Page 102 of Riordan's Revenge

Moving between his knees, I popped the first button on my cutaway waistcoat. “I know you’re angry. If it helps, I’m sorry. I will make it up to ye.”

“With your body.”

Not a question, but I nodded anyway. “Not just that. I’ll find other ways.”

The second and third button opened, and I let the waistcoat slide off. Riordan’s attention grazed down me to my breasts, exactly as I’d wanted.

“Touch me,” I asked.

“No.”

“Then I’ll touch myself.”

I unclipped my bra and dropped it, breathing harder at how Riordan swallowed. How a muscle in his jaw ticked.

Fresh air ghosted over my skin, and I cupped my breasts in front of his face. Level with his mouth. In my imagination, heleaned in to kiss and lick. My nipples hardened, and I moaned softly. When I squeezed them, need flickered over Riordan’s features. His jeans were already tented. By his sides, his hands formed fists.

Satisfaction emboldened me along with scorching heat. I wanted to tease him some more. I wanted to take him to pieces.

“Once his hands start to wander lower, you cut him off,” Dixie ordered. “Get down on the ground ready to pray, pretty girl. Give him the view down your body, knees a little wide so he’s thinking about that space between them. Then hold that eye contact and undo his jeans. Carefully. We don’t want any zip injuries from an overexcited dick now.”

I didn’t watch her and Lex. Freeing Riordan’s dick took up every bit of my attention.

I was half afraid of him stopping me.

He didn’t. Instead, he adjusted his position with an elbow over the back of the couch. Casual, to any onlooker, but not to me. He was locked in. So focused on me and so hard, his dick gleaming with precum.

Dixie continued, “Now you’ve got the goods, bestie, you give one hesitant stroke while gazing up at him like you’re the sweetest most innocent thing who’s never seen such a monster. So big. So impressive. All you want is that in your mouth. So let’s get you there. Squeeze the base to get the blood flow to the end, then lick him like a lollipop. At the end, sink onto him, teeth covered, of course. Get him as wet as he should be getting you. Keep it slow so we don’t ruin the fun too early—most guys can only last a few minutes at most—and only suck lightly. If he gets too excited, come off him, cup his balls, and draw them away from his body. Ease your thumb between them. Be very gentle here. If you want a pro tip, do this with your mouth.”

I’d copied her with the first stroke, then watched for technique, Lex’s dick in her hands.

Riordan swore, and I peeked up at him.

“Getting impatient?”

He clamped his jaw. I took him into my mouth. His taste flooded my hot, wet tongue.

“Fucking hell, Cassie.”

I sucked. He groaned out loud.

In the adjacent room, Lex gave a low laugh, and Dixie crowed.

“What did I just hear? Fast little learner, hun. Show him you’ve got skills.”

Riordan passed one hand over his face, but I was emboldened and even more determined. Rising on my knees, I slid my mouth up and down his dick again then sank onto him, this time remembering to add the suction, like Dixie had suggested.

Another more controlled sound of pleasure from him then warm fingers speared into my curls. He didn’t try to guide me, just cupped the back of my head while I found a rhythm, getting him harder with every pass.

This was magical. I loved his taste and the thrill of the power I had over him. The slight buck of his hips he clearly tried to stop. The tightening of his body on every downwards plunge.

His breathing told me when to slow, and I toyed with his heavy balls, playing with him, and giving him space to calm down. I held his gaze and licked my lips.

“I’m close, sweet thing. You have to stop,” Lex warned softly from the other room.

Dixie came off him with a wet pop. “Advanced techniques include letting him fuck down your throat to the narrowest part. It cuts off your breathing, so I don’t recommend you try this as a beginner, and it’s for the guy to lead anyways. A better one is to grab some lube and tease his ass. Get a toy in there if you can.”

“No fucking chance,” Riordan grumbled.

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