Page 43 of A Lesson in Deceit
I’d been raised by a woman that held me to a higher standard, and she taught me to treat women with respect and honor the boundaries they set. Although, if Riley wanted me to disrespect her in all the filthy ways that were tumbling around in my head, I would be honored to oblige her. It was a little thrilling knowing River was upstairs probably listening to music to try to distract himself from seeping into my mind to hear my thoughts and lurking in the back of my mind so he wouldn’t be left out.
I laughed softly to myself which caused her to give me a confused look.
“What’s so funny?” Riley questioned, shuffling on her knees so that she was even closer to me.
“Oh, nothing. Just thinking.”
She giggled, leaning forward and poking me between my ribs. “No fair. You are making that face, so be a good boy and just tell me.” She let out one more tiny laugh but stopped when my breath caught.
The only person who called me that was her boyfriend and that was way before they ever started dating. It wasn’t something I liked all the time, but coming from her lips, fuck it made my dick hard. I blinked, attempting to get rid of my increasingly dirty thoughts so that I could solely focus on her.
“Riley, I…” I started but she cut me off.
“Is that something you like?” she asked, the curiosity in her voice and the eagerness in her eyes had me wanting to fold far too quickly.
I cleared my throat, feeling the need to back up and give her more space. All I wanted to do was be closer to her, but I didn’t want her to think I was being pushy. If she retreated and wanted to sit here and talk to me about her classes or show me the ten million photos I knew she had on her phone of Beau then I would accept that. Her body language told me something different, but I needed her to be completely sure before I put my hands on her and had her begging me to make her come.
I ran my index finger over my top lip, eyeing her. “Sometimes.”
She nodded casually. “Does River call you that?”
I raised one of my eyebrows. “He has, yeah.”
“Have you ever called him that?”
I laughed, shaking my head. “No, umm, your boyfriend isn’t the type that likes that kind of thing. River loves to give praise and your orgasm is enough for him to know he’s been the perfect boy. I’m sure you’re very aware of that.” I moved my foot up so I could lightly hit the side of her leg.
She moved even closer to me, so close that I had my back to the arm of the couch and her knees were touching my thigh. Riley pressed her lips together, the space between her eyebrows working overtime, which told me she was thinking through her next words.
“Would you like me to call you that? Or is that something you like when River does it?”
I swallowed, reaching my hand out and tracing my fingers along the back of her hand. I barely touched her skin, but her breath hitched. “I’ll be your good boy anytime you want,aking sinta.”
She tilted her head to the side and I knew the need to ask me what that meant was on the tip of her tongue. Before she could even open her mouth, I continued. “Considering what I wantis very thoughtful of you, but I’m more interested in whatyouwant.”
She moved her hand so that our fingers could weave together. “I’ve told you both what I want.”
I groaned, not from annoyance, but from how adorable she could be when she was shying away from what I actually meant. “Do you want to keep talking? I can do that all night if it’s what you want. Do you want me to kiss you? I could kiss you until you can’t feel your lips anymore. Do you want me to touch you? If that’s what you want, then where? Do you like slow caresses or do you like it a little rough? I might like to be a good boy at times, but do you like to be a good girl? What. Do. You. Want?”
Her eyes were wide and I almost thought I’d fucked this up, moved too fast. Her mouth had dropped open just a tiny bit and her breathing was even, if not a bit harsh. I could be forward, but damn River’s uncontrollably filthy mouth had somehow found its way to me and I’d just spewed all that out as if it was nothing.
Riley squeezed my hand, her fingers tightening. Her voice was a little shaky when she spoke. “I like when River calls me a good girl and I wouldn’t mind if you did it too.”
I licked my lips. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
I watched as her hand shot out towards my face, running her fingers through my hair. She cupped the back of my neck, then slid her hand around the side, using her thumb to trace my jaw and then the pad of her finger found my lower lip. Her eyes looked a little far away, like she was contemplating her options. Riley closed her eyes before dropping her hand down to my chest, splaying her fingers out across my shirt.
“I want you to kiss me.”
I gently grabbed her wrist, bringing her knuckles to my lips. I placed a soft kiss on them, before smiling at her. “That’s what you want?”
She brought her bottom lip into her mouth with her teeth, nodding.
Her body started to lean in more, but she was doing it so slowly, like she wanted me to take the hint and go the extra distance. I would happily oblige her. I quickly grabbed the side of her face and closed the space between us, kissing her. Her mouth opened automatically and a soft moan escaped her throat. I wasn’t rough with my kiss, but I let my lips learn hers. I had started this kiss, but I was letting her decide how we moved.
Her tongue licked at my lips and found its way into my mouth. My tongue danced with hers as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She took hold of my shirt, pulling me into her, like she was pleading for more without having to say a word.
I broke the kiss, sitting up straighter and grabbing her waist. I turned my body so that I was parallel to the back of the couch, taking her with me and helping swing her leg over so she was straddling me. “Comfortable?” I asked, my hands at her waist.
