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FORTY-EIGHT

RILEY

We leave a trail of wet footprints behind us, and Lexi teases me the whole way back to my room. She roams her hands up my chest and down my back. She rests her head between my shoulders when we ride the elevator to the seventh floor and grazes her palm against the front of my shorts as we walk down the hall. She kisses my neck, and I fumble with my room key, practically throwing the door open and yanking her inside.

“I’m not sure how this is going to go.” I unfasten her towel and let it drop to the floor, her naked body on display. “You’re incapable of being quiet when I touch you. There’s a good chance Ethan is going to hear you when I make you come again.”

“Someone is sure of themselves. Maybe he’s going to hear you when I make you come.” Her hands rest on my bare chest, and she drags her nails down to my stomach. I’m instantly harder, and I have to tell myself not to thrust into her touch. “Do you want to crawl again, Riley?”

“I want you on the bed,” I tell her, kissing her once and spinning her to face the mattress. Before she can walk away, I grab a handful of her ass cheek, her body toned and lean from hours of physical activity. “With your face in the pillows.”

Lexi likes to pretend she’s unaffected by things, but I hear the hitch in her breathing. I see her squeeze her thighs together before she walks to the bed, and I smile when she sneaks a hand between her legs to touch herself.

When we get home, I want to find some toys for us to try. I’ve always thought of them as tools, not deterrents, and I think I’d enjoy seeing her turn into a squirming mess at the hands of a vibrator.

She arranges herself into a comfortable position, her ass in the air and her breasts against the sheets, and it’s a glorious sight. I hold off on joining her, wanting to commit this to memory so I can pull it out and jerk off to it when I have to spend a night alone and am missing her.

Just when I think she can’t get any hotter, she reaches behind her and puts her palms on her ass cheeks, spreading herself open so I can see every part of her. I shove my glasses up my nose and take off like a lightning bolt. I grab her by the waist and spin her so she’s facing the wall instead of the headboard. I kneel on the ground at the edge of the bed and put my mouth on her cunt, not wanting to go another second without tasting her.

“ Shit ,” she hisses when my tongue circles her clit. “It’s supposed to be your turn, Riley.”

“In a minute,” I say, licking her like she’s my salvation. I really think she might be. One drop, and I’m free from my sins. “I need to eat first.”

I shove a hand down my shorts and grip my cock with a tight fist. There’s pre-cum all over the head, and I drag my thumb across my slit so I can jerk myself up and down. I pump harder when she stifles a moan and grips my hair, tugging on the strands and trying to get me to bury my tongue deeper inside her.

“Where do you want to come, Lexi baby?” I ask, voice low. “On my tongue? Or on my cock?”

“Your cock,” Lexi says, but I don’t pull away just yet.

“I bet we can get both. What do you think?”

“That it’s cute you’re assuming you have magic fingers and genitalia. Three times in one night is a lot for me.”

I laugh and give her ass a light smack. “It’s going to be cute when I give you all three and you don’t have to fake a single one.”

I keep my mouth on her and add my fingers, matching them with the hand on my cock. Lexi starts to tighten around me, fighting back a groan when we get to three fingers, then four. She’s doing so well with staying quiet, so well with taking what I’m giving to her, and the competitiveness that’s been hiding away for months starts to peek its head out.

She doesn’t think I can get her to the finish line, and I can’t fucking wait to prove her wrong.

“ Please ,” she whispers.

The word is magnified, consuming, and it does something to me. I know she’s asking me to give her the pleasure she wants—and I will—but it feels like she’s also asking me to take care of her in other ways; protecting her heart. Being careful and gentle with her. Going slow like I said I would.

And I plan to do all those things and more.

I let go of my cock and use my thumbs to spread her pussy open. I spit on her clit then circle the saliva with my tongue, and her body tenses. She claws at the sheets before covering her mouth with her hand, and a tear slides down her cheek. I crane my neck so I can watch her, mesmerized as she climbs higher and higher until her orgasm races through her.

“I’ve got you,” I say, kissing the curve of her ass and slowly pulling my fingers out of her. They’re soaked, and I dry them off on the inside of her thigh, only to pause and reach forward, unable to help myself, and slide my tongue through the mess. When I meet her gaze again, she’s staring at me, eyes wide. “You did so well, Lexi. That was the second one, right? Only one to go. I know you can give me a third.”

She collapses on the mattress, her nod feeble and her limbs heavy. She lifts her head to try to look at me, but her hair is sticking to her forehead and cheeks. Her eyes are glossy, and I stand on shaky legs. I all but rip off my shorts and shoes, making a split-second decision to leave my prosthetic on in a fit of sheer horniness.

I’m too worked up from touching her in the pool and making her come, and I don’t want to have to wait to bury myself inside her. I need her like I need air, and I run a hand through my hair.

“I want to be on top.” She clears her throat and props up on an elbow. “So I can watch you.”

“Okay.” I lick my lips. Her taste is still lingering on my mouth, and I hope I have the remnants of her orgasm all over my face. I want to wear it like a damn medal. “We can make that happen.”

Her smile is a gut-wrenching, heart-piercing thing when she reaches for me and slides our palms together. I join her on the mattress and help her climb on top of me, a leg on either side of my waist and her hand on my chest. She smells like chlorine and sweat and sex, and it might be my new favorite scent.

I wonder if she can feel my heart racing. I wonder if she can tell it skips a beat when she leans forward to kiss me, tongue swiping over my lips like she wants to have a taste of her cum for herself. I wonder if she can hear my brain screaming I love you over and over again when she lines up the head of my cock with her entrance and takes me inch by fucking inch until we’re joined together and I don’t know where I end and she begins.

“Wow,” Lexi breathes out. She drops her head back and rolls her hips in a circle. “I’m so full when you’re inside me, Riley.”

“Yeah?” I rasp. Rational thoughts are impossible. My dignity is flying out the window because she’s lifting herself off of me. Slamming back down my length with her tight pussy and making my breath stutter out in a ragged exhale. Who am I? Where am I? This has to be heaven. “ Christ , sweetheart. You’re going to give me a heart attack.”

“I thought you wanted to give me three. I need it fast, baby. Please.”

Fuck my sanity.

She’s being sweet and cute. She’s lifting her arms above her head and twisting her body, showing off the swell of her tits and her stomach.

And something inside me snaps.

Mine , my brain roars. I love you , my heart yells, and I thrust into her without abandon. It’s hard, rough , the most uncoordinated I’ve ever been, but she asked for something, and I’ll be fucking damned if I can’t give it to her.

“Like that?” I grit out mid-thrust, and her answer is a resounding moan the whole hotel can probably hear. My hand flies out and closes around her throat. I put pressure on her windpipe, and her smile turns greedy. “Yeah. I thought so.”

My hips snap up and I fuck her exactly how she likes. The only part of my brain that’s thinking straight remembers I’m wearing my prosthetic, so I cup her ass cheek to protect her skin from the lip of my socket. I’m barely in control of my limbs, and her safety is the most important thing to me.

After making her come for a third time, of course.

Her tits bounce, and her mouth parts. She rides me, and now she’s close. She’s on the precipice again, and my growl makes her eyes fly open.

“Touch your clit,” I tell her, and she’s quick to put a finger on herself. “So you can come on my cock.”

“I’m so close. It’s… it’s right there.” Lexi shuts her eyes again. She arches her back and rubs her clit in quick, small circles. “ Riley .”

Hearing her say my name does it for me. It’s always going to do it for me, and I hold her hips still while I fill her with my cum. She tightens around me and squeezes my cock as her orgasm hits her at the same time. A laugh rumbles out of me when I regain consciousness, and I groan.

“Not only did you come three times when you didn’t think you would,” I pant, trying to catch my breath. “But you also did the incredibly romantic, totally unbelievable thing and finished at the same time as me.”

“That was a coincidence. Total luck.” Lexi rolls her hips one more time for good measure, and, yup, I could probably get hard again. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Means something.” I yawn and scoop my hands under her ass so I can lift her up. My dick is sensitive. My heart is close to flatlining. My glasses are smudged. I need a bath and water and to sleep for ten hours with her wrapped around me, but all I do is arrange her next to me on the bed, brush her hair back, and tell her, “Don’t ever doubt my bedroom capabilities, Lexi.”

“I should tattoo I’m getting the best dick of my life with a man I very much enjoy on my forehead so the world knows.”

I burst out laughing and she rolls over, her palm covering my mouth. “If you don’t want me to make noise, you need to stop being so goddamn cute.”

“I’m not cute.”

“Oh, you’re so fucking cute. And sexy.” I touch her waist and rub my thumb over the shell tattoo on her hip. “You rocked my fucking world like you always do. I hope my teammates heard us. It would give me a chance to make them jealous for a change.”

“Moment of honesty?”

“With you? Always.”

“Do you think getting into a physical relationship helped your recovery? I don’t mean that sex healed you, because that’s not realistic. Just that… I don’t know. I’m not sure how to word it.”

“I understand what you’re asking. Knowing you wanted to sleep with me was a big ego boost, and I was motivated to get stronger so I could be with you and not worry about being in pain or figuring out awkward positions. And, since we’re being honest, I’m not sure I would’ve trusted anyone to be my first after the accident except you.”

“Really?”

“This is the most vulnerable I’ve ever been physically and mentally, and, at the risk of sounding really fucking cheesy, it’s been empowering to… reclaim myself in the bedroom? If that makes sense. And it’s a relief to know if a part of my body stops working, if I’m in pain and need to take a breather, it’s not going to be the end of the world. I’m with someone who would be patient enough to wait until we can try again, and they wouldn’t be weirded out.”

“Never. I don’t… the sex is extra,” Lexi says, her voice softening. “I’d be okay without it if it meant having you around.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. There’s never going to be any pressure with me, Ri, to act a certain way in the bedroom. We could go a month without having sex, and I’d still be so damn happy.”

“My romantic ways are rubbing off on you, Armstrong.”

“Seems that way.” She rests her chin on my chest. “I’m glad I get to be here with you.”

I love you, I love you, I love you, I think as I stroke her hair. We lie there for what feels like hours, only pulling apart to use the bathroom and rinse off. We drift back to each other minutes later and I turn off the lights. Our bodies slot together, and just before I lose consciousness to sleep, I throw up a prayer to whoever is listening that she loves me too.