Page 25 of The Way Home
By the time I stood at the steps to the cabin, a few hours had passed. I'd had time to reflect and time to get out of my head for a while. When the door opened, creaking loudly, Riley stood there, arms folded over his chest in the way he did when he was trying to shield himself. The devastated look on his face made me remember how short I'd been with him before my run. Therewas some truth in what I'd said. Riley had been the one to say he hated running, but it came out a lot harsher than I meant it to.
Riley stepped back to let me in. “I, uh, made some grilled cheese. It's nothing fancy, and it's probably cold by now, but I can warm it if you're hungry.”
I sucked on my teeth, not really sure what to say to him. “Not right now, but thanks.”
As I walked past him, he grabbed me, but immediately let go. Riley spoke in a hushed tone. “Are you… mad at me? I'm sorry I freaked out this morning, I didn't mean to upset you.”
The hurt in his voice was more than I could bear. I stepped closer to him and placed my hand on his cheek. Without thinking, I pecked a quick kiss on his lips. He drew a sharp breath and stared at me. I offered another wistful smile. “I'm not mad at you. I'm just feeling a little overwhelmed and stressed. You didn't upset me this morning. I really appreciate what you did for me, and I'm sorry for being an asshole and shutting you down when I left for my run. It wasn't about you.”
Riley stared at my lips but slowly nodded. “Okay. So… we're okay?”
I widened my smile. “Yeah, darling, we're okay. I’m just not in a position to hang out right now, because, quite frankly, I'm really fucking horny.”
His green eyes rounded, and that flash of hunger I thought I'd seen this morning returned. “Oh. Right. Well… I'll let you get to it, then. Let me know if you, uh, need anything.”
I snorted, “Nice of you to offer.” I gave him a wink and sauntered off, already chubbing up as I thought of what he could do to help.
“Wait! Shit! That's not what I meant.”
Looking over my shoulder, I caught a glimpse of his pinked cheeks and laughed. “No take-backs!”
Feeling slightly relieved to have patched things up with Riley, I wasted no time stripping and getting in the shower. I had been planning to dig through my toys and see what kind of combination I could come up with to really get me worked up, but I was a total sweaty mess after my grueling run, and all things considered, I was already fairly worked up.
It got me wondering about Riley, though. What kind of treasures might he have packed in his suitcase? What did he like as an adult? When we were dating, everything was new to both of us, so we took turns topping. We figured out pretty quickly that Riley preferred bottoming, which was no problem for me. I loved it all, still do. Vers for the win. Was it the same for him still? Would he bend his tall frame over and open himself up to me? Or would he envelop me and press deep inside?
Reaching around, I teased a finger over my hole, making my cock jump. I really wished I had stopped to grab some lube and a plug at the very least. I pushed in slightly, letting a groan roll through me. I couldn't bear the tease any longer. I'd have time for some penetrative play later, but right now my cock was screaming for attention and who was I to deny him?
My fingers wrapped around my shaft and with the first squeeze, I grunted out in pleasure. As I began to stroke myself, the bathroom door opened, and I froze, cursing internally.
“Riley?” My voice was thick with need. Riley being here had me picturing him stepping into the shower, which made me ache even more, and I slid my hand along my dick.
“Yeah?” Riley's voice came from near the bathroom counter.
“What are you doing?” I practically growled out because having him here was sending all my senses into overdrive.
Riley was quiet for a moment before he answered, “I, uh, I'm not really sure.”
“Well, stay, or go, but I'm not stopping, I need this too badly.” My blood was boiling beneath my skin hearing his voice while my hand pumped over my cock.
Surprisingly, the sound of the door never came. He stayed. Riley stayed, knowing what I was doing. It made me so fucking hot. I stroked myself harder, faster, and soon, it wasn't only my ragged breaths echoing around the bathroom, but his, too. Holy shit! Was Riley jerking it in the same room? I was tempted to pull back the curtain to see him, but maybe having something between us, blocking the view of each other, helped embolden him to stay, and I sure as hell wasn't going to disrupt this. I kept a rigorous pace until the tension burst with an explosion.
“Ngh! Fuuuck!” I came with a loud moan and slowed my stroking. My vision went blurry, and I had to hold myself up.
“Uh, uh, uh.” I listened as Riley grunted, making such delicious sounds. A crash sounded, and he panted through erratic breaths, “Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.”
A wide grin stretched my lips as I listened to him recover and clean up whatever he knocked over. I stayed quiet under the water—well, as quiet as I could—worried it would make him panic in his post-orgasmic state.
The sink turned on, and I could hear him washing his hands. A moment later, the door opened and shut, leaving me alone to finish up. The whole thing had been a little weird, but damn, if it wasn't mind-blowingly hot. A smirk remained as I turned off the water and got out. Riley continued to surprise the hell out of me, and now I got to add the sound of him to my mental playlist. It wasn't something I'd ever forget, although I hoped it would turn into a full album and not just a single.
After putting on some pajama pants, I headed to the kitchen. I was sure Riley would be tucked away in his bedroom afraid to face me and what happened in the bathroom, but there he was sitting at the table, swirling a spoon around a mug of soup.Across from him sat a plate with a grilled cheese sandwich and a mug of soup for me.
When he heard me enter, he looked up, biting his lip. “Hey. I figured you might be hungry.”
“Yeah, thanks. I definitely worked up an appetite.”
Riley's cheeks went bright red, and I had to fight the smile that tried to stretch my lips. He coughed and looked back down at his mini tomato whirlpool. When I took the seat across from him, he glanced up at me. “Sorry if the sandwich is a little soggy, I put it in the microwave to warm it back up.”
“It looks perfect, thank you.” I picked up one of the halves, dipped it in my soup, and took a big bite. “See? Soggy is just fine.”
