Still, she wraps her warm, wet lips around my thumb and sucks like a good girl.
A smile claims my lips. I glance over at Sherlock and see his hot gaze locked on her mouth as she sucks me.
He’s not the only fucker who’s not afraid to play with fire. All he did was douse a car in gasoline and light a match. I’m gonna mess with him.
I couldn’t do this if I didn’t know Riley was mine.
I’m gonna show the bastard just how mine she is.
Shy, reserved bookworm Riley doesn’t fuck with an audience.
She will for me, though.
She’ll do anything for me.
Well, just about anything.
I’m not sure right now how far I’ll take it, but I get so much enjoyment out of seeing Sherlock want something he absolutely can’t have, watching Riley squirm like I’m torturing her as I play with her in front of him. Every bit of it’s fun, so I don’t see it stopping soon.
I take my thumb out of her mouth. I think I should show him how good she is at sucking my cock next.
“Hunter, what are you doing?” Riley asks nervously, looking down as I unzip my pants.
“You know what I’m doing.”
Her big blue eyes widen. “Can we please go inside?”
I smile, caressing her face. “I like when you say please.”
“I’ll say it more,” she promises. “I’ll do anything you want. Please, Hunter.”
I take my cock out, moving closer to her face. I can see she’s flushed, even in the dark. I graze her bottom lip with my thumb one more time, but this time it’s not just to remind her of the kiss. This time it’s to coax her lips open as I bring my cock to it.
I see the moment she gives up hope that this won’t happen.
It’s the moment she gives herself over to the inevitability and her eyes gleam up at me with an appreciation she doesn’t understand.
“Christ,” Sherlock mutters as I shove my cock into Riley’s mouth. She makes a noise caught between a moan and a whimper, struggling to fit all of me. She doesn’t have any control of how deep she takes me right now. I’m on top of her, it’s all up to me. All she can do is lie there and take it.
Her eyes water as I push deeper. I caress the side of her face to let her know she’s doing great, and the reassurance gives her the confidence boost she needs.
Riley is fucking incredible at sucking cock. I don’t know how or why, I don’t know if it’s something in her nature or if she’s done more research on this than she cares to admit, but once she finds her rhythm, I get so sucked in, I can’t remember ever being mad.
I slide a hand through her hair and firmly grip the top of her head, holding on while I fuck her face.
For all her reluctance, Riley gets into it. I can tell by the delicious fucking suction of her mouth as she sucks my swollen head like it’s her favorite flavor of lollipop. In the way she grabs my ass and pulls me closer. I oblige, pushing into her throat. She gags around me, but doesn’t stop. Even her gag reflex feels fucking incredible around the head of my cock.
I love this girl to the ends of the fucking Earth, I really do.
I let her work me for another minute, but then I pull out of her mouth.
Riley is so pretty lying there, breathless and teary-eyed from choking on my cock. “So fucking pretty,” I tell her.
She’s embarrassed as hell, but she still flushes with pleasure at the compliment.
It’s her turn for some pleasure, so even though I know she’s going to resist at first, I pull up her top, exposing her bare tits to the cool night air—and Sherlock’s hungry gaze.
“Hunter!” she cries, reaching up and trying to pull it back down.
I shake my head, meeting her gaze to remind her of our deal, then I pull her shirt back up.
She looks away as if the humiliation is all too much, but I know how fast she’ll change her tune.
Maybe it’s the cold, maybe she’s just that turned on, but her nipples are already hard. I lean down to kiss the swell of her breasts, running my thumb over the hard little buds and drawing helpless noises out of her. She writhes beneath my ministrations, and I’ve barely used my mouth.
It’s him watching. It makes her more sensitive—and she’s already so sensitive.
When I get my mouth on her, she’ll probably come in about a minute.
Even though I know she’s already warmed up—I could shove my cock in her right now and make her come—I can’t resist tasting her first. I love the sounds she makes as I lock my lips around her nipple, love the desperate way she threads her fingers through my hair and arches back against the ground.
I kiss my way lower. I run my mouth over her tummy, still squeezing her tits. I let go and drop lower, kissing her hip bone as I unbutton her jeans.
“Hunter, what are you doing?” she agonizes, but it’s the good kind of agony. She can’t believe I’m doing this, but she’s gonna love it.
I unzip her jeans and tug them down, careful to leave her panties. She fights me a little when I start to pull her pants all the way off, but I only have to cock an eyebrow to remind her about the rules.
She covers her face with her hands.
Her fit of bashfulness only lasts a few seconds. When I start stroking her pussy through the fabric of her panties, her hands drop to her sides and she grabs desperately at the dirty ground beneath her.
I slide my finger underneath the fabric and she gasps, arching off the ground. My cock is so hard it hurts, but I want to eat her pussy first.
Instead of teasing her as much as I want to, I drag her panties off and toss them.
Sherlock catches them, looking at me with a dangerous gleam in his eye. “Careful, Hunter.”
Just to show him how much he scares me, I give him a little smile, then I drop my face between Riley’s thighs and latch onto her pussy.
She cries out sharply, lifting her hips and grabbing at the ground again. “Hunter,” she cries.
The needy sound of her voice only makes me hungrier.
Her hips jerk as I flick my tongue over her sensitive clit. I place a hand on her tummy to anchor her and feel her muscles tensing and tightening as I devour her.
I can tell by the way her legs shake she won’t be able to hold on long, and I am not wrong. I’ve barely had an adequate taste of her before she cries out sharply, using her own hand to smother her cry. Her legs tremble before giving out on her altogether, and she cries out more sharply as I keep eating her.
When she squeezes her thighs together, I finally let up.
I look up at Riley, panting and sated as she lies with her back flat against the ground, her hand still covering her mouth.
I know she’s a screamer, but she shouldn’t have to do that.
Rising back up on my knees, I spread her legs so I can position myself between them.
“I’m gonna fuck you now,” I warn her, just in case I’m wrong about how far I can push her past her comfort zone.
She turns her head to look up at me, but I can see the lusty haze clouding her gaze. She’s lost in pleasure, she doesn’t have it in her to object—even if I’d let her.
“Do you want it, Riley?” I taunt.
Too depleted to pretend otherwise, she nods.
I smile, caressing her face. “Of course you do. You’re such a good girl.”
She smiles, closing her eyes and nuzzling into my touch.