Page 48 of UnWholly Angels
He shook his head with a breathy laugh. “You have yourself a deal, Freckles. Although I’m afraid if we keep piling secrets into that thick skull of yours, I’ll be able to skate across your forehead someday soon,” he sniffed, a soft yet noticeable chuckle sounded in my ears, and I smiled his way as I held on for dear life.
“Such a dick,” I retaliated as he started toward the front of the house. Riley’s thumb ran across my back soothingly as we made our way to the bedroom, and the more he rubbed, the safer, more content I felt. Once he laid me down and got himself comfortable, I was pulled into his side, but I didn’t dare tell him I couldn’t breathe.
The look on his face haunted me and made me think about things like how he felt on nights when he just…needed someone to be there. I rubbed my nose into his neck, laughing as a small groan escaped his lips, knowing I found a sensitive spot to torture later. My stomach flipped as I made the next request, nervous of his reaction, but also wanting to lighten the mood just a bit.
I swallowed, running my index finger down his chest, “So, now that I have a safe word, can you maybe, wake me up the way you did a few weeks ago? Without making me pee this time?” I asked, raising my eyebrow.
He belted out a laugh that rumbled from his body into mine. “While erotic, that’s not really my thing. I was trying to make a point, and I’m sorry if it was too much.”
I was speechless. Two apologies, and it hadn’t been twenty-four hours yet. Still, I snorted, waiting for his answer. “Yes, I can make that happen, but not tonight. Tonight, just let me love you. I just want to hold you for a moment.” I nodded, snuggling closer into his chest. “Just let me hold you.”
Riley’s grip tightened on my body, pulling me closer than possible before the lights flipped off. Tonight, I realized something, a burning feeling erupting from the inside. No matter what, I needed to remain strong, not just for myself, but for the part of Riley I wanted to hold onto: the small smidge of innocence he still had and the goofy, loving man who lived and breathed nothing but hockey and me.
In order to do that, I needed to stay strong, determined, and discern when I needed to remain hyper-independent. Tonight, however, I hugged him tighter and whispered, “I love you.”
He kissed my hair and settled back into the pillows. “I love you too, Maya,” he replied. “More than life itself.”
When I woke up, Riley was on his side, and I was on my back. The night consisted of tossing and turning after a nightmare. I was back in the pool area with that damned red mask. Sweat poured down my shoulders, and once I removed the mask, I found myself, almost like a mirror between us, yet every movement was the same until she spoke. Dream Maya told conscious Maya that Riley was going to die, and tears streamed down my face as I punched the invisible mirror. I think the worst part of being trapped in your own mind was the helplessness. You were a complete victim of the atrocious things you told yourself to do or say, the monster who lurked deep within all of us. There were no monsters in our closets, or under the bed, because we were the monsters. Trauma created us, forcing us to walk among others, seen as defective or in need of medication. We just wanted to be understood.
Embrace it, the darkness,she ordered me, and I would. From here on out, the only person who would receive a complete version of me would be Riley. But if he thought he would always be the one in charge, then he had another thing coming. He made me wait. I needed to feel him against me in every way possible, and I was turned down; the rejection hit me hard,like the fragile doll he thought I was. Maybe he was right, maybe I should trust him more. I couldn’t be strong all the time. Tonight rattled me, and all I wanted was to express my gratitude. And much like my personality, it would be incredibly unconventional.
He always liked to say he was there to take what was his, but today it was my turn. Today, Riley Kingston would whimper and beg me to come. Whether he did or not depended solely on him, and how he reacted to someone else taking control for once.
Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I removed the covers from his body slowly, careful not to wake him up. My carnal desire only heightened as my eyes raked over his sleeping form, so relaxed, so unaware of my fingers dipping into his waistband to free his dick, already hardened and needy from the simple touch.
My tongue darted out to lick the underside of his cock, earning a slight moan from Riley’s groggy form, and I repeated the motion until his hand involuntarily grabbed at the sheets beneath him.
This was going to be so much fun.
Chapter Nineteen
Riley
The moment the smooth, wet surface of that sinful mouth touched me, I stirred awake. Understandably, her tossing and turning drove me wild, especially when I had to spit her hair out of my mouth every five minutes. She had no idea I was awake, watching under hooded eyes as she took my cock into her mouth like the succubus she was. Watching her calculated movements as she parted her lips to take me in had me feral, and I dug deep for the self-control not to grab her head and force that beautiful throat to take every single drop of cum I’d give her.
Maya’s wild locks fanned across her shoulders as her head bobbed up and down, and I was fighting each breath that caught in my throat every time she tried to take it all the way to the base. Honestly, fuck it. If she wanted to take control, I’d let her have it this time. Anyone could tell you I was a sex-driven man for theright people, so it didn’t take much more than a few twirls of her tongue to have me fully erect and ready for her.
She picked up rhythm, and I fought the urge to peek down again as her moans vibrated along my shaft, but I couldn’t help it. The sight of seeing the saliva coating my length and falling from her lips was a sight. Her hand moved to my balls, massaging them while the other worked my dick in time with her mouth, and I just about unraveled at the way her mouth moved against me.
Her eyes watered, and heat crept along my body, knowing my orgasm was already building. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take before I spilled down her throat. A guttural moan ripped from my lips as her tongue moved over my slit, collecting the precum from the tip. Her face was so sexy, red and flushed, knowing she was choosing to pleasure me over the very need to breathe.
Fuck this.
I need her, and the need to come far outweighed my love for her initiative. “Maya,” I whimpered softly.
She ignored me, those plump lips creating suction each time her mouth released me and took me back in, relaxing her throat to create more room but failing as she choked on my length.
“M-M-Maya,” I warned, stuttering out the words again, a growl escaping me as I fought back the release I wanted. But she only smiled, lifting her mouth and making sure it stretched just enough to rest around the head. A small hum vibrated around the sensitive flesh, and I moaned. “You’re naughty, Maya, so needy for my cock that you couldn’t wait for me to wake up.”
My heavy breaths resounded around the room, mixing with her gags and sniffles, and I thrust my hips up to try and fuck her face. Her throat relaxed further, taking me deeper than I thought she could go, and I sank further into the pillows. She was adamant about the control she held over me at this moment,smacking me away when I attempted to snake my hands through her hair. At this point, my pride walked right out the door.
“Maya,” I begged. “Don’t fucking stop…shit. You look so pretty right now, taking me so far down your slutty throat.”
She increased the suction as she slid down my shaft and hollowed out her cheeks when she moved back in the other direction, never faltering or breaking pace. Maya’s throat remained so beautifully open, and I used that to bury myself down deep one last time. I was highly disappointed when my cock felt the cool air of the room, and her mouth gone.
A satisfied smile lay on her lips, a small trail of saliva falling from her chin and coating her breast. “Look at you,” she crooned, her thumb wiping at the side of her mouth. “Thinking I would let you come when I’ve done all the work to get you there.”
Did she just? Who the hell is this?I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. She thought what she did was cute, but I’d show her. Riley had no problem being a good boy for his woman, clearly a newfound addiction. King, on the other hand, wants to rip her off and tie her to the tree out back with a vibrator taped to her clit. Forced all night to be edged until she couldn’t take it anymore. Even then, she wouldn’t get the relief she desired.
