Eyes closed, I start to tell him that I’ve always wanted it, since that very first shot of tequila, but then his tongue touches my lower lip, and I don’t know who groans first, him or me. But it’s CJ jerking me against him and gripping my hair and growling, “God, I’ve missed this sweet fucking mouth,” before he kisses me just like he did that first time—on the sand and underneath the stars.
Desperate. Hard, hot, deep, need this, fuck, need this now, kisses.
And I’m lost, caught up in the feel of his hands in places he hasn’t touched in months and his mouth, expertly devouring, it makes me crazy. I want him. I want this man more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. It’s beyond desire at this point. It’s beyond anything I’ve ever felt.
If we don’t do this, or if he stops or slows down, I think I might die.
I tear at his clothes, whipping his belt loose and unfastening his jeans. I shove them down with his boxers and wrap my hand around his dick and God, he’s so hard and warm and big. He’s big everywhere. I slowly stroke him, turning my wrist and rubbing the smooth, crowned head with my thumb. I do it just like CJ showed me that first night, squeezing harder at the base and being a little rough about it, a little sloppy, letting my nails touch his skin, and I know he likes what I’m doing, because he groans into my mouth and drags his teeth across my bottom lip. Then he’s pulling back to tug off his shirt and toss it, and seeing his bare chest while feeling everything I’m feeling right now, holy crap, I lose my mind.
“I love your body,” I tell him, rubbing my hands all over him while I kiss from pec to pec, lips and tongue teasing.
CJ has the sexiest chest I’ve ever seen. Broad, muscled, and dusted in a light amount of hair. The perfect amount. I can’t kiss him enough. I can’t touch him enough. I’m all over him. And when I move my mouth lower, over his ribs and the deep grooves of his abs, I realize I need more. I can’t wait another second.
I don’t pause to undress or give CJ time to remove anything I’m wearing. I can’t. I’m still fully clothed when my knees hit the floor, and I love it. I love how desperate and frantic I feel. How hurried this is. How real this is. It’s always been like this with him.
I take CJ into my mouth. I don’t tease. I don’t play. I suck him to the back of my throat and swallow around him.
Another thing he told me he likes.
“Fuck,” he grunts. His hands fly to my hair and fist. “Riley . . . Jesus, ah, fuck, baby. Wait . . .”
My fingers dig into the back of his thighs and urge him to move.
I don’t want CJ to think he needs to hold back. I’m not. I can’t. I’m so turned on by this. As much as he is.
I moan and bob my head.
“God, you look so fucking hot,” he rasps, thrusting his hips now and watching me take him. He stares down at me. Chest heaving. Lips parted. Face beautifully blissed out. I can feel my pulse race beneath my ear as he rubs his thumb along my mouth, feeling how I stretch for him. He groans, “fuck yeah” when I lick from his balls to the tip and swirl my tongue there. He grits his teeth and pumps his hips faster, pushing my hair out of my face so he can see me and I can see him.
I don’t know why, but I feel like the most precious thing in the world when I’m on my knees in front of CJ. I shouldn’t, I suppose. I’m letting him use me, taking everything he can give while I do nothing short of worship him. But I know what this means to CJ. I can see it in his eyes and feel it in the way he strokes my cheek. And when he rasps, “Darlin’,” I know that’s mine. Only mine.
I can’t get enough of him. I’ll never want less than this again. Never.
“Riley,” he groans, strong thighs tensing. “Babe, I’m gonna come.” He curls his hands around fistfuls of my hair and tugs.
I don’t let him pull me off. I hold CJ’s eyes, silently telling him I want it. Please, please, please. I want all of this man. Every part of him and everything he can offer me.
His nostrils flare with a savage desire for this, for what I’m giving him, but his eyes are all CJ, looking at me like he’s the one worshipping as his hands tighten harder and harder in my hair. His hips start thrusting quicker, fucking my mouth deeper, and then he growls, exploding into my mouth and spilling down the back of my throat.
I swallow every drop. I take it all.
Nothing less than this. Never again.
“Jesus, fuck, babe,” he pants, his body still jerking in pleasure as he watches me suck and lick him like he’s the best meal I’ve ever had.
I hum around his length one last time, then I pull off and sit back on my heels. I blink up at him and watch his eyes follow my tongue as it sweeps across my bottom lip.
“Damn,” he mutters. “I kinda want to ask you to marry me after that. Jesus Christ, Riley.”
I smile from ear-to-ear, feeling triumphant. “Wanna high five?” I ask since, you know, we celebrate awesome things.
And that was so totally awesome.
Laughing rich and smooth inside his chest, CJ reaches down and takes my face between his hands, moving his thumb over my cheek. “Maybe later,” he murmurs, looking at my mouth, then back into my eyes. “Are you gonna give me that pussy now?”
“I thought you were going to take it,” I challenge.
CJ’s eyes flash, then I’m being jerked up and tossed through the air, giggling and squealing as I land on my back in the middle of the mattress.