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THIRTY-SIX

LEXI

Riley

Are you doing anything tonight?

Me

Hoping you’ll come over and rail me.

Riley

You’re so charming.

Me

That’s why you keep coming back for more.

Riley

I guess it is.

* * *

Riley

California was fun.

Me

It was, wasn’t it?

Having to keep quiet because Grant was on the other side of the wall was something new, but I liked it.

Riley

You did so well, Lexi.

Me

Thank you :)

Same time next week in Dallas?

Riley

I’ll wear my cowboy hat.

Me

Who needs a horse when I can ride you?

* * *

Me

Hi. How was your day after you left our session? You seemed a little quiet.

Riley

Not the best, but it’s almost over now.

Me

Anything I can do to help?

Riley

No. I want to be alone tonight.

Me

You know where I’ll be if that changes.

* * *

Riley

Thanks for the space the other day.

I appreciate it.

Me

How are you feeling tonight?

Riley

Like I want to rail you.

Me

Ew. Yeah. I see what you mean. Let’s never use that again.

Riley

Thank god.

Me

Come over? I made pasta, and I have an extra plate.

Riley

Calling a rideshare right this second.

Me

See you soon, Mitchy.

* * *

I open the door before Riley has a chance to knock. His hand hovers in midair, and I smile when he looks from his fist to me.

“Expecting someone?” he asks, and I tug on his shirt to drag him into my foyer.

“You, you idiot,” I murmur, kissing him and wrapping my arms around his neck.

I saw him a few days ago, but a jolt of electricity still rips through me when he palms my ass with his large hand and shuffles me backward until my shoulder blades press against the wall. I hiss and drop my head back, eyes fluttering closed when he curls his fingers around my wrists and lifts them above my head.

“Did you miss me?” Riley dips his chin and kisses my neck, his laughter warm when I squirm under his touch. “You did, didn’t you? Tell me how much, Lexi baby.”

“Yes. Fuck dinner,” I breathe out, lifting my hips and draping a leg around his waist. His hand slides up my thigh, fingers dancing under my skirt and snapping my underwear against my skin. “A whole fucking lot.” Two months ago, I would’ve been afraid to admit it. It’s too earnest, too messy , but now I know how it drives him wild, how much he likes hearing it. So I smile and wiggle a hand free, pulling on the ends of his hair so his eyes are forced to meet mine. “Want me to show you?”

“I do. And we’re going to play while you do it.”

“Play? You know I love games.”

“Good.” Riley plants a kiss on my forehead and sets my leg down. He taps the bag I’m realizing is slung over his shoulder, and when I lift my eyebrow, he puts a hand over my mouth before I can protest. “It’s pajamas and a toothbrush, not a mortgage agreement. Ropes, too. I’m going to bind your wrists together, you’re going to suck my dick, then I’m going to get you off.”

I smile and hold out my hands, adrenaline coursing through me when he drops the bag on the floor and pulls out the set of ropes he used on me before. He’s quick to tie my wrists together, this time behind my body instead of in front, and I relax when he gives the ropes a yank to make sure they’re tight.

“Do you want to do this here?” I ask, the outline of his cock thick and hard against his jeans as he changes our positions so he’s against the wall. “Or do you need the ambience of my bedroom?”

“I need you to stop talking.” He pops open the button on his pants and runs his fingers through my hair. With a gentle push on my shoulders, he guides me to my knees and hooks his fingers under my chin. “Take out my cock, Lexi, and get to work.”

Oh .

I’ve seen so many sides of Riley; the calm and patient side when I was sick and he waited for me to scrub my body clean while he talked to me about the game they had just won. The frustrated side when the exercises I give him are difficult and hard to achieve. The happy side when he does something right, pride nearly bursting out of him with the hook of a grin.

But this side?

This side is dangerous .

It makes me want to ask him to try some of my other fantasies, knowing full well he’d indulge me because he’s weak when it comes to me, and every time we’re together, I myself become weaker.

The authority in his voice is welcomed, wanted . When I glance up at him, the discomfort from the ropes settles to pleasure, and his eyes are wide.

“How do you expect me to do that when my hands are like this?” I hold up my wrists, and I swear he gets even harder as the movement bows my back. “Have any suggestions?”

“You’re a smart girl. Figure it out.”

He’s not treating me like I’m some breakable, precious thing, and fire stirs low in my belly. I’m always doing the right things at work. I keep meticulous notes about the players’ health and am the utmost professional in the meetings I attend, but right now? I exist only for his pleasure, and fuck if that’s not the hottest thing in the world.

I stare at his jeans, an idea forming when I sit up on my knees and lean forward. I tilt my head and grab the zipper with my teeth, dragging it down to the tune of Riley’s rough exhale. His hand is back on my head, not forcing me but encouraging me, and it spurs me on.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Such a good problem solver, Lexi.”

My entire body flushes with the compliment, and it makes me want to be even better. To do more good things, and I move my mouth to the left side of his jeans, using my teeth to try to yank his jeans down to his ankles.

It’s awkward and uncoordinated. The denim is stiff and difficult to move. I have to scoot back with my ass almost in the air to make any progress, but when I finish and find his black briefs tight against his thighs, I grin.

“Look how well you did.” Riley grabs my chin and forces me to glance up at him. “I’m proud of you.”

I squirm at the praise, testing the limits of the knots wrapped around my wrists. My nipples pebble when I feel he’s made the rope tighter than our first time, and I like that I’m at his mercy.

“Thank you,” I say, and his smile matches mine.

“You’re blushing. You never blush. What’s going through your head, sweetheart?”

That word . The affection makes me turn another shade of pink, and I bite my bottom lip.

“I like when you say things like that. Men think chanting good girl over and over gets the job done, but I-I like to hear different varieties. I know I’m good. I want to know how I’m good.”

“I like telling you how you’re being good.” He strokes along my cheek, and then he presses three fingers down on my tongue. He pushes them deeper in my mouth and I gag. Tears flood my eyes, but he doesn’t pull back. “Relax. There you go,” he murmurs when I hollow out my cheeks. “Do you think you’re ready for my cock?”

I nod, more than ready. Blowjobs aren’t my favorite thing in the world—I hate being on my knees for a man and not getting anything in return—but with Riley, I crave them. My mouth opens wider in anticipation and he smirks in understanding, his fingers leaving a trail of drool on my face when he puts his hand on his hip.

“You did so well before, I’m going to do this part for you,” he says, tugging on the waistband of his briefs. They fall to his ankles with his jeans, leaving him naked from the waist down. “How do your wrists feel?”

“Perfect,” I whisper, and he nods.

“Good. Now get me off, Lexi.”

I’ve always been good at following directions, so I open my mouth and suck his cock halfway down my throat like my life fucking depends on it. Riley groans, his hand yanking on my hair and wrapping the strands around his wrist. The other reaches down and wraps around my neck, and I’d like to walk around with his palm there every day, a pretty necklace to show off I’m having the best sex of my life.

“ Fuck . You’re too fucking good at this.”

I drag my tongue up his length, swirling over the head of his cock and licking up the pre-cum I find there. Instead of taking him back in my mouth, I move to the root of his shaft, then to his balls. He hisses when I lick them and jerks his hips, the hand around my neck tightening.

“Do you like that, Riley?” I ask, and he practically buries my face in his sac. I grin, another swipe of my tongue, and his moan comes out rattled and hoarse.

I go back to his cock and angle my head until I can take him all the way to the back of my throat. When my nose presses against his stomach, he holds me there, fucking my mouth the way he fucks me in his bed: rough, unrelenting. I let him, and my cheeks hollow out as the noise of his snapping hips fills my foyer.

“Going to come,” he grits out, and I work even harder, determined to get him there faster.

Tears stream down my cheeks. My arms start to throb, but god , it’s all amazing. He’s barely touching me and I’m turned on, wet and ready for him to finish so he can take care of me . I squeeze my thighs together, the sound of him falling apart with every bob of my head erotic, hot , and downright filthy.

“Lexi,” he whispers, and it’s the last warning I get before his release.

He’s salty and warm in my mouth. I stay in place, tongue lapping at him as his movements slow and his heavy breathing starts to subside. I’m greedy, desperate to taste him, to not waste a single drop, and before I can swallow down his cum, his hand is back on my throat.

“Not today,” he says, eyes on me and pupils blown wide. His glasses are crooked. There’s sweat on his forehead. He’s so fucking pretty, even when he’s thoroughly wrecked. “Open up. I want to see what you did to me.”

I’m even wetter with his ask. I pop him out of my mouth and part my lips. My jaw unhinges, and when I stick out my tongue, I swear his growl could move mountains.

“So fucking pretty. So fucking mine .” He squeezes my cheeks, and it wouldn’t take much for me to finish right now. My senses are heightened, my body is aching for him. My eyes almost bug out of my head when he swipes his finger across my tongue then pops the digit in his mouth, a remarkable grin splitting across his face. “You can swallow now, Lexi baby. But if you lose any of it, you’re going to be in trouble.”

That makes me want to fuck around and find out, because what the hell kind of trouble could I be in? I imagine a handprint on my ass. Watching him press into my throat until my vision goes blurry, and despite my resolve to learn how much I can push Riley Mitchell to the brink of losing his self-control, I swallow down every bit of his cum and show him my empty mouth.

He slumps against the wall but holds out his arms, reaching for me. I stand on shaky legs and move toward him, melting when he kisses my forehead and the tip of my nose, the rope around my wrists releasing with a thump to the floor.

“You were wonderful,” he whispers, kissing my wrists and rubbing his thumbs along my veins. “You did everything perfectly, and I loved watching you.”

“Thank you.” I bury my face in his shirt and smile. “I tried really hard.”

“I know you did, and I’m so proud of you for taking everything I gave you.” His fingers brush through my hair. “Are your hands doing okay?”

“More than okay.” I kiss his cheek and step back. “Bedroom. Now.”

“Yeah. Yes .” He shoves his glasses up his nose and puts his briefs and jeans back on. “Please.”

“I’ll be there in a minute. You go ahead.”

“You sure?”

“I’m going to grab some water.” I pat his chest and gesture to the kitchen. “Do you want anything?”

“Just to be inside you. Hurry up, please.”

I toss him a grin and make my way to the kitchen. I hear him walk down the hall, and when I know he’s safely out of sight, I start taking off my clothes to show off the lingerie I bought the other day.

I have dozens of lace outfits in every type of style you can imagine folded in my dresser, but I wanted something new for Riley. Something I haven’t worn for someone else, something I haven’t worn for him, and when I look down at the red set, confidence rolls through me.

In only a lacy thong and a bra that doesn’t try to hide my nipples, I strut toward my bedroom, horny and ready to be satisfied.

I nudge the door open with my hip, and Riley glances up from where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. His eyes widen when he sees me, and he brings a shaky fist to his mouth so he can bite down on his knuckles.

“Holy shit,” he whispers. “Holy fucking shit.”

“What do you think?” I spin in a slow circle and rest my hands on my ass cheeks, letting him see how well the lace accentuates the curves I work damn hard for. “Do you like what you see?”

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I face him and slowly tease my hands up my body. I push my breasts together and he whimpers, agony in his eyes when I shake my head. “What? I can’t touch you?”

“Have you been good, Riley? Do you think you deserve to touch me?”

“I’ve been very good,” he rasps. “But I can be better. How can I be better?”

I remember the conversation we had in his bedroom when I found his ropes. He mentioned he liked being told what to do from time to time, and I wonder how far he’d go to get what he wants.

“Crawl,” I say, and he gets on the floor without a second thought.

A wince flashes across his mouth, but before I can stop him and tell him to ignore what I just said because it might be painful, he’s moving toward me on his hands and knees, a determined gleam in his eye I’ve never seen from him before.

When he’s right in front of me, he stays there, looking up and waiting for my next ask. I smile, smug and bold, and lift his chin with the curve of my finger.

“That’s a very good boy, Riley.”

He blushes a furious shade of red. He opens his mouth to try to stammer out a response, but nothing comes except another whimper, louder, more desperate, and it’s fuel to the fire.

“You’re going to watch,” I tell him. “When I’m close, I want you to eat me out. Can you do that?”

“It would be an honor.” He sits up and runs his thumb along my calf, lifting my ankle so my foot rests on his shoulder. “I’ve always wanted a front seat at the show.”

I pull my underwear to the side, not surprised to find myself wet. I’ve been turned on from the second he got here, worked up from our very first kiss, and I’m not in the mood to draw this out. I want to get off, and I want to get off now .

Not wasting any time, I push two fingers inside my pussy and groan at the stretch. Riley inches closer, his exhale hot on my skin, and I balance by resting a palm on top of his head. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t speak, but his breathing is heavy. With every curl of my fingers and every touch to my clit, his whines get more frequent, and I might need to put him out of his misery early.

“You’re so sweet. So perfect. God. Look at you,” he says. “I love that you can take care of yourself. I love that you want to use me just so you can come. You have to know I’m willing, Lexi. You can have whatever you want from me.”

My hand shakes with every one of his words, and I close my eyes. I bring myself to the edge of pleasure, imagining what it’s going to feel like when he fucks me in the perfect way he does, and I tighten around my fingers at the thought.

“Riley.” I reach for the back of his head and his mouth is on me in a second. He licks me, tongue on my clit and hand bumping against mine so he can replace my fingers with his. “ Please .”

“Hearing you beg is one of my favorite things in the world,” he says, voice muffled from between my thighs. “You’re so wet. You love to touch yourself while I watch, don’t you? You love teasing me with what I can’t have.”

“You can have whatever the fuck you want,” I pant, keeping my underwear to the side so he can continue to eat me out. “Just make me come. Please,” I say again, and his laugh is wicked.

“So desperate for me. I can’t wait to hear you say my name when you come, Lexi. I could always use the ego boost.”

I writhe against his fingers and mouth, my orgasm within reach. When he gives my clit a light slap, my hips rock forward. I see stars behind my eyes and I cry out, nirvana gathering deep in my belly.

I wait for it with bated breath, but when it doesn’t manifest, when the feeling disappears, I jerk my chin down and glare at him.

“What the hell?” I ask, frustrated. “I was almost there.”

“I didn’t hear my name,” Riley says, lips wet and cheeks stamped with my arousal. I have no clue where his glasses are, and his hair is sticking up by his ear. “No name. No orgasm.”

“Come on. I’ve already said your name.”

“Yeah, but I want you to scream it this time.”

“You’re so bossy.”

“I can be when it comes to you.” He kisses the top of my thigh. “Because I think you like it.”

I do like it, and it’s why I huff. It’s why I tip my head back and sink into the bliss he brings me. When I’m close again, I moan. I claw at his shoulders, and his name comes out as a rushed breath.

“ Riley . That’s so?—”

“Am I the best you’ve ever had?” His tongue flicks against my clit and he pushes four thick fingers in me. “Tell me, Lexi.”

“ Yes ,” I almost shout, and I can tell he’s smiling. “Of course you are.”

“I’m so glad. Say my name again, please. It might get me off again.”

“ God ,” I say, not caring how much power I give him. Fuck my feminism, because he’s making me ride his hand. He’s making me forget my own name and only remember his. “ Riley . I’m going to?—”

“I can’t wait to see,” he says, and that’s all it takes for me to careen to mind-blowing ecstasy.

It’s a full-body experience, and I don’t know how I stay upright. I don’t know how my legs don’t give out, the intensity making me grip his biceps so I don’t topple over. I moan while Riley works me through it, coaxing a second, shorter orgasm out of me before he kisses my hip and licks my tattoo. Before he gently puts my foot on the floor and stands, an arm around my waist as he hauls me to the bed.

“I think I’m dreaming.” I sigh when he sets me on the mattress then takes off his shirt. “Life is so good.”

“Any faking?” he asks, and I laugh.

“With you? Never.”

“That’s what I thought.” His eyes roam down my body. “Can I fuck you, Lexi?”

“You know the answer to that,” I whisper, and his smile is so goddamn beautiful it hurts.

“I want you to say it.”

“Yes.” I lick my lips, a fresh wave of heat inundating my body. “Yes, you can fuck me.”