by Hawke Oakley
Bucky nickered.
I kissed her nose. “I still love you, too, though.”
“Well, you three have fun working out your little love triangle,” Molly said sarcastically as she turned to leave.
“Thanks,” I said.
Mom and Dad seemed to take the hint and waved us goodbye as they left the barn as well. When they were gone, I grabbed Riley by the front of his shirt and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss. The hot wet heat of his mouth went straight to my dick. I was already on an endorphin rush and making out was making me almost high with pleasure.
“God,” I muttered as we broke apart. “You are just the fucking… sexiest, hottest guy on the planet.”
Before he could reply I crushed my lips against his again. I wanted his hands on my body. I wanted all of him at once. He had one hand on the back of my neck and the other around my waist, dipping me gently as he deepened the kiss. Everything went hot and foggy with lust.
When we finally split for air, his pupils were blown wide. I could feel his cock bulging out in the front of his jeans. I quirked a brow.
“Want to finish what we started earlier?” I asked, my voice low.
Riley smirked as he pressed his lips to mine. “Do you even have to ask?”
Chapter Twenty-Three
I said a quick goodbye to Bucky as I put her away in the paddock before Riley and I stumbled back to my room. Molly caught my eye as we passed her and she understood without me having to say anything.
“Mom, Dad, you still wanna go out for that breakfast?” she called to them in the other room.
“Sure, I’m starving,” Dad said.
Molly shot me a wry grin and I thanked God for her. I mouthed thank you as Riley and I hid out of sight until they had all left, then we scrambled upstairs and Riley practically threw me on top of the bed.
“God, you’re so hot,” I whimpered as he crawled on top of me.
“You’re hot,” he murmured, gently biting my lower lip. “Fuck. Look at you.”
I took his face in my hands. “Shut up and make out with me.”
So he did. We kissed, deep and passionate and hard. Saliva trickled down my jaw and it felt so disgustingly dirty. My cock strained in my pants. We hadn’t done anything but kiss but I was already painfully hard.
“Wait,” I muttered, panting heavily. “I need more. Undress me.”
He didn’t wait for further instructions. He tore my zipper apart and threw off my jeans, instantly palming my cock through my briefs when the opportunity presented itself. I groaned and rose against his touch. He squeezed my cock, making me squeak.
“Don’t tease me,” I said.
“But you make such cute little noises when I do,” he murmured, nipping at my lip again.
I started grumbling but it broke off into a moan as he pulled my briefs down and his hand made contact with my flesh. It throbbed under his touch and I bit my lip.
“Fuck,” I hissed. “How am I already this hard?”
“I dunno, but I like it,” Riley muttered. He pressed his mouth to mine, sloppily making out with me as he slowly stroked my cock. He angled his body to be half on top of mine, using his weight to keep me pinned down so I couldn’t buck my hips up in a desperate attempt at more contact. I groaned into his mouth.
“I need your cock in me,” I said breathlessly when he pulled away. “Now.”
“Right now?” he asked, teasing my slit with his fingertip.
“Yes,” I hissed. “Now.”
He laughed softly in my ear. “Well, I can’t say no to that, can I?”
He pulled away, sitting up to lean over to the nightstand and rummage through the bottom drawer. I was sweating with anticipation. He finally found the bottle of lube and made a big display of flicking the cap off while making eye contact with me.
“Don’t make me laugh when I’m trying to be horny,” I muttered.
Riley shot me a sultry glance under half-lidded eyes. He said, low, “You won’t be laughing when I’m balls deep in you.”
I shuddered. “God. Fuck.”
Lube dripped down my ass as Riley slathered his cock and my hole in preparation. I couldn’t help a needy groan, pushing myself back.
“Be patient, baby,” he said.
“I can’t,” I whined. “I need your cock in me, now.”
“You’re so greedy,” he said. “Let me take the edge off your horniness first.”
With barely any resistance, I suddenly felt one of Riley’s fingers slip into my hole, slippery and wet from lube.
I whimpered. “More...”
Another fingertip pressed against my entrance before slowly pushing inside. I couldn’t do anything but moan and pray that he would hurry up. The fingers were good, but I needed more. He started scissoring them gently, stretching me open. I hissed at the shocks of pleasure shooting down my spine. The entire lower half of my body felt hot and tense, like a coiled spring. My dick was already beading with pre-cum. “Hurry.”
With a deep grunt, Riley pulled back his hand and eased back in. He squirted more lube on his fingers and they plunged deeper inside me, like they were meant to be there. I was lost for words as his fingers twisted and curled inside my ass, teasing and incredible.
“I’m gonna fuck you hard,” he said. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, yes, fuck – “
Riley pulled his hand out again, and then slammed his two fingers inside me, hard and deep. I let out a choked noise. White flashes exploded behind my eyes. My jaw fell slack and I was lost for words.
“How was that?” he asked.
I muttered something unintelligible.
He chuckled. “Words, please, Aaron.”
“Do it again,” I managed to spit out.
He laughed smugly at me before twisting his hand back slowly out, then ramming into me hard again. I heard the obscene wet squelching noise every time he did it and it turned me on so fucking much. I shut my eyes, rocking my hips back in time with his movements.
Then he twisted his wrist, angled and shoved his fingers into my prostate.
I thought I was going to die. An explosion of heat and burning pleasure exploded inside me, sending electrifying shocks up my spine. A sound somewhere between a moan and a scream ripped out of my throat. As I came down from the sudden crash of pleasure, I realized Riley had his fingers gripped tightly around the base of my cock so I wouldn’t cum.
“Not… fucking… fair,” I panted.
“We just started, babe,” he said with a grin. “I want you nice and pent up for when I fuck you.”
My face flopped into the pillow and I groaned. The dirty talk was so good.
“You ready for three?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I mumbled.
More lube squirted behind me, and then I felt the pressure of a third finger pushing inside me. I held my breath, concentrating on the sensation of three fingers slowly fucking their way inside me. I closed my eyes, breathing heavily. “God, that’s good.”
“Don’t cum yet,” he said, but I knew it was all just for show. How could I with the way his fingers were gripped tight around my cock?
“I won’t.”
As his fingers stretched me from the inside, Riley gently pumped my rock-hard cock, careful not to let me get too excited. I felt myself throbbing in his grasp.
“Such a fuckin’ tease,” I groaned.
“You love it.”
When he was satisfied with how much he’d prepared me, his fingers slipped out of my ass and I moaned at the sudden loss. It felt so empty now.
“You better be preparing to fuck me,” I muttered.
“Don’t worry, babe, I am.”
I grunted, whiny and desperate, shifting my ass higher in the air. I felt like such a slut but I needed it so badly. Then I felt it – the firm, amazing pressure of his cock head pressing against my hole. I made a keening noise and tried to push back onto him, but with his free hand he held my hip tightly, making sure I couldn’t move.
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sp; “Stay still,” he ordered. “And let me fuck you.”
“God,” I gasped. “Please.”
I gasped as his cock pushed past my tight ring of muscle, into the space that had felt so empty only a moment ago. His cock was wider and thicker than his fingers, and filled me up so perfectly. I clutched the sheets hard. “Fuck, it’s good.”
“You want more?” he asked, his voice low and sultry.
“Yes, god, please.”
He pulled out ever so slightly before squirting more lube onto himself, then pushed deeper inside my ass. I groaned and clawed at the sheets. My cock was throbbing in his grip.
“Riley,” I whined.
“Yes, babe?”
“Fuck me.”
He chuckled. “I am fucking you.”
“Deeper,” I cried.
“God, you’re so cute when you beg.” He thrust into me suddenly harder and I gasped. I felt stuffed – full. It was fucking incredible.
He slowly increased his pace, thrusting in and out of me in a gentle rhythm, getting me used to being stretched like this. I whimpered and bit my lip as one of his hands went from gripping my waist to snaking up my stomach, up to my chest and playing with one my nipples. Shocks of pleasure rippled through my body, and all I could do was lay there and take it and moan Riley’s name.
His hand on my cock moved ever so slowly, like torture. His touch was light and feathery except for when it was gripping the base of my cock, blocking me from cumming. He was having fun with his little game, but I couldn’t complain. I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my fucking life. My whole body was on fire, my nerve endings exploding at every touch – every flick of Riley’s nail across my nipple, every deep filling thrust of his cock in my ass, every languid stroke of his hand on my dick.
The white hot tension building up in my body was going to explode. I pushed back, desperately, onto Riley at the same time as he thrust into me, and we built a rhythm. His cock was hitting me deeper and harder now, making me cry out in pleasure with each thrust. Sweat was pouring now. Everything was clammy and hot and smelled like sex.
“Fuck,” I whimpered. “How close are you?”
“Pretty damn close,” he grunted. He squeezed my cock in his fist. “You’ve been close for a while, haven’t you?”
“Yeah.” I huffed as he slammed into me again, sending electricity shooting up my spine. “Not like you’d let me cum, though.”
“You finally ready to, babe?” he asked.
I almost moaned at the question. “God, yes.”
“Alright,” he purred.
He pinched the nipple he’d been playing with and I squeaked. At the same time his other hand loosened its grip around my cock and he started pumping me for real, squeezing and twisting his hand up like he was trying to get every last drop of cum out of me. He pounded into my ass, making the bed groan beneath us at every thrust. I was openly moaning now, making incomprehensible noises and crying out Riley’s name.
He leaned over as he pounded into me and started biting and sucking my neck, leaving a trail of hickeys behind. With every bite he’d squeeze my cock in his hand and flick over my nipple, creating a muddled explosion of mild pain and intense pleasure.
“I love you,” he muttered in my ear. His voice was husky and raw from arousal and I could only whimper in response, managing a small, “Love you ,too.”
He angled his hips and drove his cock right into my prostate. I could’ve sworn I went blind for a second. My whole frame shook violently as my orgasm ripped through me. I was practically screaming as I came, my cock pulsing and throbbing in Riley’s grasp. I must have clamped down hard on his dick, too, because he grunted and trembled and then I felt the warm rush of his cum filling me. He drew his hips back, then rocked into me again, riding out his orgasm until he was completely spent. He collapsed on top of me, both of us panting in a sweaty, satisfied heap.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered.
“You can say that again,” Riley said.
“Jesus Christ.”
He laughed, his voice scratchy. “For real, though, that was. Really something else.”
He withdrew his hand from underneath me and observed it. Strands of my cum made his fingers stick together.
I groaned and buried my head in the pillow. “Don’t make me look at that.”
He chuckled and cleaned himself off before flopping down next to me. He kissed me on the cheek.
“Guess what,” he said.
“Another surprise? What is it this time?”
“Nah, this one’s not a surprise. Or at least, I hope it’s not,” he said.
I quirked a brow. “Well?”
He kissed my cheek again, before pressing a chaste one to my lips. “I love you.”
My heart lit up, and so did my face, probably. I leaned closer and buried myself inside his chest, cuddling as close as physically possible. “I love you, too.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Winter break was over. Mom and Dad had Bucky boarded up in the stable for when it got too cold to be outside, but other than that they promised she’d be spoiled rotten until the semester was over and I could get back to her.
I groaned and stretched, flopping down on my stiff dorm bed. It was… not comfortable, to say the least, after having the luxury of sleeping in my own bed for the entire break. But with Riley sleeping next to me most nights, it wasn’t something I could really complain about.
“Hey,” I said, pulling out my phone. Riley, who had been napping in my bed, grumbled and opened his eyes.
“What do you want?” he muttered. “I was having a good dream. It involved you taking it in the ass.”
I blushed and shoved him playfully. Then I brought the phone down so he could see.
“Your cat had kittens,” I said. His expression was priceless. His whole face softened, his eyes widened and sparkled. “Mom sent me pictures. Look.”
I turned up the brightness so he could see them properly – three little bundles of black and orange fur.
“Oh my God,” he murmured. “They’re so cute.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Almost as cute as you.”
He was smirking. “Honey, even I don't think you’re cuter than three newborn kittens.”
I gasped. “You’re a horrible boyfriend!”
“I know, I’m the worst.” He threw his arms around my neck and pulled me down, wrestling his way on top of me so he could shower me in kisses.
“Nooo!” I fake-struggled beneath him. “Release me!”
He laid a big sloppy kiss on my mouth. “Never.”
“What’s going on in this gay-ass room?”
Beth was leaning on the doorframe with a smirk and Caroline looked like her face hurt from smiling so wide.
“You guys!” I yelled. “How’ve you been? How was your break?”
Riley slid off of me so I could go hug both of them. Caroline squealed and almost picked me off the floor with the force of her hug.
“Jesus, have you always been this strong?” I said, huffing when she finally let go.
“It’s because I missed you so much!” she said. She peered inside, then asked, “Can we come in or are we, um, interrupting something?”
Riley turned red and I laughed. “No, it’s fine, come in. You guys can sit on Riley’s bed. It’s not like he ever uses it anymore,” I said, shooting him a mischievous grin. He blushed even harder at that.
“You’ll never guess what Riley did for me,” I began. Beth and Caroline leaned in, waiting with bated breath for my response. “He got back my childhood horse.”
“What?” Beth gasped.
“Oh. My. Gosh!” Caroline shrieked. “That’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard!”
“Dude, Riley, for real,” Beth added. “That must have been really expensive to buy your boyfriend an entire horse, not to mention one with a ton of sentimental value.”
Riley stared away at the wall, his face and ears deep red.
“Oh my gosh, you
two are sooo cute,” Caroline gushed. “I’m so happy for you!”
“Yeah, who knew Riley would turn out to be so big and gay?” Beth said with a grin.
Riley groaned in embarrassment and I threw my arm around his shoulders. “Hey, leave my big gay boyfriend alone. The poor thing thought he was straight his whole life until he met me.”
Beth nodded solemnly. “That truly is a tragedy.”
“So, are you gonna write about this for your project?” Caroline asked.
“What proj – ”
At the same time, Riley and I stopped and stared at each other.
“Oh, shit,” we said.
“You forgot about it, didn’t you?” Beth asked, crossing her arms.
“Uh,” I said. “A little bit.”
“Fuck,” Riley said. “When was the due date?”
“Dr. Z said we had a month, but when did he assign it? Fuck if I remember,” I groaned.
“He’s gonna kill us,” Riley said.
“Well, it was nice knowing you guys,” Beth said.
“You know what? No.” I shot up, grabbing Riley’s arm. “Let’s go settle this. Right now.”
“What – wait, Aaron, where are you going?” Beth asked.
But I was already halfway out the door, dragging Riley behind me. No more running away. From now on, we dealt with things head on – together.
Dr. Z’s office door didn’t seem as looming the second time around. I knocked twice.
“I hope he doesn’t get us expelled,” Riley muttered.
“Oh, come on, he’s not the devil,” I said. I paused, my knuckles hovering over the door, ready to knock again before the door opened and I stumbled back. “Oh, hey, Dr. Z,” I stammered.
“Boys,” he said, greeting us. “What can I do for you? Is there a problem?”
“There might be,” Riley mumbled.
I squeezed his hand in mine, hoping it would make him shut up. “Actually, we were just wondering if, um, you could remind us of the due date… for the, uh, extra assignment you gave us?”
“Hmm.” Dr. Z’s gaze flickered down to our hands – which were clammy and intertwined – and then back up. “I do recall giving you a month to work on that.”