Yes. He’s totally going to take it.
I WATCH RILEY lay back on the bed, pop the button on her shorts and shimmy out of them while I pull at the straps on my boot.
“Leave those on,” I order when her fingers loop under the string of her panties. “I wanna feel how soaked you got them just from having my dick in your mouth.”
Her eyes flicker wider, and the sweetest fucking blush creeps across her face. She sits up, leaving her panties, grabs the hem of her shirt and rips it off, then cups her breast through her bra and thumbs her nipple. “This too?” she asks, voice teasing and teeth dragging across her bottom lip.
I toss my boot and stand tall, pulling in a deep breath as I watch her nipple harden under the sheer material. “If I ever tell you to cover up your tits when we’re about to fuck, honest to God, there’s something wrong with me,” I share, meeting her eyes and lifting my hand to point. “In fact, go ahead and burn that along with all your other bras. Tits that sweet, it’s almost a crime keeping them imprisoned like that.”
She giggles, dropping her hands to the mattress and rubbing her heels on the sheet. “Burning them all would be nice. Not buying them in the first place would be better. They’re so expensive.” She sighs and wrinkles her nose before gazing down at herself. “I wish my boobs were smaller so I didn’t even need to spend the money.”
She wishes her boobs were smaller? What in the . . . fuck?
My brow furrows as I kick off my jeans and boxers. “Bite your tongue, woman. We don’t blaspheme in this house.”
“I’m serious,” she says, lifting her head and fighting a smile. “They aren’t fun for me. And big boobs hurt. My back is always sore.”
I step up to the side of the bed, smirking when Riley’s gaze lingers on my half hard cock. “That’s an easy solution, darlin’. Your back hurts? You come to me. I’m your man. I’ll take care of every little ache you got.” I drop my knee to the mattress and crawl closer. “As far as your tits go, I think God knows what he’s doing. Let’s not question his work.”
Riley rolls her eyes. “You’ll give me back rubs? Really?” she asks, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra.
“Yep.”
“Back rubs that keep your hands on my back?” She slips her bra off and tosses it off the bed.
I stare at her nipples. “I make no promises of where my hands end up,” I answer, gripping her ankle and pulling her down so she’s spread out on her back beneath me. “After a long day held captive in that torture device, it would be wrong of me not to show them some attention. They’ve earned it.” I drop my head and whisper against her cleavage, “Haven’t you?”
Riley giggles. Her hands push through my hair. “Did you just ask my boobs that?”
“Shh. We’re having a moment.”
I feel her body quake against my lips as I kiss down to her nipple. “I know. God, I’ve missed you too. And she said some awful things, didn’t she? She should be punished. What do you think? Should I spank her?”
Riley gasps. Her hands tighten in my hair when I close my mouth around her and suck. “Oh, God, please,” she begs.
I tilt my head up, releasing her nipple, and smirk at that hot, hungry look in her eyes. “Goddamn. You want me rough, don’t you?” I ask, watching her cheeks warm. “I was going to take my time,” I kiss her skin, “savor you while I make you come every fucking way I can, but you don’t want that. You want me wild.”
“I want you how I feel.”
“How’s that?”
“Crazy,” she rushes out, licking her lips. “I don’t want you to be able to breathe. I can’t. I’m . . .” Her legs shift beneath me. “I’d beg for this, CJ. For us to happen. I don’t care how pathetic that sounds. I would. I know I would.”
Pathetic? Yeah fucking right. If she had any idea some of the shit I’ve been thinking . . .
I press a kiss to her ribs and to the dip in her stomach, my hands curling around her tiny waist and roaming up her sides. “You think I didn’t sit in that room every day for the past two months and go out of my fucking mind knowing you were in here?” I ask, gazing up at her. Her wide eyes blink. “Every time you looked at me, Riley, every time you touched me, even just putting your hand on my leg when you were wrapping it, do you think I didn’t want that to mean more? `Cause, babe, I did. I wanted that.”
A sadness passes over her face. “I’m sorry I didn’t do this sooner. With everything that happened, I just—”
“Don’t do that,” I cut her off, raising up a little to see her better. “We’re here now. We’re doing this. No sorrys, babe. We got here.”
The corner of her mouth twitches. “No sorrys,” she echoes, dropping her chin with a nod and no doubt thinking back to the no-apologizing rule I gave her when she first moved in. Her warm hands slide out of my hair to my face and cup my cheeks. “So, um, about the spanking . . .”
I raise my brows, knowing what she wants but already having an idea in mind how I plan on giving it to her. She’s going to have to wait. I shuffle back, kneel between her legs, and wrap my hand around her thigh, pushing it back. “Spread your legs, baby. Let me see that pussy I can’t stop thinking about.”
Riley bites at her lip. She bends her knee and drops it to the side, keeping her other one straight until I’m guiding her to open up wider.