And she’d clearly made herself comfortable on the deep back seat, not only by half-undressing but by singing her heart out. After telling the cab driver her address, Riley continued rendition after annoying rendition of that Cabaret song. Pop wasn’t my thing. In fact, music wasn’t really my thing unless it was classic rock, but Riley had a way of making an irritating song (sung on repeat) sound pretty damn good.
“Riles, how about a new tune?” I all but begged. She was on key, and actually coming up with some clever lyrics that had me laughing, but I was on the verge of hunting down Justin Timberlake myself if I had to suffer through it one more time.
“Okay, then.” She rolled her eyes, tapping her red-painted nails across her red-painted lips. “What do you have in mind?”
Silence was what I had in mind, but there were also a lot of other things swarming through my brain. Not so innocent things. Like dragging my tongue across her flawless skin from her ankle to her thigh. Like sucking that red lipstick right off her lips. Shit! Why was I thinking these things about my best friend’s sister? Why was I thinking these things about someone other than Marissa? Why? Because we were on a break; because I was hurt; because my pride had been blown to smithereens. And quite honestly, at that moment I didn’t want to think about Marissa at all. I was officially a pathetic chump forced into some sort of relationship limbo.
“Penny for your thoughts over there, Beckster?” She interrupted my silent tirade.
Oh, that was it! All thoughts of Marissa vanished at the sound of that fucking nickname again. “Stop calling me that,” I growled playfully, lunging at her, and tickling the soft skin behind her knees.
“Oh my god, Beck. Stop that! Stop…” she trailed off, laughing uncontrollably.
For the first time in days, I allowed myself to laugh too. The musical sound of her contagious giggles and squeals only made my fingers move faster. In an attempt to back away from me, she fell against the seat so that she was lying beneath me as I continued my torture. I hovered over her for a split second, trying to get my brain to make a decision that I wouldn’t regret later. But something else won over and drew me in. I inched my face closer to hers, the magnetic pull of our eyes never losing contact. I leaned down so we were nose to nose, and her breath hitched with the sweetest little gasp as my lips grazed hers, softly at first. But when she tangled her hands in my hair and wrapped her legs around my waist…
I was a goner.
This was Riley Grayson I was groping and devouring in the back of a cab. I should probably be delicate and sweet and kiss her like a gentleman. God damn it, even though I wanted to rip her clothes off and sink my cock between those delicious thighs, I tamed the urge as I gently cupped her face in my hands.
For a split second, our eyes locked and I saw past the fervent lust and the sudden craving. It might be nice to enjoy this the right way. Riley and I could…
Fuck being a gentleman! I wanted her legs spread open, her feet resting on my shoulders as I pounded into her and made her scream.
Unable to ignore my building urgency, I surged our bodies together, grinding my cock against her. Our tongues became wild, exploring unchartered, yet familiar, territory. I must’ve always wanted to kiss Riley and never knew how badly. Sucking her tongue and biting her lips while confined in this tight space was like feeding a hunger I never knew existed. The immediate friction of our writhing bodies had her arching her hips off the seat and grinding into the bulge trapped in my jeans.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. These sounds were killing me and urging me to keep going.
As we continued our kiss, her breathing intensified while my hands roamed her body, finally making their way up her legs and under her skirt. Shit, she felt like heaven beneath my fingertips. I wanted to feel all of her. To taste all of her. To have my pulsing cock inside her. God, even though I’d never been with her before, it was like I couldn’t get enough. I don’t know—maybe it was the thrill of having a one-man audience, or the idea that she was forbidden fruit, but this was one insanely powerful first kiss. And I certainly didn’t want it to end there.
Lucky for us, just as I was about to rip her skirt off—and she was gonna let me, too—the car came to a stop and the cabbie cleared his throat. “That’ll be $18.55.”
Still unable to disconnect myself from Riley, I reached into my pocket and threw the guy a few bills. “Keep the change.” I was pretty sure it was two twenties—not only had we given the guy a free peep show, but he also got the best tip of the night out of us. I so did not give a fuck. I needed to be out of this cab and inside her pussy.
“Fuck! What am I doing?” Riley muttered as she smoothed down her skirt, readjusted herself, and sat up.
I was already standing outside the cab, with an outstretched hand and tented jeans. Was this where it ended? Was the magic over? Or was there a chance to convince her it was okay to try this on for size?
Shit! What the fuck was I doing? I was in love with another woman, even if things were a little messy right now.
But…
There it was. That dangling conjunction that could make or break any fucking sentence, any goddamn decision—right or wrong. In this case, my but was that I had to see this through—even if it was a dick move and a cop-out distraction from my problems with Marissa.
Trying to sound like a gentleman—let me rephrase that, a gentleman who wanted to try his luck at getting in her pants—I grabbed her hand and said, “Riles, we’re just having fun. Come on, I’ll walk you inside.”
“Beck, if I let you walk me inside, I’m going to want you stay. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
It wasn’t a good idea and I thought it was incredible that even after our heated kiss in the cab and in her tipsy state, Riley could still make a good judgment call.
I placed a hand at the small of her back, helping her up the cobblestone steps. “You sure? I can get you a glass of water and a few aspirin and tuck you in for the night.” Bullshit. Once I was in her bedroom the only thing I’d be tucking was my dick inside her warmth.
Turning to face me, a smile spread across her stunning face. Even with glazed over eyes and lipstick smudged to oblivion, she was breathtaking. Why hadn’t I noticed that until now?
“What are you smiling about?” I asked, grinning myself.
“That was fun back there,” she admitted, biting on her lower lip, and running her hands through her trendy, short hair.
I walked up another step to meet her face to face again, reaching out to tuck a piece of her dark hair behind her ear. It was an intimate move, but my hands needed to touch a part of her again. I’d even settle for those few strands of errant hair. “Riles, let me inside so we can continue that fun.”
She paused for a beat, staring at my lips, then licked her own. When our eyes met again, I swear I could see the desire raging behind those gorgeous blue orbs. “Fuck it,” she finally said, reaching for her keys and unlocking the door. She looked over her shoulder and arched an eyebrow. “You only live once, right?”
We wasted no time getting our lips reacquainted. The door had barely shut behind us and I was mauling her again. Not that she was complaining—unless panting and moaning against my mouth was some form of complaint.
The house was dark, but I could see my way around, noticing a room with a large comfy couch and nothing that looked breakable. The cottony scent of just-washed-clothes mixed with a warm hint of vanilla was inviting—as if all my other senses weren’t already making themselves at home.
Still kissing her, I clutched her waist to keep her steady, backing her into the room. When I started to guide her down on the couch, she broke away. “Beck, I—”
“Let me guess. Expensive upholstery?” I asked against her neck.
She laughed and backed up a drop, as she tried to fix the lipstick that was now fading from the frantic nature of our kiss. “No, but—wanna go upstairs?”
I was stunned for a moment, happy that she wasn’t hesitating because she was having doubts.
I was the one who should be having doubts, but I just couldn’t bring myself to deny her invitation. I wanted this. More than I’d ever wanted a girl before, and I owed it to myself to find out why. But actually going up to her bedroom made it seem premeditated. I could live with myself and the guilt that was sure to creep up eventually if it seemed like a spontaneous act of lust. On the couch. It was all such bullshit—I knew it even as I thought it. There was no excuse, but I’d worry about the consequences later. When my brain wasn’t high off images of fucking this girl to oblivion.
“I’m kind of digging right here, Riles. Is that okay?” Dim light seeped in through the windows. I watched her shadowed face for a reaction.
Without waiting a beat, she crossed her arms, curling her fingers inside the hem of her top and lifted it over her head. “Here’s perfect. Just take me already.”
Holy shit! I’d pegged her wrong all this time! She was an aggressive business woman, but she seemed shy and reserved in everything else she did. Guess I was wrong when it came to reading women. Mentally at least. Her hard pink nipples showed through the thin lace of her bra, begging to be tasted. Her pale, smooth skin was marked with thousands of tiny goose bumps, giving away her vulnerability. I knew how to read body language, and staring at her flawless figure—a perfect little bellybutton that I envisioned collecting the cum I wanted to squirt all over her smooth flat stomach—she was ready and willing. Did I really just think about coming all over Riley Grayson? There was no time to think about all the reasons we shouldn’t be doing this, because none of those reasons could convince me it was wrong. As quickly and unexpectedly as it was happening, it felt right. It felt familiar.
“I like the sound of that, sweet thing.”
Her hands crept into the waistline of her mini-skirt, but I inched closer, wanting the honor of undressing the rest of her. “Allow me,” I said, kneeling down and pulling the skirt down her legs from the bottom. When I reached her feet, she stepped out of it one foot after the other, still wearing her heels. “These are pretty sweet too, but wouldn’t you rather take them off?”
“Mmmhmm. Good idea. I can get kind of clumsy,” she admitted with a giddy giggle.
As she kicked them off one-by-one with a thud against the carpet, she held my shoulders for support. I stroked her legs, up and down, finally stopping to cup her ass. She wore a barely-there lace thong, allowing my hands the much needed skin-on-skin contact. I lightly slapped one perky cheek and then gripped harder, pulling her closer to me.
When she felt my breath between her legs, her own breath hitched. I sucked in her scent through my nose, hypnotized by the sweet musky aroma of her arousal. “Fucking amazing, Riles. I just know you’re going to be delicious.”
At my words, her legs opened ever so slightly, allowing me access to what I wanted most. Hooking my fingers in her panties, I slid them down her legs, stopping at her thighs. I couldn’t even wait the half a second to taste her. My tongue darted out to caress her clean-shaven pussy, and when I skimmed it over her swollen clit I felt her legs go to jelly in my hands.
“Ohhhh, Beck. Please don’t stop.”
Pausing, I smiled up at her—hooded lids at half mast, her bottom lip between her teeth—she looked like she was in the best kind of pain possible. “I have no intention of it, baby. I’m just getting started.” With that, I buried my face between her legs and grabbed her hips, moving her around so she could sit on the couch. “Sit down, baby. Get comfortable. I like to take my time.”
“You keep doing that, it’ll take no time at all.”
“We’ll see.” I pushed her down against the plush cushion and spread her legs. She lifted one and draped it over my shoulder. I dug my fingers into her thigh, loving the idea of her anchoring herself to me. I’d imagined my face between Riley’s legs, just never actually thought I’d get the chance. And never had I expected it to be so addicting after one sweet sample.
Her hips arched off the cushion in fucking harmony with each thrust of my tongue. I lapped at her arousal and circled her clit, while working my fingers in and out of her. I could tell she was close by the way she cried out my name and twisted her fingers in my hair, but I wanted this to last.
“Oh my god, I’m going to come. I swear to Christ, Beck, you’re going to make me come!”
Was it a surprise that I could do that to her? The way it came out of her mouth made it sound that way. Was it wild? I suppose. I’d known her since I was a little kid. But I didn’t want her thinking of me as her brother’s little pal right now. I was the guy who was about to give her the best orgasm of her life.
I stiffened my tongue to enter her and my hand crept around to cup her behind. I urged her to grind her pussy against my mouth as my fingers slowly trailed the crease of her ass. When she didn’t move my hand away or give any indication that she didn’t like where this was leading, I settled between her cheeks and found her other opening with one finger. She let out another melodious gasp and then her hand reached mine at her rear. But instead of stopping me, she urged me to continue thrusting in and out of the incredible tightness. “Mmmm, you like that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, still guiding my finger with one hand, and keeping my head in place between her legs with the other.
“I can’t hear you,” I growled, pausing my licking. “Tell me that you like it.”
I brought my tongue back to her flesh, and her head flew back as she screamed, “I fucking love it! Oh. My. God. I love it.”
More sweetness erupted into my mouth and I lapped it up, like a starving man. Was I starved? No, not really, but there was something about getting that taste—that sexy, addicting, fucking glorious taste—of something I’d desired from afar, that was out of reach, the impossible victory. Shit, it felt like I’d just won the fucking lottery.
“Wow, babe. That was fucking hot as hell.” It was and I wanted more, but I didn’t want to push her. I rose from my knees and joined her on the couch. Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes and took it all in. How did this happen so quickly without so much as one thought about who we were to each other and how this would play out afterwards? You know what—how had this never happened before? There was always strong sexual tension between the two of us, but nothing I thought she’d want to act on. I guess there was a lot about Riley Grayson I didn’t know.
Before I could open my eyes to make some kind of awkward-after-sex comment, Riley was straddling my lap and pulling my shirt up. “Is there more where that came from, Beckster?” she asked, tilting her head and giggling. It was her way of making light of the situation, but I had no intention of turning this night into a silly game.
“Riles, I hate that childish nickname,” I said, gripping her wrists, causing her to look me in the eyes. “So how about we drop that, but I still make you come again.”
“Sounds good, B.” B? I liked that better. No one ever called me that—it felt like our own special thing. How the fuck did Riley and I have our own special thing already?
I didn’t want to think about the emotional side of all this. There was no reason to. This would probably never happen again. It couldn’t happen again. Marcus would kill me if he found out. Marissa would hate me for moving on after only a few days apart. So instead of worrying about those pesky things called morals, I thought about her screaming my name again. “Tell me how you want me to make you come?”
Removing my shirt and unbuttoning my jeans without haste, she said, “With you inside me.”
“I think we can make that happen.”
“Good, now stop talking and get those pants off.”
Aggressive at work and play—Riley was full of surprises. “Yes, boss.”
“Oh God,” she laughed, as I shucked my pants. “I don’t know what’s come over me. I’m not usually like this. It’s just—this is so—”
I brought my fingers to her lips. “Shhh. You have some coming to do.” Her smile brightened and her cheeks reddened. I hooked my hand behind her neck and stared into her eye
s. “I don’t care how you usually are in bed. Tonight it’s me and you and this crazy connection we’ve got going on. It feels good, doesn’t it?” I ground my erection against her wet folds.
“So. Fucking. Good.”
“Then let’s keep going.”
“Okay,” she said, taking my cock in her hand and stroking it. She sat up tall and started to lower herself on top of me.
“Bareback, Riles? Are you sure?” I was clean and Marissa always made me wear a condom, but this was yet another surprise from the always straight-and-narrow Riley.
“I’m positive. I’m on the pill. Please, Beck, I need you inside me already.”
I should’ve probably been more persistent—I wasn’t the one in a cloudy alcohol haze—but I didn’t even have any condoms on me, and I wasn’t about to stop with the tip of my dick already making headway.
“Decisions, decisions,” I pretended to contemplate the pros and cons of living out the fantasy I’d had for a long time. When she tilted her head and rolled her eyes, I finally gave in like I intended all along. “Okay. I trust you. I know you’re a good girl.”
She arched an eyebrow and grabbed my hard-on with a tight squeeze. “Call me a good girl again and I’ll have to go back to Beckster,” she joked.
“Shit! Okay, you’re a very bad girl, Riles. Now please, let me in.”
Finally entering her slowly at first, I hissed with pure pleasure as she opened up for me and said, “Now, no more talking unless you’re begging for more.”
I stayed silent and rocked my hips so that we started to move faster. Her small but beautiful tits bounced as she sped up the pace, urging me deeper and deeper. I held on to her ass and encouraged her to grind against me each time she bounced up and down onto my lap. My dick felt like it was reaching unimaginable depths that way. I was buried in her addictive warmth and I never wanted to escape. “Shit, Riles. You feel so fucking good.”
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