Page 38 of The Way Home
Riley put his hands on my chest to brace himself as he began to move. Seeing him like this, riding me, pinning me to the kitchen floor—it was hot as hell, and I wasn’t going to last long with the stunning view of him that I had.
He kept a relentless pace, his cock bouncing with each movement. The sight and feel of him were going to be my undoing. “Fuck… fuck… I’m so close, Ri. Holy shit.”
“Touch me. Please. I need your hand on me.”
I reached down and stroked his cock, eliciting a lovely, loud moan. His movement stopped for a moment as he arched into my grip. I slid my hand down, squeezing as I went, loving the way he threw his head back and pumped into it. Soon, he began moving again, and I matched his rhythm with my own.
Riley’s cock hardened and soon spurts shot all over my hand, adding to the now-dried streaks on my belly. “Ngh! Shit! Shit! Shit!” He panted, and his hole pulsed around me.
I tightened my grip on his hips, holding him in place as I thrust into him with my release. “Fuuuuck.”
Riley collapsed forward, falling against my chest. My arms went around him and held him as we both recovered. Riley brushed his lips along my throat, and I thought I could feel his smile against my skin.
“Wow,” he said softly.
“Hey, that’s my line,” I teased.
“I don’t have words right now, so I had to steal yours.” Riley nuzzled his nose against me. “I think I’m done, though. My legs are jelly.”
“Mmm. It was a solid workout. Five stars. Would recommend.”
“Mmhmm,” he hummed.
“Ri?” I asked as I rubbed his back.
“Yeah?” His voice sounded worn. Understandable, considering all the huffing and panting he’d been doing.
“I think we should move.”
“I don’t wanna.”
A smile stretched on my face.Thiswas the Riley I remembered. He used to get all snuggly and sleepy in his post-sex haze. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up, and we can go rest for a bit.”
Riley sighed heavily, making my smile stretch even wider. This was my favorite part, too. Taking care of him after. I tapped his leg, and he rolled off my lap. Rising to stand, I reached down and pulled him up. I was half-tempted to carry him, but I was feeling pretty spent myself. Instead, I held his hand and led him to his room.
Getting him settled into the bed, I gave him a soft kiss. “I’ll be right back, and we’ll get you cleaned up.”
In the bathroom, I had to admire the complete and total mess that was my chest. I almost didn’t want to wash it away, feeling triumphant at the evidence of making Riley come twice, but I would regret it later if I left it. I got a wash cloth and ran it under some warm water, cleaning myself off at the sink, before returning with the cloth to Riley’s room.
His eyes were closed, and he wore an adorably sexy smile. Riley barely flinched when I cleaned his front, and he let out a sleepy moan as I rolled him over to clean his back side. I took the wash cloth to the bathroom and when I came back, Riley was sprawled out diagonally across the bed. He was laying on his stomach, with his beautiful ass on display and one leg bent up. He was already breathing heavily enough to know he was sleeping, but it seemed his body wanted to leave the message that he was open and ready for more.
Not right now, it would have to wait. But damn, he looked beautiful on display like that. Without enough room to lay beside him, I crawled between his legs and settled in with my chest on his back and my cheek on his shoulder, laying on top of him.We’d laid like this many times when we were young, needing as little space as possible between us. I felt him exhale deeply and relax fully with my body covering his.
This… this was home, right here.
Riley
Somewhere in the distance I heard a ringing, but I was too out of it to make the connection. All I knew is that I was underneath a perfectly-weighted blanket that gave me a sense of calm and rightness, and allowed me to sink into this gravity-free space with no floor and no ceiling.
Another ring and suddenly my blanket pulled away, making me sink back down to earth and leaving me cold. I couldn’t move, though. I stayed in place, waiting for my blanket to return.
Through the fog in my mind, I heard a voice growing louder. A laugh. I knew that laugh. It was Jeremy. Thinking of him made me smile and squirm against the… sheets. Sheets. I was in bed and feeling deliciously sore. With his name in my mind, the fog cleared, but I stayed happily where I was, realizing it had been him on my back. He had been my blanket. It wasn’t the first timeJeremy had slept on top of me like that. Only Jeremy had been smaller then. Fit still, but nothing like the man he’d grown into. His weight on me was so much more enticing now.
My hips ground into the mattress to get friction on my hardening cock. The way he held me up against the wall…fuck, the image of it was hotter than any memory from the past, and it got me horny again thinking about it. Maybe I didn’t want to move yet, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t be ready for him when he returned. Even as sore as I felt, I was so turned on by the idea of him walking in here, seeing my ass in the air and taking me just like this.
I hugged the pillow under my head and pushed my ass up a little higher, in a not-quite-natural position. His footsteps grew closer, and I heard him talking, and there was this thrill of knowing how he’d find me while talking on the phone. I squirmed a little more, stifling a moan as my dick rubbed against the sheet.
“Yeah. I’m feeling pretty good about it. Now, at least. I was pretty stressed out initially. I just wish they would call me already. The waiting is so hard.”
