Riley grabbed the box of condoms from the top dresser drawer and ripped it open. She’d purchased the box with wishful thinking in mind, and now she was glad she’d taken the initiative. She did always believe in being a prepared woman though she couldn’t have anticipated Riley.
He tore the packet open and turned, not completely around, but just enough so she could see him roll the condom on. She swallowed, remembering the feel of him, how he’d twitched in her palm.
Riley glanced at her, one side of his mouth hitched up.
He was doing this on purpose, treating her to a show.
She crooked her finger at him.
This wasn’t just sex or lust, it was fun. Because of Riley, how he made her focus on these micro moments.
“You ready for this sixty seconds?” he asked.
“Get over here,” she said.
He walked toward her, his cock bobbing with each step. There was a glint in his eye she didn’t quite trust. He was up to something.
She wasn’t going to forget tonight. It was going to stick with her, sixty seconds of satisfaction or no. The sex didn’t matter, it all boiled down to Riley and her. That was what set this apart.
He stopped next to the lounge and bent, kissing her mouth. He dug his hand into her hair, grabbing a handful. She pushed up, wanting more. He tugged on her hair, so she got on her knees, splaying her hands on his abs.
“Turn around,” he said.
A shiver went through her. She wasn’t the only one with needs or ideas. She grinned and turned, bracing her forearms on the back of the lounge.
“Like this?” She peered over her shoulder at him.
“Yeah.” Riley twisted her hair around his hand.
Her breath caught in her throat and she closed her eyes.
“Is that too hard?” He kissed her shoulder, across to the base of her neck.
“I’ll tell you when,” she said.
“Got your timer ready?”
“Shut up.”
“What if I last longer? Do I get a prize?”
“This isn’t good enough?” She pressed her hips back against him.
He chuckled. Try as she might, she couldn’t keep from joining him. This is what she really wanted. The connection, the mutual desire. She liked who she was with Riley. He understood her, the drive that pushed her to come here, to do what she’d thought was best.
His fingers slid along her folds, bringing her back to the moment.
The pleasure would be a bonus. The real treat was being here with him.
“Fuck, you’re wet.” He pressed his forehead to her shoulder as his fingers slid inside her.
She rocked back until she felt his knuckles against her.
“Sixty seconds,” he whispered.
“Shut up.” God, she was going to regret those words.
Erin leaned forward and his fingers slid out of her. She dropped her head forward and listened to the cushions as he shifted, felt the press of his thighs against hers.
Riley tugged on her hair. She rocked back, meeting the head of his erection. His hand closed on her hip and he thrust. She dug her nails into the cushions, sucking in breath as he filled her.
“Oh, God.” She dropped her forehead to the cushion.
“Put in a good word for me?” Despite the humorous question, his voice was strained.
Erin laughed, caught off guard.
He leaned over her, gripping the cushion next to her arm, covering her body with his. He kissed the back of her neck, a tender gesture she wasn’t prepared for. Her insides quivered, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Timer’s running.” He was breathless, and they’d barely begun.
She opened her eyes just enough to see his hand, all the tendons sticking out in stark relief. He eased out of her, the grip on her hair relaxing. She squeezed the cushions, holding on tight, but it didn’t prepare her. He pulled on her hair, her scalp prickling. At the same moment he thrust, rocking her forward. Quakes of pleasure shook her, and she knew she was in over her head.
Riley wrapped more of her hair around his hand. She rocked forward, unwilling to wait for him. His cock slid from within her. Without warning he tugged sharply on her hair, rocking into her. His hips pressed against her ass.
She swallowed, but it was difficult. Her whole body vibrated with the sensation of fullness, being alive.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered.
Riley gripped her hip, pushing her forward. She turned her head. The image of him behind her, his gaze focused on the point where their bodies joined, would be burned into her mind forever. There was something about the intensity, how every fiber was focused on that one point, that resounded within her.
He glanced at her, their gazes locking.
Did he know she was a hopeless romantic? Had she guarded her secret well enough?
He pulled on her hair. She pushed back against him, their bodies joining harder this time. She whimpered and buried her face in the cushions.
This time he didn’t guide her. He kept a tight hold on her hair and drove into her again and again. She rocked back, but he was in control. He fucked her with long hard strokes, thrusts that left her gasping for air. Her body hummed with the pleasure of it.
Riley groaned and leaned forward. He gently bit her shoulder, and she shivered. She loved his contradictions, funny and demanding. Strong and gentle. This world hadn’t ruined him.
He let go of her hair and reached around, his fingers stroking her mound. She flexed her hips, rocking forward then back. There wasn’t much distance to play with, but it was something. He found her clitoris by feel. She shivered the moment he pressed his finger to it. He massaged it in a little circle, short-circuiting the rest of her rational thought.
She moaned and rocked against him in time to his stroking, the coil of desire tightening inside her. As much as she wanted to go on like this, her body could only take
