lips to his again.
How can someone’s mouth be so fucking perfect?
“Let me wash you, too,” I say quietly when we part.
One of Riley’s eyebrows raises in surprise, but he doesn’t protest, instead leaning back to grab a bottle of soap.
I watch as he squeezes a dollop into my hand, and I can feel him watching me intently, but I can’t look up at him just yet.
I take a few deep breaths, allowing the knot of sudden emotion in my chest to loosen just a little.
Once I’m sure I have my feelings in check, I reach up to soap each of his firm pecs, pausing to roll my thumbs over his nipples before running my hands up and over his shoulders, down his arms, and along his broad back before cupping and squeezing his perfectly round ass in my palms. “You have the most amazing body, baby,” I whisper reverently, massaging his cheeks and dipping one finger between them to brush over his hole a few times.
He sighs in satisfaction and drops his head onto my shoulder, gently rutting his hard cock into the crease where my hip and thigh meet.
I continue to lather the soap across his skin until the water has washed it all away. “You gonna open me up?” Riley breathes against my neck. “Stretch out this tight hole so you can fit inside me?”