Page 87 of Cherry Picking
He’s waiting for me with open arms that I readily sink into. His beard tickles the side of my neck, but I settle in closer and breathe him in.
“It’s been a long night,” I say, and he squeezes me tight.
“It has.” His lips graze my ear. “Lucky for you both the Easton household are late risers, so there’s time to rest.”
When I groan, he flips me onto my back and presses me to the mattress with his weight. His hands still hold onto me as his lips pass like a ghost over mine.
“Sleep, frat boy.”
I want to, but I’m wound so tight not even Riley’s soothing hands along my body can loosen me up.
“He hit her, Riley. His own daughter. Him and I have gotten into it before, but he’s never laid a hand on me.”
“I know, baby. But you’ve done everything you can tonight. Focus on getting some rest and having a good day with her tomorrow.”
I huff, and he nips at my chin. “I love you, Riley.”
“Go to sleep, Griffin.”
Cam blends in with the Eastons well. She cooks with Mrs. Easton, gets along easy with Riley, and a few times I caught her playing games with Parker in the backyard.
I haven’t seen her this carefree in years, but I hate the circumstances that lead us here. While I should be enjoying the day with everyone else, the worry keeps me captive and out of the moment.
“Bend over.”
I blink out of whatever black hole swallowed me this time to the sound of my boyfriend’s growled voice in my ear.
“Huh?”
“I said, bend over.” A hand slides up my back, the other gripping my hip and keeping me steady as he pushes my face to the mattress. “If nothing else gets you out of your head, this will.”
Before I can question him, my pants are yanked down around my knees, and a cool, wet finger pushes past my entrance.
“Oh god,” I moan into the comforter as the burn radiates through my backside. “Riley. Fuck.”
He makes quick work of loosening me for a second finger, scissoring them inside so slow and meticulous that I have no choice but to thrust back to beg him to go deeper, harder.
“That’s it, baby. You want to be filled, don’t you?”
Even with a head full of worries, my body responds to him without question.
It’s a rough, dirty fuck where Riley holds my head to the mattress to muffle the indecent noises I’m spewing. His cock punches inside with an intense rhythm, going straight for my prostate and shoving me so far up the bed with each thrust that my feet leave the ground and trap my cock beneath my body and the bed.
“Riley,” I gasp out, turning my head when he loosens his hold a fraction. “Lube, please?”
The pounding slows but doesn’t stop as he reaches for the bottle on the side table. “My cock or yours?”
“Mine.”
He picks my hips up and shoves my knees beneath me, all while staying firmly lodged in my ass. His hands make a pass over my spread cheeks, down my thighs, and when he grips my cock in one calloused hand, he dribbles lube over me with the other before working it in.
Which includes a fast and steady attack on my dick while he pegs me harder in the one spot it’s impossible to keep my composure.
“Fuck. That’s it, baby. You take me so good. Just a little more. C’mon, baby, let loose. Clench around me just like that. Fuck, you’re gonna make me come.”
Riley’s hands, his dick, his words, they’re all too much and everything at once. The perfect combination to send me spiraling over, crying into my own hand as I spill into his.
There’s a single, blissful, white out moment before I come down, where Riley’s mouth latches onto my neck and sucks adeep, purple bruise as his hips slam into my ass one final time, and his release pulses inside of me.
