Page 132 of Hat Trick
“Did you miss me?” Riley dips his chin and kisses my neck, his laughter warm when I squirm under his touch. “You did, didn’t you? Tell me how much, Lexi baby.”
“Yes. Fuck dinner,” I breathe out, lifting my hips and draping a leg around his waist. His hand slides up my thigh, fingers dancing under my skirt and snapping my underwear against my skin. “A whole fucking lot.” Two months ago, I would’ve been afraid to admit it. It’s too earnest, toomessy, but now I know how it drives him wild, how much he likes hearing it. So I smile and wiggle a hand free, pulling on the ends of his hair so his eyes are forced to meet mine. “Want me to show you?”
“I do. And we’re going to play while you do it.”
“Play? You know I love games.”
“Good.” Riley plants a kiss on my forehead and sets my leg down. He taps the bag I’m realizing is slung over his shoulder, and when I lift my eyebrow, he puts a hand over my mouth before I can protest. “It’s pajamas and a toothbrush, not a mortgage agreement. Ropes, too. I’m going to bind your wrists together, you’re going to suck my dick, then I’m going to get you off.”
I smile and hold out my hands, adrenaline coursing through me when he drops the bag on the floor and pulls out the set of ropes he used on me before. He’s quick to tie my wrists together, this time behind my body instead of in front, and I relax when he gives the ropes a yank to make sure they’re tight.
“Do you want to do this here?” I ask, the outline of his cock thick and hard against his jeans as he changes our positions so he’s against the wall. “Or do you need the ambience of my bedroom?”
“I need you to stop talking.” He pops open the button on his pants and runs his fingers through my hair. With a gentle push on my shoulders, he guides me to my knees and hooks his fingers under my chin. “Take out my cock, Lexi, and get to work.”
Oh.
I’ve seen so many sides of Riley; the calm and patient side when I was sick and he waited for me to scrub my body clean while he talked to me about the game they had just won. The frustrated side when the exercises I give him are difficult and hard to achieve. The happy side when he does something right, pride nearly bursting out of him with the hook of a grin.
But this side?
This side isdangerous.
It makes me want to ask him to try some of my other fantasies, knowing full well he’d indulge me because he’s weak when it comes to me, and every time we’re together, I myself become weaker.
The authority in his voice is welcomed,wanted. When I glance up at him, the discomfort from the ropes settles to pleasure, and his eyes are wide.
“How do you expect me to do that when my hands are like this?” I hold up my wrists, and I swear he gets even harder as the movement bows my back. “Have any suggestions?”
“You’re a smart girl. Figure it out.”
He’s not treating me like I’m some breakable, precious thing, and fire stirs low in my belly. I’m always doing the right things at work. I keep meticulous notes about the players’ health and am the utmost professional in the meetings I attend, but right now? I exist only for his pleasure, and fuck if that’s not the hottest thing in the world.
I stare at his jeans, an idea forming when I sit up on my knees and lean forward. I tilt my head and grab the zipper with my teeth, dragging it down to the tune of Riley’s rough exhale. His hand is back on my head, not forcing me but encouragingme, and it spurs me on.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Such a good problem solver, Lexi.”
My entire body flushes with the compliment, and it makes me want to be even better. To do more good things, and I move my mouth to the left side of his jeans, using my teeth to try to yank his jeans down to his ankles.
It’s awkward and uncoordinated. The denim is stiff and difficult to move. I have to scoot back with my ass almost in the air to make any progress, but when I finish and find his black briefs tight against his thighs, I grin.
“Look how well you did.” Riley grabs my chin and forces me to glance up at him. “I’m proud of you.”
I squirm at the praise, testing the limits of the knots wrapped around my wrists. My nipples pebble when I feel he’s made the rope tighter than our first time, and I like that I’m at his mercy.
“Thank you,” I say, and his smile matches mine.
“You’re blushing. You never blush. What’s going through your head, sweetheart?”
Thatword. The affection makes me turn another shade of pink, and I bite my bottom lip.
“I like when you say things like that. Men think chantinggood girlover and over gets the job done, but I-I like to hear different varieties. I know I’m good. I want to knowhowI’m good.”
“I like telling you how you’re being good.” He strokes along my cheek, and then he presses three fingers down on my tongue. He pushes them deeper in my mouth and I gag. Tears flood my eyes, but he doesn’t pull back. “Relax. There you go,” he murmurs when I hollow out my cheeks. “Do you think you’re ready for my cock?”
I nod, more than ready. Blowjobs aren’t my favorite thing in the world—I hate being on my knees for a man and not getting anything in return—but with Riley, Icravethem. My mouth opens wider in anticipation and he smirks in understanding, his fingers leaving a trail of drool on my face when he puts his hand on his hip.
“You did so well before, I’m going to do this part for you,” he says, tugging on the waistband of his briefs. They fall to his ankles with his jeans, leaving him naked from the waist down. “How do your wrists feel?”
