“But since it’s you,” he said gruffly, “I’ll ask instead. Do you want to suck my dick, Sam?”
Without bothering to answer that no-brainer, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid the denim material down her legs. His eyes widened again. She wasn’t wearing panties either, and the appreciation on his face told her going commando had been a very good decision.
With her jeans on the parquet floor at her feet, she was now naked. Naked and hot and wetter than she’d ever been in her entire twenty-six years. She sauntered up to him, bunched the bottom of his T-shirt in her hands and peeled the shirt off his rock-hard chest.
She pressed her mouth to his bare chest and kissed it. He smelled like soap and spice. Her tongue darted out and licked a flat brown nipple. He tasted like one hundred percent man.
God, this was fun. She’d fantasized about this so many times, it was almost surreal to finally experience it.
She rubbed herself against him, licking his chest, kissing it, sucking on his nipples. Then she brushed her tongue down his body and sank to her knees. With deft fingers, she unzipped his jeans and pulled them down his toned legs, then tugged at his black boxer briefs. He kicked the pants and boxers aside. His thick, erect cock jutted out and brushed against her cheek.
With a faint smile, she tilted her head and met his gaze. His eyelids were heavy, the muscles in his face taut. Oh, how she loved that face. The hard angles, the defined jaw, the stubble dotting his chin. Masculine. Sexy.
“You’re a tease,” he muttered, eyes flashing with unrestrained lust.
“Yeah, so?”
She grasped his dick with one hand, squeezed his tight ass with the other, and lowered her mouth to him.
She kissed him.
He shuddered.
A bead of moisture formed on his tip and she sucked it in, savoring the salty, male taste of him. She took him deeper in her mouth, running her tongue along his shaft while pumping him at the same time.
“Shit,” Riley choked out.
She pulled back. “Something wrong?”
“Hell, no. Keep doing that.”
She obliged. Riley’s ragged breaths and soft groans encouraged her to be more daring. Stroking his cock with her hands, she teased his balls with her tongue. Then she licked him from shaft to tip, once, twice, long, sensual strokes that had him groaning with pleasure. She felt his cock pulsing against her tongue and he grew impossibly harder, hotter, the more she teased. After a few more torturous licks, she took his tip into her mouth and sucked on it, swirled her tongue over his velvety skin then sucked again. Hard.
He moaned, and a jolt of pleasure spiraled down her body and seized her clit. She could’ve stayed there all night, on her knees, jerking him off, sucking him off, but the ache between her legs refused to dissipate. It only grew stronger, throbbed harder, making her so wet and aroused she could barely breathe.
Whimpering against his tip, she gave it one last lick then shot to her feet and pressed her naked body to his. “Come to bed.”
“If I can walk,” he replied with a shaky chuckle.
“I think you’ll make it.”
She moved toward the shadowy hallway without turning to see if he’d follow. She knew he would. He’d come up here, after all. Not even Riley would be cruel enough to walk away now.
She smiled when she heard his footsteps and heavy breathing behind her. A second later, she stopped in her tracks, taken aback by the feel of his lower body thrusting against her ass. He clasped her waist with those calloused hands, and she sagged against the wall, sticking her butt out so his erection grazed between her cheeks.
“I could fuck you right now, right against this wall,” Riley hissed out, planting an open-mouth kiss between her shoulder blades.
She sucked in a breath. “Do it.”
“No.”
He rubbed his cock against her crease, bending down just enough so that his blunt head danced across her wet opening.
“I want to make you come first,” he added, then tugged a chunk of blonde hair out of the way so he could kiss the nape of her neck.
She shivered. “Trust me, I’ll come the second you shove yourself inside me.”
“Later,” he said absently. “First I want to drive you wild. With my tongue.”
He gave her bottom a little push and urged her in the direction of the bedroom.
Oh God. She’d never been so turned on. She’d known it would be like this. Riley Scott had gotten under her skin from the second she’d laid eyes on him. His husky laughter and cocky grins never failed to make her hot. His rough voice made her hotter. The sight of his hard, naked body sent a full-blown inferno raging through her.
No lights in the bedroom, either. She liked it. Stretching across the mattress on the floor, Riley was nothing more than a shadow as he loomed over her. The darkness made everything more seductive. Sexier. Dirtier.
He didn’t comment on the lack of furniture, just swept his gaze over her naked body and murmured, “Spread your legs.”