Now it’s my turn to moan his name. I can feel him chuckle, pleased with his small victory. My back arches up towards him, wanting more of his touch. He responds by moving down and kissing my breasts. I feel his manhood leaving my hands, but what he’s doing with his mouth feels so good that I don’t care. He takes care of me, using every part of him to get me off. I get closer to the edge. He suddenly stops. I let out an involuntary whimper as he slides down my body.
He slips down until his head is between my thighs. He kisses up each leg. His arms snake underneath my legs and reach up to continue to tease my nipples. He kisses closer and closer to my center before diving in. I gasp as his tongue swirls around. I feel shocks of pleasure rock my body. My hands grip the sheets as all of my muscles tense. Then, I feel that sweet release. I gasp and moan in quick succession as the waves roll over me.
He crawls back up to kiss me. I deepen the kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. My hips grind against him, and I feel how hard he still is. I want to return the favor. I push him on his back and slide down until I can access his manhood with my mouth.
I take his shaft and slowly lick up from top to bottom.
“Oh, fuck,” I hear him exclaim.
I’ve barely done anything and he’s already close to the edge. I smile to myself, pleased with my work. I put my lips around his head and begin to suck. He moans as my head bobs up and down his length. It isn’t long before he pushes me off. He pulls me up to him.
“I need you now,” he whispers huskily.
I kiss him and straddle his hips. I line him up with my center and impale myself on him. He feels so good inside of me. His hands tightly grip my hips as I ride him. I lean back, overcome with pleasure. I decide to take control again and direct his hands where I want them to go. He is more than happy to oblige.
Even though he’s inside of me, I feel like I still can’t get enough of him. And he apparently can’t get enough of me either. He flips me on my back and starts thrusting into me harder. We both begin to lose control as we give in to the pleasure. I give in first, shuddering into yet another orgasm. This pushes him over the edge, and he thrusts deeply into me as he finishes.
He rolls off of me and pulls me close. I nuzzle into his chest and feel how perfectly our bodies fit together. He holds me close to him. He feels so warm and strong. Even if this is just to win a court case, I’m content with how we are now.
But that happiness quickly fades into anxiety. What the hell am I doing? I have to ask myself again. I look up at Riker, and he smiles down at me and kisses me forehead. It feels nice, but outside of the pocket of our tantric intimacy, I feel everything that’s confused and wrong about the situation. I run my fingertips over his arms. Even in my confusion, I just want to touch him.
I feel his breathing start to slow as he falls asleep with me in his arms. He looks so peaceful and sound. I can’t believe this is the same Riker that I was so furious with when I walked in the door. What is it about him that makes me so confused? It’s like my brain can’t decide what it wants when I’m with him. He can be so frustrating, and he has an interesting past, to say the least. Yet, I find myself in these situations with him. I don’t understand why.
My eyelids start to get heavy as well. I look up at him. He’s fast asleep now. I cuddle into him, and I wonder if we’ll dream about each other as I fall asleep.
22 Riker
I wake up, and for what feels like the first time in a while, I know exactly who’s next to me in bed. Jane Gordon, my lawyer/faux-fiancée/very real lover. Last night was incredible and I feel lucky to have gotten off as easy as I did, figuratively (and literally) speaking. I thought Jane was going to lose it when she saw Ana. She walked in and that was going to be the end of Riker Lord, the asshole who started a riot in a casino and couldn’t buy his way out of the media pit because he pissed off his legal representation.
But she jumps my bones instead. Making love is great and all, but last night was straight fucking, and my God is she good at it. I know when I eventually roll out of bed and shower, there will be lines of scratches all down my back. I poke a little fun at her for it just because you know she’ll be embarrassed about how she lost her cool, gave into her temper.
I blink myself properly awake and carefully sit up so as not to disturb Jane. The sun is barely peeking through the blinds and I check my phone. Still, twenty to 6am. Too early, but I can’t get back to sleep now, not with last night going through my head. Combing through my hair with my fingers, I remember the look on Ana’s face when I let her
