“Sorry, Rye. I just—” Riley shimmies out of his jeans and my mouth drops. “You’ve had that on this whole time?” My voice breaks like a teenager in puberty.
Riley lifts his legs, and I pull his jeans off the rest of the way, pitching them somewhere behind me before kneeling between his legs on the bed. My hands run up his thighs and stop at the band of the intricate black lace jock he’s wearing.
“You approve?”
“Damn right, I do.” My palm brushes over his lace-covered cock, and he closes his eyes with a soft sigh.
“I didn’t think you’d go all caveman on me. I thought you’d want to go s-slow.” His voice hitches as I press a kiss to his navel and run my nose along the edge of the lace. Lace on a man has always been something I kept inside. I can’t really say why. Maybe because I never felt comfortable enough to ask for it. Then Riley just shows up wearing it like a second skin and probably has a drawer full.
Karma came through.
“I did. Still do, but it feels like you’ve edged me for hours and I fucking need you, Riley. Like the air I breathe, I need to be make love to you or I might die.”
“That’s a little dramatic.” He reaches for me and pulls me to his lips. “But I feel like that too,” he whispers. “You make me feel like the biggest treasure on the planet, and I just want to give you everything I have.”
I don’t know how long we stay like that, but I’m stuck on his comment about feeling like a treasure because that’s exactly what he is to me. A treasure with an unlimited value that I’m damn lucky to have.
I’m swinging between the desire to rip these lacy things off and claim him right this second to making slow passionate love to him the way I’ve fantasized about since I met him. Both options are good, and it’s like trying to decide between the chocolate-coated donut and the chocolate-coated donut with sprinkles.
“Jackson?” Riley rolls us over and straddles my hips. “I can feel you overthinking. Will this help?”
Riley slides down and removes my boxers. He tosses them over his shoulder with a sexy smirk before bending over to remove his lace and display his gorgeous ass. Okay, new option, chocolate-coated donut with sprinkles and a cherry. Riley taking over is kind of hot. He crawls back over me and reaches into his nightstand.
“I’m putting a condom on you. Any objections?”
“No,” I squeak as he rips the foil.
Oh god. He’s not using his hands. Riley rolls the condom down my dick with his mouth, and I might spontaneously combust.
“Now you’re ready. You can handle the lube. I like to use a lot. Do what you want to me, Jackson.”
My breath shakes as I kiss him once before flipping him onto his back. After slicking myself and him, he practically purrs when I bend his legs back to expose his pretty hole. Not trusting myself to speak intelligible words, I notch myself at his entrance and press into him slowly.
His hands clutch at my shoulders and his eyes radiate a lust I understand, but underneath that, the softness for me he displayed earlier sits. The silent message of trust to take him like he just gave me permission for and to stop fucking around about it. Droppinghis legs down, I collapse on top of him and gasp when he wraps his legs around me, pulling me fully into him.
“Jackson, I promise we can do this slow and romantic later. Just fuck me right now, like it’s the last time you’ll see me for a week.”
“Um…it kind of is. I have that rodeo…”
Riley laughs softly. “I know, babe. So please…show me.”
Loving someone like Riley is already easy, but when he reads me so well and makes me feel like I’m a whole person and not a hot guy in a cowboy hat, it allows me to let go and just be.
We move together, and I swallow his pleasured moans as I kiss him. His heels dig into me, urging me to give him more, and I do until the sweat dampens my hair, and I’m teetering on the edge of what I know will be a life-altering orgasm.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come, Rye.”
“Touch me while you do.”
He pushes me up and I grip his cock in my palm as I awkwardly continue moving my hips.
“Jackson!”
His cum spills over my fist moments before I explode. My orgasm is so intense my toes cramp and I almost crush Riley as I try to ease myself down, but my arms turn to jelly.
“Jesus, that was intense. Holy fuck, Rye. I can’t feel most of my body.”
Riley’s body shakes with a laugh. “Neither can I. You’re crushing me.”
