Chapter 16 #2
Jesus fucking Christ. I’ve obviously heard my fair share of dirty talk.
Hell, I’ve got my own roster of go-to phrases.
But when sweet, smiley Riley talks to me like that, I’m so hard I think I could come without any contact at all.
I make a strangled noise in the back of my throat that’s something between a whine and a grunt, and he plants gentle kisses down my neck to my collarbone, where he worries the skin between his lips and sucks until he leaves a purple mark right near the top of my tattoo sleeve.
He pulls back and examines his handiwork, running his thumb over it and humming with pride before stepping over to the shower bench and bending over to plant both palms in the center.
Wiggling his ass in invitation, he twists to look at me over his shoulder with an alluring smile.
That’s all the encouragement I need. I practically dive into his ass, spreading him open with my thumbs and licking a long stripe over his hole before leaning back and spitting directly onto it to get him good and wet for me.
I can’t tear my eyes away as the little pink pucker contracts tightly and then relaxes again, and I can’t resist the urge to reach out and swirl my thumb over it, tapping gently.
Riley lets out a low groan and pushes his hips back toward me, spurring me on.
Spreading his cheeks apart with both hands, I lean back in to lick and suck at his rim, softening him up until the tip of my tongue can breach him.
I want to taste him inside, and I push my tongue as far into him as it can go.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he shouts, bucking his hips against my face.
I do my best to hold on, kissing his cheeks, his taint, his hole, the backs of his thighs.
He’s groaning and crying out as I feast on him, sucking a mark onto his ass cheek to match the one he left on my collarbone.
I’m so hard I’m leaking. I want to be inside him so badly, but I never want to stop tasting him, and I’m also worried that I might go off the second I get just the tip into him.
Hell, I might come just from eating him out.
He tastes so fucking good, and his hole is so fucking beautiful.
I want to take artsy photos of it and hang them on my bedroom wall.
I want to worship it until he’s crying for me to stop.
I want to live in his ass, alternating between my tongue and my fingers and my dick until I die.
Just the thought has me way too close to the edge already, and I pull back with a gasp and grip the base of my cock hard.
“Fuck, you’re incredible,” I pant, staring down at his wet, open hole. I fucking did that.
Riley twists back to look at me again, concern etched across his pretty face. “No, don’t come yet,” he says urgently. “You didn’t come, right?”
“Not yet,” I reassure him between deep breaths. “Close. But not yet.”
He stands upright and turns to face me, his own cock hard and wanting, the head flushed dark red.
Gently maneuvering me so that we trade places, he sits me down on the bench and pushes my knees apart before taking a seat on my lap, his back flush against my chest. My needy cock rests between his cheeks, and he twists back to press his lips to mine in a slow kiss to help me calm down.
I thought maybe our connection that first time was a fluke.
Maybe just excitement over trying something new, and it’s always great shooting with Nate.
But then the second time with Dante was just as powerful, even though it was entirely different.
I knew that there was something between us that I wasn’t going to be able to ignore…
but now? The chemistry is like a fucking wrecking ball, destroying every wall and self-preservation tactic I’ve had locked in place for years.
I’ve never had sex with feelings like this before, and I’m equal parts terrified and enraptured.
I’m already addicted to the way I can let go of myself entirely when I’m with him.
“Ready for me to ride you?” Riley asks, reaching down to grip my cock and nudge it against his hole.
“Mmhmm,” I whine, closing my eyes and concentrating on calming my body so that I’ll last more than ten seconds once I’m inside him. I take hold of him by the hips and let him go at his own pace, spreading my legs wider to help ease the way.
He slowly circles my tip against his hole, concentrating hard as he pushes back against me until the head pops through his ring of muscle, and he lets out a strangled sound.
I tighten my grip on his hips to slow his progress.
“You okay, baby?” I check. He nods and releases my cock, gradually sinking down onto me until he’s seated fully on my lap with all of me buried inside him.
He relaxes against me with a sigh, dropping his head back and turning to smile at me.
“You feel so good inside me,” he breathes, resting his head against mine and nuzzling at my temple.
I ease my grip on him and slide one hand around to caress his lower stomach, imagining I can feel myself nestled in his toned belly.
Taking his cock in my free hand, I stroke him leisurely a few times to let him adjust and hopefully help him feel as good as I do right now.
He makes a small noise in the back of his throat that seems to be approval and lets me take care of him for a few minutes until he’s ready for more.
Sitting forward, he plants both of his hands on my knees and begins to use his powerful quads to post up and down on me.
I’ve never had anyone ride me in this position, I don’t think, and I might have died and gone to literal heaven.
I can’t be sure. But this angle has me so deep that we couldn’t possibly be any closer if we tried, and yet it isn’t enough.
I’m overwhelmed by the intense intimacy of being joined like this, dropping forward to press kisses along his spine as he continues to work himself up and down my length.
“Stroke my cock, babe,” Riley instructs, and I don’t hesitate to oblige.
“Can I make you come?” I ask, desperate suddenly for him to give me his approval. I’m not sure when he took charge of this situation, but I love it.
“Fuck yes, make me come,” he groans, increasing his pace.
I spit in my palm and stroke him fast and hard until his moans transform into helpless whimpers and his movements become erratic.
His entire body tenses, and he throws his head back on a shout as his climax slams into him.
I can feel the warm trickle of his cum run down the back of my hand, and I want to lick it off so badly, but I focus instead on Riley and helping him slowly come down from such a powerful wave of pleasure.
Finally, his body goes slack, and he collapses back against me, my hard cock still buried inside him as he catches his breath.
We don’t speak for a long moment; I’m just enjoying the sound of the water hitting the tile and the feel of him under my hands as I continue to gently stroke his belly and occasionally drop a kiss on his shoulder.
When Riley stands to rinse off, I allow myself a moment to take in his gorgeous body, staring unashamedly.
He catches me, of course, and purses his lips in a playful little smirk as he lightly smacks his own ass before cutting the water flow.
I laugh at how adorable he is and pull a towel off the hook to hold open for him.
He reaches for it, but I don’t release it.
Instead, I dry him myself, running the fabric all over his torso, down each of his arms and legs, and finally scrubbing at his hair.
He’s laughing again, and it’s the most beautiful sound.
Our eyes lock, and we both freeze. My hands are on either side of his face, and I can’t resist leaning forward to place a featherlight kiss on the tip of his nose.
“You didn’t come yet,” he whispers.
My lips curve up, and I shake my head slightly. Of course that’s what he’s worried about right now. Not whether the camera captured any of this, or if we have any usable footage, and not about the amazing orgasm he just had—he’s worried about me being taken care of.
My heart feels impossibly big. It feels like it might burst out of my chest at any moment. It feels so full of joy that it physically aches. “Don’t worry, sunshine,” I whisper, so softly the camera won’t pick it up, “there’s plenty of time for that.”