Page 55 of Riot Rules
We exist in a blissed-out bubble of contented silence for a while. Neither of us rush to fill in the gaps with noise. The soft push and pull of her breathing is enough for me. I’m drowsy, dipping in and out of sleep, when she whispers, “Are you cold?”
I slowly shake my head.
“Then…” She smiles impishly. “D’you wanna see something cool?”
“Always.”
I hate that she gets up and leaves. However, watching her pad barefoot and completely naked across the observatory does have its benefits. I rake my teeth over my bottom lip, stifling a groan as I watch her hips and ass sway, and Carina throws a blushing glance over her shoulder.
“Animal,” she accuses. She stops in front of the door and laughs. “Brace yourself. You might get a little wet.”
Didn’t I say that to her, earlier?
The front of a small panel mounted on the wall goes up, and Carrie hits the button inside. The loud, grating screech of steel on steel fills the observatory, and the heavens crack open. Or rather, theceilingdoes.
A shower of water sprinkles down into our little sanctuary, as the shutter above us inches back, revealing the night sky over our heads. The brief smattering of water dies off quickly; it was just the remnants of the rain from earlier that had gathered on the observatory’s roof. The large rectangle of midnight blue that Carina unveils is free of clouds, now, a color so deep and rich that it looks like you could reach up and touch velvet. At first, I only see five bright points blazing in the little snapshot of space, but my eyes quickly adjust and there are more. So many more. A sea of stars. It’s astonishing.
Carina hurries across the observatory. Her tits bounce, nipples tightened to little punctuation marks despite the humid night air, and I have trouble trying to decide where I should look. Then, she’s back underneath the blankets, nestling into my side like it’s a perfectly normal thing to do, like the circle of my arms is a safe harbor and not a terribly dangerous place to be.
She points up, her index hovering in my field of view. “That, right there? That’s Mars.”
“Bullshit.”
“It is!” she laughs. “How can you call bullshit? It’s bright red!”
“That…” I kiss her, because I can, and it feels fucking good. “…is a Boeing 747.”
Her mouth falls open. She shoves me halfheartedly, and this whole thing suddenly feels so normal andgoodthat I need to clench my right hand into a fist as hard as I can underneath the blankets, where she can’t see. “That is not a plane,” she insists. “That’s a planet. How can you possibly think that’s a plane? Plane’smove!”
I shrug. “Sorry,Stella. You can’t see planets with the naked eye.” The pinprick of red in the skyisMars. You can see plenty of the planets without a telescope just by looking up, depending on what time of year it is, but where’s the fun in admitting this when Carrie looks so cute in all of her outrage?
She watches me quietly for a second, then says, “Stella? What’s that, a new nickname you haven’t told me about?”
I sigh, regretting letting the name slip out of my mouth. I’ve been thinking it ever since she started talking about her passion for astronomy earlier, and it just kind of…stuck. “Stellaluna.Stars and moon. You’re way more beautiful than the night sky, Carrie. And…I dunno. Carrie just doesn’t seem to fit you somehow.”
Her eyes go wide. “What do you mean, it doesn’tfitme?”
“I don’t know. You just…don’t look like a Carina. Not to me. I can’t put my finger on it.” Ahhh, fuck. I’m digging myself an early grave over here. She’s gone very quiet, very still, and I can’t really blame her. I just told her that I don’t think her name suits her. Time for some last-minute maneuvers. “Or…I could have just called youStellaby accident, ’cause that was the name of the last girl I fucked, and I got you confu—ow!”
She pinches me hard. Pinches me again. “Oh my god! You’d better be joking!”
“I am! I am!”
““Youwantme to fight you, don’t you?” She digs me in the ribs, laughing, and just like that, a fundamental part of the very coding that makes memeoverwrites itself. I realize that I’m smiling. I grab her wrists and pin her to the blankets, spinning her over so I’m on top of her, and I’msmiling, and she’slaughing. What the fuckisthis?
Our bodies are flush. Her tits heave, her nipples just begging to be sucked on again. Holyshit. With her hands restrained over her head, so many dark, filthy thoughts begin to form in my mind. The things I could do to her like this.
Fuck.
My smile begins to fade. She must be able to feel me getting turned on, my cock growing harder against her stomach. She squirms a little, licking her lips, her breathing coming a little quicker. She wants me. She fuckingwantsme. I could spend forever like this, sliding my dick into her, rubbing my fingers on her clit, teasing her, teaching her, showing her how good it feels to be my plaything. Screw managing the estate and becoming a boring cabinet minister. Only a mad motherfucker would turn his back onthis.
She’s already swallowed my come tonight, though. There’ll be time for more tomorrow. Half the fun of this is the wanting, and I want to keep this beautiful creature hungry. I want her waking up in the middle of the night, desperate for my tongue on her clit and my fingers in her cunt. I want her in a permanent state of arousal, to the point where, no matter how many times she comes by her own hand, it’ll never be enough. She’ll always wantme.
I let her go, rolling off her, and Carrie lets out a petulant little whimper that almost makes me reassess my decision and climb back on top of her. “Tease,” she complains.
“Trust me, sweetheart. We haven’t gotten close to the teasing part yet.”
She buries her face into the blankets and groans. A corner of the blanket lowers, so that just one dark eye and half a frown is visible, and I just about die. She’s the perfect balance of cute and sexy. “You’re the worst,” she mumbles.
