Page 127 of Tides That Bind

“That’s it.” He smiles against my breast as he presses his hand against me, drawing a buck of my hips. “You deserve something better than what I’m about to do to you,” he whispers wickedly. “And I promise, I’ll give that to you after as long as you do something small for me.”

“What?” I croak.

He licks the tip of my nipple. “Keep saying my name.”

I fling my head to the side. “Riley...”

His name floats into a soft moan as a long, thick finger enters me. I clamp my legs together, wanting to keep him there and wanting more. But I settle—happily—when his mouth trails down the valley of my breasts, further to replace his finger.

“I’m going to taste every inch of you too,” he breathes out, and I don’t know how it’s possible that anything in the world is hotter than the temperature between my legs, but Riley’s words are packed with heat. “Starting with your pussy. I like to work my way from the middle.”

Nothing—not even two layers of duct tape across my mouth—could stop the noises that come out of me. My head flings side to side as I wind my fingers in his hair. “Yes,” I pant. “Yes.”

It’s the press of his lips, the roll of his tongue, the delicious friction of his beard that makes it hard to keep my hips against the bed.

“Riley…”

He slides in one finger and rolls his tongue.

“Riley…”

Another finger, faster pumps. He moans and I buck from the vibration.

“Riley…”

His lips latch onto my clit and he begins to suck.

Until…he stops.

“Riley…” I warn.

“That’s my favorite way,” he hums against my thigh.

He presses a large palm against my lower stomach while the fingers on his other hand massage me from inside.

“W-what?”

My entire body is buzzing when his thumb circles my clit. I feel him smiling cruelly against my skin.

My toes curl so hard into the bedspread there will be a crease impossible to iron out.

“Like what?” I fumble out.

Immediately, I regret asking. I take it back entirely. Because just when I’m teetering on the edge, Riley stops again. And I’m about to be a blubbering mess.

When my eyes fling open, he’s hovering above me with a wicked smirk, his lips stained with my own gloss. There’s a flicker in his eye as my face twists in distress.

“Like you think you have any control here,” he whispers against my mouth.

Riley is right.Soright. But the thing is, I don’t care. I don’t want it anymore. I want to surrender to everything, good and bad. But especially good.

I run my tongue across my lips, tasting myself. “Fuck control. And fuck me.”

“We’ll get there. Did you think I was done?”

I tilt my head up, determined to get another lick of myself coming off his tongue when suddenly, Riley isn’t above me anymore—I’mabove him, gasping, my head spinning. I slam my hand against the wall above the head of the bed.

“Sit,” he orders. Riley’s fingers dig into my thighs,spreading them open more and more. It’s because he knows my body so well out of the bedroom, he knows what I’m capable of in it too.

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