6. Stella

As soon as I give him the green light to proceed, Riggs strips off his boxers. Had he just shoved them down and freed his erection, I would have been secretly disappointed. Now I get to see all of him.

Every delicious inch.

My greedy gaze takes in the dark hair that whirls across his chest before arrowing down his chiseled abdominals and then further to his groin. His hard cock stands proudly to attention as it curves toward his six pack. His thighs are thick and muscular from skating six days a week.

And he thinks I'm the beautiful one?

Ha!

The guy is delusional. It's him.

His gaze captures mine as he sucks the corner of his lip into his mouth and chews it as if silently contemplating something before his hand drifts to his dick and tightens around the girth.

My mouth turns cottony as I eat him up with my eyes.

When he clears his throat, my gaze flickers upward.

"What's wrong?"

"Can I…" His husky voice trails off.

"Can you what?"

"Can I rub my dick against you?"

My pussy clenches at the idea of such intimacy.

"Sure," I whisper, aroused beyond belief by the thought.

He quickly rolls to his side and pops to his knees before lifting one of my legs and positioning himself between them. My heartbeat explodes in my chest as his gaze clings to mine. With his fingers wrapped around my knees, he widens them, making room before moving closer until his thick cock is nestled against my center.

A groan escapes from him as he flexes his hips and runs his erection across my slit. He continues to move closer until I can feel every inch of his length pressed against me. My back arches at the delicious contact.

A shiver slides through me at the sight of a naked Riggs looming between my spread thighs. I've seen him in board shorts at the beach and in his boxers, but never like this. Every muscle is taut and straining as his thick cock juts toward me.

The sight of him is so damn sexy.

"Take off your tank," he growls. "I want to see your breasts again. They're so fucking perfect. All of you is."

It never occurs to me to turn down the request. My fingers tighten around the hem before dragging it up my torso and over my head.

And then I'm as naked as he is.

He pushes my thighs farther apart and flexes his hips. Every time the mushroom-shaped head bumps my clit, toe-curling sensation ricochets through my body and I realize it won't take much to orgasm for a second time.

Especially with the way he's stroking his hard length against me. I can't help but squirm, wanting more.

What would it feel like to have his thick erection buried deep inside me?

Filling me to the brim.

Needing more sensation, my hands rise to my breasts, squeezing the softness before trailing the fingertips over my nipples. With my gaze locked on him, I tweak the tips until they're so hard, they ache.

"Fuck, Stella…"

One more thrust of his hips and he's coming undone. His dick strokes my clit as his hot release lands on my lower belly. He arches his back and bares his throat as a groan rumbles up from deep within his chest. The low tones of it reverberate throughout my entire being. That's all it takes for me to tumble over the edge. As I grind my pussy against his steely length, stars burst behind my eyelids.

As intense as the first orgasm was, this is even more so.

When I finally float back to earth, I find Riggs staring down at the ejaculation painted across my lower abdomen. My thighs are still spread impossibly wide with his cock nestled against me. Even though he just came, he's still hard.

My gaze stays locked on his as I run my fingers through his release before lifting them to my mouth and taking a long lap.

His eyes widen.

"Now we're even."

"Oh fuck."