But I want to draw this out, to savor her, so I pull back just enough to tease and flutter the tip of my tongue over the jewel of her clit that’s glistening at the top of her slit.
She cries out, bucking against my face. “N–Noah!” she softly screams, her eyes fully closed and her face lit with a smile. Since we started dancing—no, longer than that, as far back as when we were messaging and her face was still a blur—I’ve wanted to see her like this, ultimate joy etched on her face.
She’s my Riley now. The world be damned. Everyone else can fuck off. She’s mine.
Riley’s stomach clenches, and I see her arms shaking from being so close to the edge of a big orgasm. I draw it out as long as I can, wanting to watch and relish this moment forever. There’s only one ‘first orgasm’ with a lover, and with Riley, I want ours to be like something neither of us has ever felt before.
I want her to know this isn’t a game to me.
I don’t just want her pussy.
I want Riley.
I tongue her clit with a broad, flat stroke that makes her legs stiffen. She throws her head back, a harsh breathless cry rasping from her panting lungs before she soaks my chin and lips in her sweet juices.
“Wow. Noah,” she gasps when she can form words again.
I get up, looking down on her limp body. My shirt’s half torn off, and I can feel my cock throbbing in my slacks. With a weakened arm, Riley reaches for my belt, but just before she can touch it, there’s a thump at the door.
“Noah!”
I look up in shock, and Riley’s eyes widen. We both know that voice.
“What do we do?” Riley whispers.
“I don’t know,” I whisper back, shrugging.
She eyes me, and I realize this is on me. I’m the one who needs to have a plan and handle this. Riley is counting on me.
“River?” I say hesitantly.
“Yeah! Open up, man! I need to talk to you!”
Oh, fuck. He knows.
Maybe he saw us. Maybe someone saw us and told him. Shit, it doesn’t matter how, only that he knows. And he’s here.
Hurriedly, Riley scrambles off the couch and grabs her things before scampering toward the back of my apartment. I wipe my face with my shirt sleeve and then pull it off because it’s wrinkled as hell and River will know something’s up with that.
Fuck.
“Noah, come on, man. This is fucking important!”
I hurry to the door, praying that River doesn’t smell his sister’s pussy on my breath as I open up, not quite letting him inside. “River? What’s up?”
“Hey, man, I just had this great idea for the app,” River says, pushing his way inside.
I blink, stunned. “App? Dude, it’s nearly eleven at night. And you come to my place to talk about the app?” I’m relieved it’s about the app and not Riley, but also . . . seriously?
“Yeah, well . . . I figured you’d be working. You always are,” he teases. But then my lack of clothing hits him and his eyes go wide. He whispers urgently, “Holy shit, am I interrupting something?”
I quickly shake my head but still start herding River out the door. “No. Nothing that you need to worry about. Just a long day,” I assure him. “But can we talk tomorrow or Monday about the app? I really need to get a shower.” It’s the best idea I can come up with to explain my half-nakedness and messy hair.
“Yeah . . . nah, that’s cool. Take a shower, and I’ll see you later,” River says, but then he winks outrageously.
Shit. He doesn’t believe me.
“Looks like you’ve got some stuff to take care of, anyway.” He lifts his chin toward the two glasses of wine of the coffee table and the purse on the dining table. “Bye, Noah!” he calls out too loudly, presumably for the benefit of whoever he thinks I have hiding here.
He leaves, and I lock the door after him, bonking my forehead on the doorframe in surprise at what just happened. That could’ve been bad. Really bad.
I will have to have a hard conversation with River at some point, but I’d prefer not to do it half-dressed, with Riley’s juices on my tongue. He deserves more than that. She does too.
I hear the click-clack of Riley’s heels and turn around, hoping to find her strutting in wearing only those pink heels. But she’s dressed once again, her curves covered in her dress.
“Hey, uhm . . . look, I don’t want to leave you high and dry, but . . .” Riley stutters, and I shake my head in understanding. Tonight was magical. Tonight was hotter than I ever would’ve expected. And I pride myself on expecting every possibility and planning accordingly.
But sometimes, a magic spell can be broken. At least temporarily.
“I’ll be okay,” I tell her, and Riley smiles. “So . . . home?”
“Yeah,” she says. She comes up to me, taking my hand. “Noah, about tonight. I don’t regret anything.”
“I don’t either. Except maybe that burger later,” I tease, patting my stomach. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”
“I’d like that.”
I grab a fresh shirt, and after checking that River is really gone, we make our way back to my SUV. The drive to her neighborhood is quiet, but it’s not a bad quiet. In fact, Riley keeps looking over at me with soft smiles and our hands have been interlocked the whole trip.
When we pull up to her apartment, I offer to walk her up, but she shakes her head.
“If you walk me up, I’m going to invite you in,” she says honestly.
“Would that be a bad thing?” I ask slowly.
“Tonight’s been wonderful, but . . .”
“That’s all you have to say. Next time?” I offer, and her smile grows.
“Next time,” she agrees.
I lean across the console, cursing its existence again, and tilting her chin with my thumb and index finger, I kiss her gently and softly.
She pulls back, her eyes telling me that next time will be soon. Very soon.
“Let me get the door for you,” I say, wanting one more chance to hold her.
But she shakes her head and lays a staying hand on my arm. “No. If you get out, I’m going to kiss you again. And I’m going to invite you up. I’m not strong enough to stop us tonight, so I need you to stay here. Let me walk away this time and enjoy our first date for what it’s already been.”
Her eyes scan mine, then travel down to my lips, and she licks her own. I don’t think she even knows she’s done it. And her chest is rising and falling rapidly, nearly panting.
She’s asking me to stick to her plan. That I can understand.
I nod. Cupping her cheek, I pull her forward and lay one more kiss to her forehead, not trusting myself to take her lips again. “Goodnight, Sunshine.”
With one more bright smile, she gets out and walks toward the building. She looks back once and waves, but then she’s gone and the date is over.
But Riley and I are just starting.
Chapter 13
Riley
“Rowf!”
I look down at Raffy, who’s nudging my leg and then sitting back to tilt his head at me.
“What’s up, Raffy? Let me finish this last batch, okay?” I tell him, and his tail wags.