Page 43 of UnWholly Angels (Crestview Cardinals #1)

Chapter Twenty-Three

Maya

T he fabric of Riley’s jersey clung to my sweaty skin and nervousness almost had me running for the hills.

The last time I tried to take what was mine, it wasn’t planned.

It was playful because I was awake and bored.

I wasn’t ashamed to say that I was a little needy for attention, but this time, this time things were different.

Tonight, I would show Riley that I could be dominant, I think.

Chloe warned me of the potential punishment from ‘King.’ Well, King, let’s see what you’ve got, because I wanted it rough and possessive tonight.

I was going to attempt to take what was mine, but I had to keep composure.

Melting at his touch wouldn’t be an option.

He wouldn't be turning the tides, and I wouldn't end up between his body and smothered into the smooth leather of the couch. Not with the plans I had. Shit, I mean, even if this went the total opposite way as it might, I’d welcome the stinging across my ass each time his hand came down upon it, never stopping as I begged him to, like he would beg me to come in about five minutes.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, pausing as I watched his character skate across the ice, the clinking of the goalpost sounded in my ears as if I was at a game in real time.

The clicking of the controls, his laughter, and the way he had looked the most relaxed since we’d been together was intriguing to watch as his narrowed eyes focused on the screen.

I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth and bit down as I made my way to the back of the couch, standing leisurely behind and chuckling to myself, hearing the guys in his ear. With the headset on, he had no idea how close I was to getting what I wanted.

You did it once, Maya, you can do it again.

Leaning down, my lips hovered over the ear that wasn’t covered by the earpiece, making sure to fan my warm breath across his neck as I spoke.

“Can’t you play a different game?” I whispered so low his friends wouldn’t hear.

Goosebumps rose on his skin, the little hairs standing up along the area, but he didn’t move, too focused.

A small smirk rose to his face, and he was already challenging me to make a feeble attempt.

If that was how he wanted to play, I’d bite, but he better just sit and take it then.

His head rested against my abdomen as I pressed my body against the back of the couch, worried at how I was flying without so much as a plan, just completely winging it.

“Or better yet,” My tongue slid between my parted lips, and I chuckled lowly.

“You should take some pointers from the tutorial section of the game.” My fingers trailed along his shoulders and through his hair.

Lightly, I ran my fingers along his scalp, giving soft little scratches every so often.

“Your turnover rate in the offensive zone sucks.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he spat, and I could hear the others’ confusion as they tried to figure out who he was talking to.

Maya: One. Riley: Zero.

While he still faced the screen, engrossed in the game, I could tell that last comment got under his skin. The heat radiated off his body, and his jaw ticked. I continued, trailing my fingers around his bare chest, scratching my nail along Riley’s collarbone.

I trailed my tongue along his neck before taking the skin in between my teeth and sucking it into my mouth.

A low groan settled in his chest, and I could hear just the slightest hitch in his voice as he spoke to the guys.

One of them had scored, and I was only trying to help him celebrate.

I sucked and licked my way up to his ear, smiling each time his body shuddered under my lips.

“How many pucks do you think would fit, Riley?” I asked, licking from the base of his neck to the sensitive spot just under his ear.

Every jaw muscle flexed against my tongue as I moved, smiling that I had him right where I wanted him.

The air was thick with tension, and after waiting a solid couple of minutes, I took it upon myself to reach for his headset.

“Fuck, don’t do anything stupid,” he warned, but I wouldn’t listen.

Maybe this would give me the exact leverage needed and the punishment I wanted.

The headset rested firmly on my head, and it took a moment to fiddle with the mic, getting exactly the way it was supposed to be.

Not only would everyone know what happened, but they had a front row seat to hear how their beloved captain would break underneath me.

I bit down on the shell of his ear, and finally, he let out a needy groan. “Is this a private chat,” I asked the others. “I wanna play too.”

“Hell yeah, it is.” This voice seemed familiar, but deeper and more raspy. He sounded like someone punched him in the gut a few times.

“Whatever you’re about to do, Maya, I’d be very careful and think about your life choices.” The warning tone in Nick’s voice wouldn’t shy me away.

“She doesn't need to think about anything. Show me what you got.” That voice was definitely familiar, but it took a moment before I remembered it from the night in the locker room. It was Ethan. I think Riley called him, and a sinister smile crept along my flushed cheeks.

“Maya,” Riley warned once more, trying to grab at the headset. One last time, I laughed before licking at his salty skin, and it only caused him to groan louder. His body was starting to glisten with sweat, and I licked my lips as I ran my hand over his chest.

Looking between the controller and the distance I would need to walk around to face him, I made a split-second decision and hopped over the back of the couch to the other side.

“How much did you see in the locker room, Ethan?” I asked, readjusting the mic.

“Freckles, you really wanna do this?” Riley asked, amusement and mischief dancing along his eyes.

“I heard enough, would’ve stayed too if either of you would have asked,” Ethan replied.

“Dude?” Nick belted out with a laugh.

“Do you want to hear him again? How he moans for me,” I teased to my now silent audience. “I promise that he’s not as heartless as he claims to be. His moans are so beautiful, aren't they?”

“I like this game, keep going,” Ethan replied. I had imagined by now even Nick had his hand palming at a growing erection.

Kneeling, I used pushed his legs apart and brushed my hand over the bulge in his briefs. “I really like when you wear this material, you know,” I smiled. “Keep playing.”

Riley’s lips formed a thin line, eyes locked on mine, only leaving when a message to ‘get back in the game’ popped up behind me.

My fingers dipped below his waistband, pulling them down just enough to allow his cock freedom as it sprang from his underwear. “Do you all know he’s got my name tattooed on him? You should all do it. Show your partners how much you love them.”

Through hooded eyes, I watched as he frantically switched between watching me and playing the game, so I took the chance through distraction. Biting down onto his thigh, a slight whimper erupted from him, causing just enough pain to remind him who was in charge.

“Don’t look at me, Riley, the direction was to keep playing,” I demanded.

Every piece of him was tuned in and impatiently waiting for my touch.

My favorite part about Riley was that a part of him liked the pain, and sometimes I wondered if deep down there was a submissive side to him, a side that only I could bring out.

My nails lazily dragged themselves up and down his shaft, and my ears perked up as his breaths grew more ragged.

“I think he likes this gentleman.” He was warm and growing harder with each stroke. Wrapping my hand around him, I laughed, moving slowly, and a growl tore through him. I felt so fucking powerful in this moment. There was no way I could stop now.

“He’s so hard and pulsing under my hand. So needy for me.”

I couldn’t help it, gripping tighter and pumping his dick harder, faster. “Look at me,” I ordered confidently. “Do you want me to stop?”

He was silent and staring daggers into my soul, and I knew without a doubt I was fucked after tonight. Without an answer, I mean, I really had no choice but to pull my hand away, leaving Riley as nothing more than a panting mess with a slick shaft.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Put your hand back, now.”

“Did any of you hear a please?” My gaze darkened on him, but my hand returned to pumping his shaft. “Because I sure as hell…didn’t. Let’s see how long you can last, Riley. No coming.”

“Fucking cruel woman, you’re done,” he countered. “You’re so fucking done,” Riley threatened in a strangled breath.

Throwing his controller to the side, the game all but forgotten, Riley threw me a challenging glare, and I couldn’t help it any longer.

I needed to feel myself around him, to be completely filled.

Beads of sweat fell down his forehead as I set a punishing pace, gripping him tightly and making sure my thumb grazed the head of his cock each time.

I smiled as his legs straightened out, running along the plush carpet and feeling his body begin to tremble. My eyes widened, not expecting to see the way his face contorted into a mix of defiance and pleasure. “Should I let him come?” I asked our bystanders.

“Be nice to him, Maya,” Nick chuckled, trying to be the voice of reason. Of course, the others had a plan of their own.

A raspy voice echoed through the speaker. “Straddle him, Maya. I want to hear your hips slam against him,” the voice said. “Make Kingston beg for it.”

“You're going to get her a spanking,” Ethan joked.

“Uhhhh….a bit more than that,” Nick cut in.

“Anymore from you and I’ll kick you from the chat, Nicholas. Now, be a good boy and shut up,” I barked. Riley was nearing the edge again, and I could feel it. Once again, my hand disappeared just as his body tensed. He was completely unraveling over the smallest task.

Well, if I didn’t fulfill the request, it really would be a shame, wouldn't it. Riley’s eyes were glazed over with pure lust, and he crushed the leather on the couch underneath his fingers.

Rising from my place between his legs, I moved myself closer and straddled him.

My thighs pressed against his toned legs for support.

His hands flew to my waist, and his friends were all but forgotten as my hand reached for his chin, digging into the stubble.

“Ride me…Please, I need it,” he begged. His hands moved lower, gripping the soft flesh of my ass, and I gasped as his finger dug in more, forcing me to start moving over his cock. “I’ll be a good boy,” he pleaded. “I’ll be your favorite.”

Oh no.

They didn’t know what he was doing, but I did from the sarcastic demeanor laced in his voice. I needed to reel it in before the tides turned. Riley growled, a low warning, and I continued to roll my hips, swallowing the moans each time my clit rubbed against his body.

In a quick motion, my hand jerked back, and I tried to wrap my hand around his neck, but he was too fast. One hand gripped my wrist while the other clamped down around my neck, squeezing before I made contact.

The only thing I could manage was a choked cry as I struggled for air.

The headset started to slip off, and with a devilish grin, he placed it back on my head.

“Wouldn’t want to interrupt your show, now would you?

” His grin widened, realizing winning this was within reach.

My hardened nipples rubbed along his chest as he pulled me forward, devouring my lips. My head faced the ceiling, trying to allow any air into my screaming lungs. He was so deep, and I couldn’t stop from grinding my hips against him, greedy for anything he was willing to give me.

Welcome to the Party King.

“Are you going to hurt me good, King?” I rasped.

He pulled my ass closer, guiding my body up and down his shaft. "You have no fucking idea," he moaned. I paused, lost in the ecstasy of the moment, lost in him.

"How bad do you want to come?" I’d tried and failed.

I may be dominant in some aspects, and maybe it had to do with wanting control in every aspect of my life, but I wanted to submit to Riley because I trusted he would take care of me.

My mind might wander, but it was always back to the pleasure that he was giving, the pain I wanted.

It was time to stop trying and let King take what he wanted.

"Stop talking and finish what you started,” he moaned.

“Yes, King,” I choked out against his hand. Our sweaty bodies slid against each other rapidly, as he allowed me to ride him with no mercy, taking what I needed and using him in a way where he still maintained the control.

Riley’s cock throbbed against my walls. I knew we were both close, and I caved. His fingers held my waist hostage, moving slowly up my back. My own nails dug into the muscled flesh as I slammed my pussy down to grind on his pelvis. “Please, King,” I whimpered. “May I come?”

I whimpered as one hand left my body, tracing down my abdomen to rub circles over my clit. “Come for me, Maya.”

His eyes never left mine, and with a grin, he pushed me down onto him once more, my pussy clamped around him, and my pulsing walls forced Riley to his own climax. His abdomen tightened each time he bucked under me, and it felt like his hardness would split me open from this angle.

He allowed the waves of pleasure to roll through my body, waiting until I was done convulsing to pull himself out.

Able to climb off, I curled into him and smiled when I felt the warmth of a blanket as it was placed over my shivering body, and a bottle of water was planted next to me.

Riley cleared his throat before speaking. “Next time, say thank you after I allow you to come as violently as you just did.”

My eyes threatened to close, but a moment later, I was wide awake, and my face flushed with heat from a single sentence.

“Holy shit,” Ethan cackled. “Does anyone know if she is still alive?”

Shit, I still had the headset on.