He pushes another finger inside me and pumps his hand, murmuring how sweet my pussy is. How tight. How perfect for him to fuck. I beg him to do it. I tell him to fuck me, but I know CJ well. I know he likes to make me come first before we do anything else. He says he needs it. Needs to watch and taste my sweet on his tongue. He acts like a starved animal finally being fed after days. And God, he looks so fucking good down there.
Messy hair and serious eyes. And mine.
My orgasm slams into me when he adds a third finger, and I cry out into the night. Then I’m the one starved and taking, taking, taking. I sit up and push CJ onto his back, grab a condom off the blanket and tear it open with my teeth. I stroke his cock, then slide the rubber down, fitting it like I know how to do now. CJ likes it when I put on a condom for him, and considering how much sex we’ve been having, I've had a lot of practice with it. And I like to do it, too. I like him watching me, like I’m the only woman who’s ever done this for him before.
I like to imagine that’s true.
I straddle his hips and reach behind me, wrapping my hand around him as he gropes at my breasts.
“Ride me, beautiful girl,” CJ pants, his chest heaving as I position his thick shaft between my legs. I slowly lower down, his wet mouth opening and his head tilting back, eyes closing to moan, “Fuck yes.” His hands fly to my hips and he squeezes when I’m stretched deliciously full.
I whimper and arch my neck, taking the second I need to get used to his size. Biting my lip and breathing heavy. And then I flatten my hands on his stomach, look down into his face and gently rock my hips back and forth.
Being above this strong, powerful man and giving him pleasure like this, there's nothing like it. The way CJ stares at me, nostrils flaring, the tightness in his jaw, how his fingers grip into my skin as I rock faster . . . and faster, it's so goddamn hot. I reach back and cup his balls, rolling them in my palm and squeezing a little. He growls, the sound tearing out of this throat, and I know my playtime is over.
CJ thrusts up into me, grabbing my thighs and slamming me down, making me bounce on his dick. His eyes stay on my breasts as they jerk and sway. He tells me he wants to fuck them, then gets them wet with his mouth and sucks hard on my nipple, making me moan and beg.
“God, you sound so fucking hot when you take me,” he rasps, dropping his head back and staring up at my body. My mouth.
I give him a little smile, then I lean down and lick up his chest to his neck. I bite his jaw. “And you look so fucking good when you give it,” I whisper in his ear.
He groans and slaps my ass.
I giggle, then I lean back and grind my hips down, hard, wanting to drive him wild. I grab his hand and suck sugar and the taste of my pussy off his fingers. CJ's eyes burn. He looks like he wants to eat me alive.
I tell him I love the way he looks at me. I almost tell him I think I love him.
We fuck and then we slow down and savor each other. I’m on my back and CJ is between my legs, hips swiveling and lips against my ear. I cling to his back and stare up at the night sky, listening to his whispered words and the sounds of his moans over the music playing.
“I’m crazy about you,” he says, working his cock in and out while he stares down at me. His one hand between us, thumbing my nipple. “Fuck . . . you’re all I think about anymore, Riley. Tell me you feel that.”
Pleasure spirals through me. I don’t know what does it, his words or how long CJ’s been building this by moving inside me the way he’s doing, but my legs tighten around his hips, all of my muscles locking up, and just like that I come, so, freaking, hard. “Oh, God,” I groan. “Oh, God. Oh, my God.”
CJ’s body jerks in my arms, and then he’s crashing his mouth against mine while slamming into me, fucking me hard now.
“Fuck. Fuck,” he pants, at the edge. Right there . . . I feel him swell inside me. Then he buries his face in my neck, plants himself to the root and groans, deep and raw and beautiful.
All man. Nothing compares to the noises CJ makes. Nothing. And I’ve heard baby giggles.
I blink heavily and stare up at the endless night sky, moving my hands over the smooth planes of his back. “I feel it too,” I whisper, biting my lip. “I’m crazy about you too. Insane. Like, mental institution crazy.”
I want CJ to tell me he wouldn’t do all of this for anyone else. To say I’m different. That’s it’s me. Only me.
To admit he’s falling in love, so I can say it back.
But instead he holds me tighter, presses his lips to my neck, breathes deeply, and murmurs, “Darlin’,” right below my ear.
Just darlin’. That’s it. And I realize that is all I wanted and needed to hear him say.
With tears in my eyes and the biggest smile on my face, I am officially at my happiest.
Three Weeks Later
“THIS IS GOING to be so weird.”
I cut the engine of my truck and unlatch my seat belt, looking over at Riley after she speaks.
Her head is down, and her fingers are twisting nervously together in her lap. She started fidgeting more and more the closer we got to Ben and Mia’s, bouncing her leg against the seat or chewing on the side of her thumb, but when she saw me noticing it, she’d stop and play it off with a smile.
She’s not trying to hide it from me anymore. Or maybe she can’t.
“What’s that, darlin’?” I ask, throwing my arm behind her and gripping the back of the seat.
Riley sighs. “I’m not going to be able to kiss you in there, or sit real close or do anything that might give off the impression that we’re totally banging all over your house.” She looks over at me, pouting like this is going to kill her. “And you can’t be putting your hands on me or stare at my chest the way you’re always doing. We basically have to act repulsed by each other. And I honestly don't know if I'm going to be able to do that.”