Page 27 of Riley

Eric fell into my space, and I fell into him with ease, pulling him close.

I slid my hand in his hair, tilting his face up to mine as I crushed my lips against his.

A part of me half expected him to pull away, but he didn’t. Instead, he melted against me like warm butter on toast, groaning with a deep satisfaction that echoed in my mouth, bringing my cock back to life once more.

I gripped the edge of his hair with my fingers as I relaxed, relishing in the warmth of his skin against my palm, of his tongue in my mouth, caressing mine.

Eric kissed me like he was starving. Like heneededme as much as I needed him.

When he pulled away, I spoke. “I’d like to see you again. If... if that’s okay, and you’re free, I mean,” I hurried, feeling a monumental weight as I said the words.

“I’d like that,” Eric said, licking his pouty lips, which were beautifully swollen still from kissing me. His voice was like fudge, thick and rich. He walked away slowly.

“I mean, I did win the game,” I said, smiling wide.

Eric appraised me with his gaze as he stopped halfway to the car.

“Right. Of course,” he said, waving at me as he turned around.

I watched from my porch as he got in his sleek car, pulled out, and drove away.

Only once the door was locked, did I let out a breath of relief, a smile curling at the edges of my lips. I fist bumped the air like a total dork, like I too, was a teenager.

A teenager who’d gotten lucky with the hottest guy in school.

My mind was spinning, reeling from our night, our kiss.

One look at the clock on the stove told me it was nearing eleven thirty, and I knew I needed to get to bed soon.

Normally, I’d shower in the morning, but I was also usually in bed by now, so I knew it would be best to shower before bed so I could grab a few extra snoozes in the morning.

I undressed on my way to the bathroom, tossing my clothes in the hamper. Turning on the shower, I let the water run for a moment, waiting for it to warm. My cock throbbed, stiff as aboard, and instinctively, I ran my hand along the length. Warm, sticky bits of precum lined my slit, and I let out a frustrated groan, remembering Eric’s contented sound, his tongue in my mouth.

I let go of myself as I entered the warm spray, trying to push the images in my mind away. I needed to get cleaned up, needed to get to bed, so I could get up on time.

But the ache in my balls, and the solidness of my throbbing erection were too much, and I knew there was only one way to truly quiet my need.

I slid my wet hand over my shaft slowly, my hips thrusting of their own accord. Bracing myself against the wall with my free hand, I closed my eyes, focusing only on the feel of my hand, the motion. It’d been a long time since I feltanyoneelse’s touch, and I’d grown content with that. At least, I thought I had.

But soon my mind filled with the memory of Eric once more, of my fingers in his hair, of his deep, throaty groans, of his warm tongue caressing mine.

Of his hardness pressed against me.

Slowly, I dragged myself out of my warm, wet palm, a deep groan escaping my own throat.

I imagined we didn’t stop there, on my porch.

I imagined my lips caressed that sweet corner of his mouth, the spot where his smirk set as he gazed up at me. I imagined sliding my hands over his hips, along the curve of his ass in his sexy jeans, over his hardness.

I thrust myself through my fist once more, this time picking up the pace as I imagined the sounds he’d make beneath me, theway his hands would feel touching me the way I wanted to touch him.

I imagined the warmth of his needy mouth wrapped around my swollen cock, and letting out a frustrated groan.

My hips thrust harder, faster as the image of Eric before me—no,beneathme—perfect, pouty lips wrapped around me, sucking, licking...

“Fuck!” I growled as I came, hard.

My stomach muscles tightened as I hazily opened my eyes, watching my cock spray the wall with my release, with an intensity I’d never felt before.

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