Page 169 of Hat Trick
“Lexi,” he warns. “Don’t move.”
“I’m sorry. It’s too much. I’m so close. You’re—can you curl your fingers—fuck. Yeah. Just like that.”
“I can’t wait to taste you. Best part of my day.”
“I didn’t know you had an affinity for female orgasms,” I pant.
“I don’t.” He pinches my hip—hard—and I whimper. “Just yours. Ride my face, Lex, and take what you need.”
Just yours.
Because he hasn’t looked at anybody except me inyears.
How many times has he fallen asleep dreaming about me?
How many times has he touched himself to the thought of me?
How many times have we been in adjoining hotel rooms where I’ve been using a vibrator and he’s been on the other side of the wall? Did he hear me? Did he listen?
A swell of pleasure builds inside me.
I reach for it, aching for release as I grind against his face. He answers me with a low moan that propels me forward, the understanding that he’s enjoying this just as much as I am and he’s not even being touched.
“I’m going to?—”
“Mine,” he growls, and the word and what it means makes me explode into a thousand pieces.
Riley is unrelenting, his fingers and tongue staying in me until I’m a writhing, squirming mess on the sheets with my legs tipped open wide and my arms loose above my head. He only stops by kissing me everywhere with his wet mouth, marking me and showing off how well he knows my body.
He works his way up my legs and my stomach. Across my ribs and my breasts where he stays for a few minutes, sucking on my nipples and making me wet all over again. He ghosts his mouth over mine and I arch my back off the mattress, needing him like I need air.
“Shit,” I whisper when he kisses me. I taste myself on him, and his tongue bumps against mine so I don’t miss any of the aftermath of what he did to me. “You are unbelievable.”
He brushes the hair off my forehead, peeling it away from the dried sweat clinging to my skin. “I’m going to let your wrists free, okay?”
“Okay,” I rasp.
The second the ropes are off me, he’s helping me sit up. He’s reaching for the nightstand and handing over a glass of water so I can take a sip. He’s kissing my hands and flexing my fingers to make sure I didn’t lose circulation, and this fluttery, light feeling in the center of my chest has to be something so much stronger than lust.
I’m certain of it.
FORTY-FIVE
RILEY
It takesLexi a few minutes to calm down after her orgasm. She seems out of it, floating in some distant dreamland when I ease her onto the pillows and find her smiling up at me.
“You’re so good at that,” she mumbles, voice thick with exhaustion. She holds up her hands and looks at her wrists, her smile shifting to proud. “I’m doing better with the ropes, aren’t I?”
“You are.” I prop myself up on an elbow next to her, imagining what it would be like if I tied her ankles to the bed posts. If I made her stay like that until I was ready to have her and how long she would last. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you.” She yawns and trails her touch down to the waistband of my pajama bottoms. “Take these off, please.”
“You’re literally falling asleep.”
“I am not falling asleep, and I was promised a fuck. That’s what I want.”
I burst out laughing. “We can rest for a minute.”
