Page 71 of Hat Trick
I stand and slowly walk toward her. Lexi tracks my movements. Her eyes roam down my bare chest and to the front of my sweatpants. She reaches for me when I get close, and I cup her cheek.
“I don’t have any other rules. And no hard limits. One night. We keep this to ourselves after. We have fun. That’s it. I trust you,” she says, turning her head to kiss the center of my palm. “I meant what I said earlier, Riley. If something doesn’t feel right or you’re uncomfortable and you need a second, we’ll stop. I want you. So badly. And that means wantingallof you.”
I’m going to be obsessed with her after tonight, I just know it. A fucking goner, but that’s a problem for later. I’m too hard right now. I’m too fucking worked up from looking down at her swollen lips and her hair scattered everywhere.
“I want you too.” I climb on the mattress and hold myself above her. “Can I touch you?”
“Anywhere. Everywhere.” She arches her back and wraps her ankles around my waist. Her heels press into my spine, and I rest a hand on her hip. “Please.”
That’s all I need. I tease her, running my hand up her thigh then down her other leg. Her eyes close. She grips the sheets, twisting the comforter until it’s a tangled mess. When her mouth parts and I can tell she’s close to begging me, I press my thumb on her clit and rub a slow, lazy circle.
“Did I find it?” I nudge her thighs wider with my hips, crowding her space. I want to see her. I want to hear her and smell her. I want to be fuckingconsumedby her. “Or should I keep trying?”
“That—” She stutters out a breath and squeezes her eyes shut in a way that tells me she’s so damn stubborn. “You’re close.”
“Lying isn’t cute, Lexi.” I repeat the movement, shocked by how easy it feels to move my body around hers. “Did I find it?” I ask again, thumb pressing harder.
She’s wet. I can feel her through her leggings, and I’m tempted to rip the damn things off. I’m close to asking her to fuck my palm.
“Yes.” Her voice cracks. Her hold on the sheet wavers, and she lifts her hips. “Riley.Please.”
“Those other guys you were with don’t know the first thing about taking care of a woman, but me?” I drag my knuckles across her entrance. She cries out, and I smile. “But not me. I know exactly what you need.”
I don’t know where the hell my confidence is coming from, but I’m going to keep rolling with it. I circle her clit again and reach up, pinching a nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her legs tip open wider and I lean over her, my teeth sinking into her bottom lip. She’s whispering something I’m going to pretend is my name, and I kiss her, just because I fucking can.
“You are—” Lexi stops. She swallows and opens her eyes. Her gaze is hazy, lustful. “An asshole.”
“An asshole?” I slow the circles I’m making and grin. “How?”
“You know you’re good at this.”
“You seem to be benefiting from it.”
“So are you.” Her palm settles on the front of my sweatpants, and she gives my hard length a gentle stroke. “You like this, don’t you?”
So fucking much. I’m in heaven. I could stay here forever. The only thing that would be better is having my head between her thighs, and I’m done drawing this out. I take a second to scoot down the mattress, eyes level with the seam of her leggings, and she tugs on my hair.
“I think I’m going to like everything with you,” I say, licking a hot swipe over the black nylon.
Lexi moans, a raspy sound that splits in half when I use my fingers too, finding the rhythm she likes—faster circles. Slower when I yank her leggings down and leave her underwear on, fucking her with my tongue over the lace and fogging up my glasses. I’m going to savor her when I taste her for real, naked and without anything between us.
She pulls on my hair again, and that makes me want to tie her hands up. If this was something longer than just tonight, I’d take my time. I’d slip a handcuff knot up her wrists to keep her in place and see how much I could push her. Maybe I’d attach her ankles to the end of the bed so she was spread open wide for me to enjoy whenever I wanted.
Fuck.
“I’m close,” she whispers, and she sounds mad about it. It makes me smile. “Can you—a little more—shit. Yeah. Right there.”
I press down on her stomach with my free hand. I want to watch her come. I want to watch while I pluck her apart, piece by piece, and when I tease my fingers against where I’m going to bury myself later, pressing against the lace of her underwear so I’m almost inside her, she detonates.
And I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.
There’s a sheen of sweat on her brow. Her chest is heaving, and my name is falling from her mouth. It’s a chant ofRileyandplease, and it’s hot enough to make pre-cum leak from the tip of my cock.
“That’s it,” I murmur, her entire body reacting to the sensation of the orgasm. “That’s so good, Lexi. Look at you.”
It takes a minute for her to come down from the high. When she does, her limbs relax, and she settles against the mattress. I kiss the spot above her knee. Her thigh. Her hip bone and the tattoo she told me about, a small seashell no bigger than my thumb that’s sexy as hell.
I work my way up to her mouth, bumping my nose against hers and kissing her softly until her eyes flutter open and she touches my cheek with a smile.
