Page 75 of What Are the Chances
“How do you want me to fuck you?”
“I don’t care how, so long as it’s now.”
She tugged on the hem of my hoodie. I took the hint and pulled back to whip it off. The second it was gone, her hands were all over me. She wasn’t overly gentle. Her nails scraped along my skin, leaving their mark. Riley might look sweet to the innocent eye, but I knew how wicked she could be.
Backing us up, she walked me in reverse until I was the one bumping into a piece of furniture. I fell onto her soft bed, sinking into the many pillows decorating it.
“How about I do this while you decide?” she whispered.
She reached into the waistband of my sweats and pulled out my dick. Liking where she was going with this, I raised my hips so she could tug my pants and boxers off entirely. I helped by kicking off my shoes.
Her head lowered until her warm mouth was licking along the length of me. She lazily stroked her tongue along my hardened dick, but she didn’t wrap her mouth around it fully.
“You’re a fucking tease, Dover.”
“I wouldn’t have to tease if you weren’t so indecisive.”
Fuck. She was right.
“Sit on my face,” I ordered.
She smirked. “That’s more like it.”
After shimmying out of her pants and underwear, she climbed into position, a thigh on either side of my head. I held her ass in the palm of my hands, bringing her closer. My tongue parted her before finding the desired target. A moan escaped Riley’s lips at the same moment her hips bucked.
Bingo.
Riley had always teased me for not liking sweet things. Clearly she’d never tasted herself, because she was the sweetest fucking thing there was.
Her breath quickened above me, coming out in short, husky pants. I sunk my fingers into her toned ass, devouring her like desert. With a satisfied moan she ground against my face, finding a steady rhythm. I met her halfway, timing my tongue in time with her rocking.
It was a good thing Parker wasn’t home because Riley was whimpering enough to keep my ego stocked for the foreseeable future. If I was to reach down and tug my dick that was well aware that Riley was currently grinding on my face, I’d be coming within seconds.
When I glanced up, I found Riley clutching the headboard tightly while her forehead rested against the wall. A flush painted her breasts, neck and face. That blush was only going to get darker once I was done with her.
She was close. I could feel it in the way her legs were trembling, and in the way I was supporting her body. I didn’t stop. I kept the tempo going until she fell over the edge. She squealed in delight, her thighs clamping around my head as she rode out her orgasm, her pussy spasming on my tongue. I was ready for it to do the same thing around my dick.
Easing off, I gradually slowed my tongue, letting Riley down. With shaky legs she climbed off me, flopping amongst the excessive number of pillows.
“That was fucking hot,” I said, rolling on top of her.
Her mouth pulled up as she mumbled in agreement. She was clearly too satiated to form a coherent sentence, which was more than humbling enough for my self-esteem.
I brushed a sweaty piece of hair off her face. “I’ve decided.”
She chewed her lip. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Now I’ve had you come on me, I want you to come beneath me.”
Her eyes widened in eager anticipation.
“Condom?” I asked.
“Top draw.”
I reached over her to slide open the side table, though before locating the foil packet, my fingers grasped something suspiciously shaped and rubbery. Not being able to help myself, I pulled it from the draw. Riley’s cheeks reddened and her eyes expanded.
“Well, what have we got here?” I teased.
