Page 37 of Null & Void

I shimmy over so that I’m slightly underneath him. “You should kiss me,” I whisper.His eyes pop open as my hand is mid-stroke around his eyebrow.

“No, I don’t think I should, Firecat,” he whispers back. “Anyway, you made me promise.”

“Kissing isn’t fucking,” I complain, as my fingers move from trailing around his ear to spearing into his hair so I can grip and pull him down onto me.

With his body weight on me, bracing himself on his elbows on either side of me, I release the grip I have on his hair.I move so he’s resting more comfortably between my legs, bringing my left leg up to a knee so the fabric of his pants brushes the inside of my naked thigh.

My arm is hooked under his, reaching up his back so I can drag my nails down his skin.I lift my mouth up and place a tiny, delicate kiss on his jaw below his ear, as I scrape my nails downward.

He shudders. “Is this you or the alcohol in control?”

“It doesn’t matter,” I whisper as I nip a trail along his jaw toward his chin.

“I think you’ll feel differently in the morning.”

“I don’t care.”

“I do.”

I capture his mouth with mine, and he immediately kisses me back with the same fervor.Pausing briefly for a breath, my tongue flicks out to his bottom lip as he grabs my jaw with his hand, using his thumb to open my mouth wider.Then, he fills me, and I can’t tell where my tongue ends, and he begins. Did I bite my own lip, or was that him?

His hand moves from my face and trails down the side of my body, dragging his fingernails along the skin of my bare hip down my right leg.He flattens his palm and grips the bottom of my calf, hooking my leg around him. His calloused skin and the warmth from his hand have the heat between my legs screaming in response.

Riley slides his hand back over my leg and stops as he grips my ass, rocking once into me.I moan a little into his mouth, and I try to arch myself up to press against his hardening length. He grips me harder as he dips his head down to nibble my neck, scraping his teeth across my skin before finishing with a kiss.

I need. I need. I reach down to where his hand is still tightly gripping my ass and slowly try to slide his hand around to where I need him most. Riley must understand because he grabs my hand and moves it to pin my arm above my head, shifting his weight on me.

“That is not kissing, Firecat,” he growls.

“It’s not fucking,” I protest.

“You don’t think I could fuck you with my fingers?” he says, as his teeth close on my earlobe with a satisfying sting.

His hand moves from my pinned arm, sliding back down and giving my breast a small squeeze which has another restrained moan escaping my lips.With my left arm now free, I use both hands to grip his face.

I’m trying to see his eyes, but I don’t know why. I’ve always hated the way it makes me feel to look into another person’s eyes for too long. Like I’m greedy, like I’m trying to take something from them. It’s hard in this fucking dark cave, but I do see them. Part of me expected to see a truth not spoken, or the revelation that he isn’t really here with me. But it’s…Riley, and the relief is staggering.

Relishing in the small intimacy of locking eyes is followed by the pleasure of him gripping my waist and rocking into me once more, his cock pulsing his own need.I consume his mouth again with another kiss, and immediately need his perfectly soft lips touching every inch of my skin.

My left hand is gripping his shoulder while I let the other press against his chest. I swiftly slide my hand down between us, straight into the loosening waistband of his pants. I grip his length, a jolt of shock at the sheer size of him causing me to dig my nails into his shoulder. I let out the tiniest of moans again.

“Fuck,” Riley groans softly, breath hot on my lips.

He presses his forehead down onto mine with his eyes squeezed shut, breathing heavily.I stroke his cock fully, a bead of wetness already at the head.

With a hard exhale, Riley extricates my hand and rolls me onto my side with my back to him, then clamps me into a bear hug from behind. “Time to sleep, Firecat,” he says hoarsely into the back of my head.

I’m pretty sure I whimper in protest, but the warmth of him wrapping around me and a sense of pure comfort and safety takes over, and I slip into delicious unconsciousness.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Where are my pants?Pants. Pants. I’m chanting in my head as I fumble around the empty sleeping alcove.

“The water canteen is against the wall to your left,” Riley calls out from the main area.

I’m immediately aware of how dry my mouth is, along with my pounding headache. “Ugh.”

I crawl out of the dark alcove, like a monster from a nightmare, squinting at the too-bright light. Crouching on my knees, I glare around at the mess. Why are my clothes everywhere? My eyes widen…

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