Page 77 of Hat Trick
“I like that idea,” he says, and when I turn to walk back to him, he holds up a hand. “Stop there for a second.”
I freeze in my tracks. “Is everything okay?”
“Just wanted to watch you. You’re so beautiful.”
I smile and slow my steps toward him. I climb on the bed and crawl between his legs, bringing my mouth close to his.
“Do you like watching, Riley?” I whisper.
“Yes,” he says, voice thick. “I do.”
“It’s a shame you got me off earlier. I would’ve let you watch me play with myself.”
He moans and snatches the condom out of my hand, tearing it open with one rip. “You aren’t fair.”
“Sorry, Riley baby.” I straddle him, hovering myself over his length. Before I have a chance to spit on the latex for lubrication—I’m actually afraid he might hurt me—he’s sliding three fingers back in me. Making me writhe above him and roll my hips, and everything in me pulls tight. “Now who’s not playing fair?”
“Sorry,Lexi baby,” he murmurs, mimicking me, and I hate how much I love it. “Looks like I don’t need to do too much work to get you ready. You’re still wet.”
I groan when he pulls out of me, left aching and needy. He guides me down, lowering me until the head of his cock pushes against my entrance, and my groan turns into a gasp.
“That’s it.” Riley wraps his pinky and thumb around my throat, his middle three fingers at my mouth. “Open up and suck.”
My lips pop open and I groan again when he puts his fingers on my tongue. I taste myself on him, and I lick away the moisture I left behind. I don’t have a chance to ask what happens next because he’s lifting his hips. He’s sinking deeper inside me, and everything gets hazy.
“Fuck.” It’s my turn to curse, and the world spins around me. “You?—”
“Are only halfway in,” he grunts, and I don’t know if I want to laugh or cry. “Can I?—”
“I will kill you if you don’t move right this second, Riley.”
He listens, guiding me down and muttering his encouragement along the way. Cautious until he’s fully buried, then he stops moving.
“Holy shit. Look how well we fit together,” he says, and I glance down at where we’re joined. “Fucking perfect.”
Itisperfect, and when our gazes lock, something snaps in both of us.
I lean forward and crash my mouth into his at the same time his hands find their way back on me; at my throat, the small of my back, kneading my ass.
I lift off him then slam back down, our groans in sync when I ride him like my life depends on it.
“Good?” I ask, checking to make sure he’s doing okay.
“No.” A head shake, and I almost freeze before he touches my clit. “Better than good. So goddamn incredible.”
Our movements match, both of us wanting to help the other finish. He’s thick inside me, and every time I roll my hips, he answers me with a thrust of his own. The rhythm is easy, effortless. He touches my neck again, a squeeze that tightens around my throat when I nod to show my consent. I watch him, mouth parted, eyes closed, while I rock forward, then up, then down his shaft until there’s no space between us, not wanting to miss out on a single inch.
“Riley. I think I’m going to come from?—”
“Thank fuck. I’m waiting for you to go first.”
“Why am I not surprised you’re so chivalrous in the bedroom?” I drop my head back, hair swishing against my back. “Why am I not surprised you’re going to be the first guy to get me to finish from sex?”
“It’s”—a thrust—“A fucking”—Another thrust that makes me cry out. His fingers are back on my clit, circling and teasing—“Honor.”
I give in, not questioning the reasons why he’s capable of doing things no one else has ever done. It doesn’t matter, because everything is a mess of limbs and sweat and a mumbled,can I finish inside you?and an emphaticgod. Yes, pleasebefore we’re both tumbling. Falling headfirst into nirvana that takes over my entire being, but Riley holds me steady.
I feel him pulse inside me, finishing, and a vague thought races through my head: what would it feel like with nothing between us? No protection, just him?
