Riley’s excited breathing filled the room. I ran my palm over her ass and down the dip in her lower back. The second I found her hair, I twisted my fingers in it and pulled. Her head jerked back at my tug, coming to attention right away.
With her hair wrapped tight in my hand and her legs stuck between mine, she was trapped. Holding onto her hip, I nudged my pelvis forward. The end of my dick slipped along her opening. Juices kissed my bulging head. Only then did I realize I didn’t have a condom.
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
Riley pushed her ass back, silently asking for me to enter her. I closed my eyes, seeing the look on Seth’s face when he talked about her, seeing the hurt in her eyes when she walked out of the coffee shop. Popping my eyes open, I let loose and slammed into her.
Riley nearly fell forward from the force of my thrust. Only my hands, one in her hair and one on her hip, kept her upright. I pummeled into her again and again. Soft, muffled noises flew from her lips.
Satisfying warmth collected in my core. Each stroke brought me closer and closer to marking Riley. Realizing I was too eager, I slowed down, needing to draw this whole act out for as long as possible. Riley began to shake, her legs trembling against mine.
Pulling out of her, I fell onto the bed, my head on the pillow. Riley turned to me in expectation. Seeing her so ready, so willing to defer to me, made me grin.
I silently guided her, helping her to turn around and climb onto me. Her feet planted on either side of my hips, she lowered herself into a reverse cowgirl position. My dick hungrily reached up for her. Down, down she went, sliding onto me once more.
With my hands gently rocking her hips, she teetered back and forth. Her head dropped back in a silent cry of ecstasy. I wrapped one arm around her stomach and eased her down and against me. With her back flush against my chest, my dick was still buried between her tender thighs. I pummeled upwards and into her, pushing myself deeper with each stroke.
It still wasn’t enough. I’d made her mine, but I needed her to know it for sure. Turning her face to the side, I swept my tongue into her mouth. Her own tongue eagerly emerged and ran over mine. Keeping one hand on her hip to hold her tight, I closed my other hand lightly around her neck.
With her firmly contained by the hip and neck, she was nothing more than my slave. Finally, she was absolutely and completely mine. I thought I owned her before, but now I knew it without a doubt. Tightening both of my grips the slightest amount, I jackhammered into her.
She loved it. Wetness flowed from her, increasing the sensations between us. Her tongue eagerly lapped at mine. She was right where I wanted her, and it was more fucking right than anything had ever been in my whole life.
Riley shook against me, her pussy frantically clenching my shaft. I felt her explosion as it reverberated through her body and entered mine. She groaned against my mouth, satiated and still hungry at the same time.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I quickly and carefully slipped out from under her, my dick screaming from the intensity. Seizing the base of it, I gave it one good, long stroke. Hot ropes of cum flew out, coating Riley’s stomach. The drops came on and on, thick and heavy. I pumped my length until there was nothing left, until she was so marked that she’d never be able to wash my scent off her.
Finally spent, I lowered my face to Riley’s and gave her a furious kiss. She tilted her face up to mine and sucked at my teeth and tongue. Pulling back a few inches, I looked down at her in satisfaction.
“Only I get to do that to you. Understand?”
Her wide pupils gazed up at me, making her look like a deer in front of an approaching car. She licked her lips and quickly blinked. “Yes,” she murmured. “Only you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Riley
Xavier and I lay side by side in bed, the last thirty minutes swirling through my head. When I’d gone to sleep a few hours before, I’d pretty much given up on ever hearing from him again. And now he was naked next to me. I didn’t know what had changed, and I wasn’t complaining… but I was wondering.
Xavier rolled onto his side and trailed his hand down the line of my hip. “I missed that.”
“I did too,” I admitted, folding my hands together and snuggling them under my head.
His eyes floated down my body. “Take a shower with me?”
The offer made me smile in pleasure. “I don’t want to wake Ann-Marie.”
“You think we haven’t already?”
Realization hit me, and I groaned in mortification. “Oh my God. I wasn’t loud, was I?”
“No,” he laughed. “I’m teasing you.”
I swatted his shoulder. “That’s not fair.”
He tugged at my arm. “Come on. I’m going to clean you up.”
I’d already tried with some tissues, but crept into the bathroom, where Xavier turned the shower on full blast. Taking me underneath the spray with him, he soaped up a washcloth and ran it over my body. I closed my eyes and leaned my back into his chest, enjoying the hard planes of his muscles and the soothing steam.
Once we were all cleaned up, we silently made our way back to my bedroom. Ann-Marie’s door was still closed, and thank God for that. If I was lucky, she hadn’t heard one word or moan all night.
Xavier and I both got dressed and settled on the bed, where I faced him cross-legged. The lamp in the corner threw a soft glow on his face, making the sight of him in my bedroom even more surreal.
“So,” I started, but then closed my mouth. Sitting across from each other, fully dressed, made this event suddenly feel like a business meeting. Despite the passion we’d just shared, I was now left feeling awkward all over again.
“You met Seth.”
His short sentence sounded like an accusation. I squared my shoulders and sat up straighter. “Yeah, I did. He told you?”
“I… ran into him.” Xavier ran his hand over his jaw and peered at my desk with interest. “You write?”
“Huh?”
He nodded at the desk. “Do you sit there and write?”
“No,” I answered, confused over the quick change of subject. “I don’t write anything. Though I might be doing work there if I go back to school.”
He looked back at me with new interest. “You’re going back to school?”
“Maybe. I don’t know. Why are you asking? Two seconds ago, we were talking about your friend.”
A dark look passed over his face. “I would consider that a loose use of the term when it comes to him.”
“Why are you asking me about him?”
Xavier’s eyes drifted sideways as if he was looking for an answer. The few seconds of delay in his response was all I needed to see what I’d been missing.
“You’re jealous.”
Xavier’s face snapped back toward mine. “Excuse me?”
“You’re jealous. Seth told you that he talked to me, and you couldn’t stand it, so you thought you’d come over here and...”
I didn’t know what the next part of Xavier’s plan probably was, but I could tell by the way his face was turning red that I’d hit the nail on the head.