Page 67 of What Are the Chances
I uncertainly wiped my hands over my chest, clearing away the suds from the soap I’d lathered myself with. I had no clue what Riley was doing here.
With a controlled breath Riley edged further into the showers. After rounding the partition, she stopped directly in front of me. Warm water continued to spray against my back. Riley was mostly shielded from it, but light droplets glittered over her. Not that it mattered – she was already wet.
Holding my gaze steady she reached out, her fingertips landing on my right collarbone. She traced the outlines of my tattoos, delicately roaming over each individual one. I had no idea what she was doing in here or what was about to happen, but my dick that had sprung into action had plenty of suggestions.
I cleared my throat. “What are you doing, Riley?”
With her eyes still locked on mine, she silently lowered to the ground, her bare knees meeting the wet tiles. My dick literally jerked when her two hands came to rest on my ass cheeks, and moisture seeped from the tip when she licked her lips. I wasn’t convinced she was about to do what my entire body was praying for. I didn’t want to ask and break her trance either, so I patiently waited for her to make her move.
It was quiet in here, even with the shower running. I could literally hear my heart thumping in my chest. Swallowing was hard.Everythingwas hard.
“Do you want this, Caufield?” Riley asked, before dragging her tongue along the length of me.
I groaned. I was like a teenage boy being touched by a girl for the first time. That small act alone almost caused me to lose control.
I gestured to my more than ready dick. “What do you think?”
When Riley wrapped her warm mouth around my shaft, I almost blacked out. She dragged her tongue up and down, pausing to circle the most sensitive spots. I was forced to reach for the shower wall for support. I could barely fucking stand.
“Fuck, Riley,” I grunted, thrusting one hand around her ponytail.
When I yanked it lightly she moaned, sending vibrations through my aching balls. She moved her head back and forth pointedly, all the while sucking, licking and scraping her teeth gently. Her hazy blue eyes were pooling with lust. I’ll bet if I stuck my hands between her legs, she’d be painstakingly wet.
Despite the intensity, I couldn’t tear my eyes off her.
Riley needed no guidance. Just like I remembered her body, she remembered mine. Adding her hand into the mix, she applied the right amount of pressure. My hips instinctively began to rock, meeting her mouth in the middle. I was close and she knew it.
This was quite honestly one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced. If I could capture Riley on her knees, her dark head bobbing back and forth, I’d never need to fantasise about anything else. Riley was ruining me for all other girls. Hell, she’d ruined me in freshman year. Sex with other girls was good. Sex with Riley was lifechanging.
“Riley.”
My voice came out gravellier than I’d ever heard it.
With a strained swallow she moaned again, her fingernails sinking into my hamstrings. She tightened her lips and began moving faster.Fuck.I couldn’t hold off. I shot off in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Riley took each drop gracefully, her throat wobbling as she slowed her movements.
In a blissed stupor, I dropped my head onto my forearm, watching in admiration as Riley slowly got back to her feet and licked her lips. Placing her palms on my pecks, she rested her forehead on my chest. I’ll bet she could hear my erratic heart. I doubt it would slow down anytime soon.
Neither of us said a word for what felt like an entire period. After a while she pulled back to look at me. We were so close. Barely an inch between our lips. If I kissed her, would she kiss me back? Maybe. But I didn’t want it to happen like this. She needed to come to me first.
“When is your next game?” she asked.
“Wednesday. Morning skate ends at ten.”
Riley inhaled deeply enough to summon the courage to jump from an airplane. “My house straight after?”
She looked partly nervous, like she was worried I might shut her down.
Not a fucking chance.
I wasn’t one of those guys who needed to preserve testosterone, and if there was one thing I was willing to fuck up my routine for, it was Riley Dover.
I grinned. “I’ll be there.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
You decide
WILL
