Page 133 of Hat Trick
“Perfect,” I whisper, and he nods.
“Good. Now get me off, Lexi.”
I’ve always been good at following directions, so I open my mouth and suck his cock halfway down my throat like my life fucking depends on it. Riley groans, his hand yanking on my hair and wrapping the strands around his wrist. The other reaches down and wraps around my neck, and I’d like to walk around with his palm there every day, a pretty necklace to show off I’m having the best sex of my life.
“Fuck. You’re too fucking good at this.”
I drag my tongue up his length, swirling over the head of his cock and licking up the pre-cum I find there. Instead of taking him back in my mouth, I move to the root of his shaft, then to his balls. He hisses when I lick them and jerks his hips, the hand around my neck tightening.
“Do you like that, Riley?” I ask, and he practically buries my face in his sac. I grin, another swipe of my tongue, and his moan comes out rattled and hoarse.
I go back to his cock and angle my head until I can take him all the way to the back of my throat. When my nose presses against his stomach, he holds me there, fucking my mouth the way he fucks me in his bed: rough, unrelenting. I let him, and my cheeks hollow out as the noise of his snapping hips fills my foyer.
“Going to come,” he grits out, and I work even harder, determined to get him there faster.
Tears stream down my cheeks. My arms start to throb, butgod, it’s all amazing. He’s barely touching me and I’m turned on, wet and ready for him to finish so he can take care ofme. I squeeze my thighs together, the sound of him falling apart with every bob of my head erotic,hot, and downright filthy.
“Lexi,” he whispers, and it’s the last warning I get before his release.
He’s salty and warm in my mouth. I stay in place, tongue lapping at him as his movements slow and his heavy breathing starts to subside. I’m greedy, desperate to taste him, to not waste a single drop, and before I can swallow down his cum, his hand is back on my throat.
“Not today,” he says, eyes on me and pupils blown wide. His glasses are crooked. There’s sweat on his forehead. He’s so fucking pretty, even when he’s thoroughly wrecked. “Open up. I want to see what you did to me.”
I’m even wetter with his ask. I pop him out of my mouth and part my lips. My jaw unhinges, and when I stick out my tongue, I swear his growl could move mountains.
“So fucking pretty. So fuckingmine.” He squeezes my cheeks, and it wouldn’t take much for me to finish right now. My senses are heightened, my body is aching for him. My eyes almost bug out of my head when he swipes his finger across my tongue then pops the digit in his mouth, a remarkable grin splitting across his face. “You can swallow now, Lexi baby. But if you lose any of it, you’re going to be in trouble.”
That makes me want to fuck around and find out, because what the hell kind of trouble could I be in? I imagine a handprint on my ass. Watching him press into my throat until my vision goes blurry, and despite my resolve to learn how much I can push Riley Mitchell to the brink of losing his self-control, I swallow down every bit of his cum and show him my empty mouth.
He slumps against the wall but holds out his arms, reaching for me. I stand on shaky legs and move toward him, melting when he kisses my forehead and the tip of my nose, the rope around my wrists releasing with athumpto the floor.
“You were wonderful,” he whispers, kissing my wrists and rubbing his thumbs along my veins. “You did everything perfectly, and I loved watching you.”
“Thank you.” I bury my face in his shirt and smile. “I tried really hard.”
“I know you did, and I’m so proud of you for taking everything I gave you.” His fingers brush through my hair. “Are your hands doing okay?”
“More than okay.” I kiss his cheek and step back. “Bedroom. Now.”
“Yeah.Yes.” He shoves his glasses up his nose and puts his briefs and jeans back on. “Please.”
“I’ll be there in a minute. You go ahead.”
“You sure?”
“I’m going to grab some water.” I pat his chest and gesture to the kitchen. “Do you want anything?”
“Just to be inside you. Hurry up, please.”
I toss him a grin and make my way to the kitchen. I hear him walk down the hall, and when I know he’s safely out of sight, I start taking off my clothes to show off the lingerie I bought the other day.
I have dozens of lace outfits in every type of style you can imagine folded in my dresser, but I wanted something new for Riley. Something I haven’t worn for someone else, something I haven’t worn for him, and when I look down at the red set, confidence rolls through me.
In only a lacy thong and a bra that doesn’t try to hide my nipples, I strut toward my bedroom, horny and ready to be satisfied.
I nudge the door open with my hip, and Riley glances up from where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. His eyes widen when he sees me, and he brings a shaky fist to his mouth so he can bite down on his knuckles.
“Holy shit,” he whispers. “Holy fucking shit.”
