Page 75 of Hat Trick

“I need something to prove I slept with the hottest woman in the world. No one would believe me.”

“You don’t seem like the bragging type.”

“I’m not. You said this stays between us. And it will.”

His cheeks turn pink. I don’t know how this is the same man who just bossed me around. He’s not shy when his attention roams down my body, taking in my breasts and my stomach then stopping between my legs.

He groans, and it might be the hottest sound I’ve ever heard. There’s fierceness behind the noise, and I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed by how thoroughly he’s looking at me.

“See something you like?” I ask, the words splintering when he blows a puff of air against my clit.

“Gonna fucking worship you,” he grunts, thrusting his hips into the bed, and I know he will.

He’s purposeful when he pushes a finger inside me, another groan firing from his throat when I open my thighs wider to give him more space. Riley fucks me slowly, carefully, watching my every move to figure out what I like without having to tell him.

When he adds a second finger, I shut my eyes. I try to steady myself, the overwhelming wave of satisfaction starting to roll through me, because he curls his fingers. He presses on my clit with his thumb, then his tongue, and there’s no way in hell I should already be so close, so soon.

“God,” he whispers. “If this is what you look like taking my fingers, how are you going to look when you take my cock?”

“Like I’m being impaled, probably.” I gasp, squirming when he drapes his arm firmly across my stomach so I can’t move. I’m desperate for more of him, the sensation too much but also not nearly fucking enough. “On account of how big you are.”

Riley laughs. He licks a long swipe over my pussy and the mattress dips when he thrusts his hips again. There’s too much happening around me. His hands areeverywhere; moving from the inside of my thighs to my ankles so I rest my feet on his shoulders. Back up and sliding under me so he can grab a handful of my ass in a tight squeeze.

It’s exquisite. I feel boneless when he goes from two fingers inside me to three, the stretch a delicious ache as my entire body starts to respond to him.

“Say something,” I blurt, mortified by the outburst.

“What?” He kisses my knee then sucks on the skin, a spot I didn’t know I liked being touched but absolutely love. “What do you want me to say?”

“I like being talked to. Being?—”

“Praised. You like being told you’re good, don’t you, Lexi?” His touch turns rougher, possessive. “You might be strong and independent, but at the end of the day, you want to know you’re taking me so fucking well.”

TWENTY-THREE

LEXI

I whine.Heat washes over me, and the high I’m chasing is within reach. I scramble for it, sinking into the awareness of being with someone who pays attention. Who watches me,readsme, and when Riley shoves his glasses up his nose and puts his tongue on me one more time, I lose it.

It’s the hottest, nerdiest thing I’ve ever seen, and a million stars explode in my vision. I cry out, reaching for the back of his head and pressing his face into my pussy because it’sso fucking good, I want it to last as long as possible.

“I want you to make a mess, Lexi,” he mumbles against me, his stubble scratching against my skin. “Drench my hand. Let that be another souvenir. I’ll never wash it again.”

A second orgasm sneaks up on me, less intense but just as wonderful, and my toes scrunch. I whimper, caught off guard by his ask. A sob escapes my mouth, and I feel Riley moving. His fingers slow, his touch relents back to soft and easy. Fresh tears spring in my eyes, and I’m exhausted. So weary that more tears fall, and I try to cover my face with my hands.

“Hey.Hey.” Riley sits next to me and pulls me into his lap. He strokes my back and kisses my wet cheek. “What’s wrong? Talk to me, Lexi.”

“That was—” My body shakes, the lingering pleasure undeniable. Maybe it’s going to stay with me forever. “So?—”

“You did so well,” he murmurs, and he’s hard under me. The tip of his cock presses into my ass, andgosh, I want that too. “So good. Twice? I’ve never?—”

“Me either.” I kiss his neck and the space below his ear, smiling when he hums. “You’re magic.”

“You’remagic.” His mouth is on my shoulder, and I’d love to find a way to tattoo his touch on my body. “We can stop there for the night. I don’t need—the first time was beyond my wildest dreams.”

“I want you.” I lift myself off him. “How…should you?—”

“I’m going to, ah, keep my leg on.” Riley swallows. “Tonight. I’m… I don’t want?—”

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