Page 134 of Hat Trick

“What do you think?” I spin in a slow circle and rest my hands on my ass cheeks, letting him see how well the lace accentuates the curves I work damn hard for. “Do you like what you see?”

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I face him and slowly tease my hands up my body. I push my breasts together and he whimpers, agony in his eyes when I shake my head. “What? I can’t touch you?”

“Have you been good, Riley? Do you think you deserve to touch me?”

“I’ve been very good,” he rasps. “But I can be better. How can I be better?”

I remember the conversation we had in his bedroom when I found his ropes. He mentioned he liked being told what to do from time to time, and I wonder how far he’d go to get what he wants.

“Crawl,” I say, and he gets on the floor without a second thought.

A wince flashes across his mouth, but before I can stop him and tell him to ignore what I just said because it might be painful, he’s moving toward me on his hands and knees, a determined gleam in his eye I’ve never seen from him before.

When he’s right in front of me, he stays there, looking up and waiting for my next ask. I smile, smug and bold, and lift his chin with the curve of my finger.

“That’s a very good boy, Riley.”

He blushes a furious shade of red. He opens his mouth to try to stammer out a response, but nothing comes except another whimper, louder, more desperate, and it’s fuel to the fire.

“You’re going to watch,” I tell him. “When I’m close, I want you to eat me out. Can you do that?”

“It would be an honor.” He sits up and runs his thumb along my calf, lifting my ankle so my foot rests on his shoulder. “I’ve always wanted a front seat at the show.”

I pull my underwear to the side, not surprised to find myself wet. I’ve been turned on from the second he got here, worked up from our very first kiss, and I’m not in the mood to draw this out. I want to get off, and I want to get offnow.

Not wasting any time, I push two fingers inside my pussy and groan at the stretch. Riley inches closer, his exhale hot on my skin, and I balance by resting a palm on top of his head. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t speak, but his breathing is heavy. With every curl of my fingers and every touch to my clit, his whines get more frequent, and I might need to put him out of his misery early.

“You’re so sweet. So perfect.God.Look at you,” he says. “I love that you can take care of yourself. I love that you want to use me just so you can come. You have to know I’m willing, Lexi. You can have whatever you want from me.”

My hand shakes with every one of his words, and I close my eyes. I bring myself to the edge of pleasure, imagining what it’s going to feel like when he fucks me in the perfect way he does, and I tighten around my fingers at the thought.

“Riley.” I reach for the back of his head and his mouth is on me in a second. He licks me, tongue on my clit and hand bumping against mine so he can replace my fingers with his. “Please.”

“Hearing you beg is one of my favorite things in the world,” he says, voice muffled from between my thighs. “You’re so wet. You love to touch yourself while I watch, don’t you? You love teasing me with what I can’t have.”

“You can have whatever the fuck you want,” I pant, keeping my underwear to the side so he can continue to eat me out. “Just make me come. Please,” I say again, and his laugh is wicked.

“So desperate for me. I can’t wait to hear you say my name when you come, Lexi. I could always use the ego boost.”

I writhe against his fingers and mouth, my orgasm within reach. When he gives my clit a light slap, my hips rock forward. I see stars behind my eyes and I cry out, nirvana gathering deep in my belly.

I wait for it with bated breath, but when it doesn’t manifest, when the feeling disappears, I jerk my chin down and glare at him.

“What the hell?” I ask, frustrated. “I was almost there.”

“I didn’t hear my name,” Riley says, lips wet and cheeks stamped with my arousal. I have no clue where his glasses are, and his hair is sticking up by his ear. “No name. No orgasm.”

“Come on. I’ve already said your name.”

“Yeah, but I want you to scream it this time.”

“You’re so bossy.”

“I can be when it comes to you.” He kisses the top of my thigh. “Because I think you like it.”

I do like it, and it’s why I huff. It’s why I tip my head back and sink into the bliss he brings me. When I’m close again, I moan. I claw at his shoulders, and his name comes out as a rushed breath.

“Riley. That’s so?—”

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