Chapter 34

Riley’s breath hitched,like he’d expected me to say no. Which was ridiculous. His hands ran down my body.

“Shit, is there lube?”

“Check the nightstand drawer. He seems to be stocked on everything else, so why not that?”

Riley wrinkled his nose. “Yeah, but lube?”

I shrugged and Ri checked the drawer anyway. “Oh, eww. Why is this here?” He held open a half-used bottle. “This is the guest room, right?”

“Pretty sure. Maybe he has a lot of horny guests.”

“Gross. I don’t wanna think about that.”

Riley lightly kissed right below my belly button, and then started to trail featherlight kisses down as he pulled off my sweats, leaving me as naked as he was.

He eyed my cock hungrily. “You can if you want. With your mouth. Just go easy please?”

He lit up, the biggest fuckin’ smile on his face. “Only want a taste. Anythin’ hurts, let me know.”

I nodded, and then Riley licked up the underside of my cock.

“Butterfly, holy shit.” His lips closed around my tip and then slowly lowered. He only got about halfway before he started gagging, but since I never even expected to be okay with this, it didn’t matter. He was perfect.

Riley stuck to his word and really only took a taste. He sucked on me long enough for me to get hard and drive me crazy, and then he reached for the lube. He started stretching himself out, but I stopped him.

“Turn around. I wanna see.”

His dick twitched. “Holy shit, that’s hot. Yeah, okay.”

Riley straddled my legs, his ass facing me. He sat up, careful not to touch me in anyway and hurt me. I put my hand on his hip, just needing some kind of contact.

I watched in fascination as he pushed his coated finger into his hole. I wanted to help but didn’t want to push it. Plus, there was something so sexy about watching him prepare himself for me.

“Take it slow, baby. I’m pretty big.”

He looked at me over his shoulder with a saucy grin. “I know. But I’ve been gettin’ myself ready for this. I knew I’d want to feel you inside me eventually.”

I moaned and reached for my own cock, that was getting desperate for attention. “You were stretchin’ yourself for me, butterfly? You knew you wanted to be ready for my cock?”

Riley nodded and stuck a second finger in. “Y-yeah. Any chance I could get.”

He was going quicker and rougher than I ever would for him, but I didn’t even have time to get worried before he turned around again and lined himself up.

“Are you sure?” I asked one more time. The last few days had been a lot. Hell, the last few months had been. I didn’t want him to rush into something because his emotions were running wild.

Riley didn’t roll his eyes, but it was a near thing. He held his ass cheeks open and slowly started to sit down on my cock.

I watched, fuckin’ amazed as he filled himself. I didn’t even have the energy to tilt my hips up, so it was all him, and he put on a show. Ri’s pupils were blown, his lip puffy from biting it, and his cheeks were flushed.

“You’re so thick, Becks. Holy fuck. Feels so much better than my fingers.”

“Take your time. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Ri shook his head. “Burn feels good.”

Soon, Riley had lowered himself all the way down. I held him in place so I could give him a chance to adjust. It didn’t take long before he was moving himself up and down on my cock.

“Riley. Fuckin’ A, you feel so good. You’re squeezin’ the life outta me. I love it. I love you.”

Riley picked up speed, bouncing up and down. “Me too. Love you, feels good.” I laughed at how he couldn’t even form a full sentence.

Was this what it felt like for Riley when he was inside of me? I could understand why he loved it so much. I never . . . I’d never done this before. I hadn’t even known if I wanted to. I loved Ri topping me and giving me a chance to just let go. But this, this I could do.

“Next time, I won’t have a concussion and I’ll take care of you.”

Riley moaned as he slammed down a little harder than before. I couldn’t stop the sounds coming out of my mouth. I really hoped there was good insulation in this place because I couldn’t keep quiet even if I tried.

“You always take care of me, baby. You’re fillin’ me so good.”

I didn’t know how long it lasted. I got lost in Riley’s blue eyes as they stared back at me, so full of love. We kept up a barrage of I love yous and you’re so beautifuls, both of us just spouting’ nonsense by the end, completely overwhelmed.

Riley had a way to make me forget all my problems, all my responsibilities, hell, even my pain. The only thing I had brain capacity for was Ri and how I filled his ass so well. I could stay like this forever.

It was over too soon, though. Riley gripped his dick and started to jerk himself off at a brutal pace. “Butterfly, fuck.”

Ri’s eyes rolled back and he cried out as his orgasm crashed over him. He clenched around my dick, and it was enough, and soon I was filling him completely.

Even after my orgasm was done, Ri didn’t get off. He seemed determined to stay latched to me as long as possible. Of course, I started to soften and eventually slipped out. I’d barely done anything but was exhausted anyway. I wished I could get up and clean him up like he deserved, maybe run him a bath. People did shit like that, right? All I could manage was to reach for the tissues on the nightstand and wiped us up as much as possible. We didn’t make too much of a mess on the bed, most of it landed on us.

Ri didn’t seem to mind. “So good, baby,” he mumbled sleepily. “Thank you.” He was out before I even finished cleaning him up.

“Let me see them right now or I swear to fuck, I’m callin’ the cops!”

“Jay, relax. They’re sleeping.”

“I don’t give a fuck!”

I opened my eyes with a groan. When would my head start not feeling like it was being smashed by a hammer every time I woke up? Now would be nice. Riley mumbled and pushed himself up to a sitting position. We were both still naked from earlier and tangled in sweaty sheets.

Shit, I couldn’t believe we’d really fucked on Wesley’s guest bed. I should probably feel guiltier than I did. Anyway, that wasn’t my biggest worry right now because Jay was causing a scene out there, and I wasn’t sure how long Wesley would remain calm.

“Put some pants on,” I told Riley as I wrapped the sheet around me.

“Jay! C’mere! We’re fine.” Riley chuckled as he leaned over the bed to grab my discarded sweats and slide them on. Even if they were way too big, I still fuckin’ loved it.

There was some commotion outside the door and then it burst open, a frazzled Jay practically fell through. Behind him, a much more composed Wes and Dakota followed.

Jay launched himself onto the bed. The movement made me wince.

“What the fuck? Three days, Beck! Three fuckin’ days and all I was gettin’ were cryptic ass calls from Riley’s sperm donor. You weren’t answerin’ your phone or texts. Neither of you were! And THEN I go by the apartment and this Batman lookin’ motherfucker is there layin’ carpet! Why the fuck was he puttin’ down new carpet in that shitbox?”

“How did you know we were here?” Riley asked, ignoring the rant completely.

“I told him,” Wesley answered. “After I accidentally heard your . . . activities this morning, I figured I could put the poor kid out of his misery.”

Riley turned beet red. “Y-you heard that?” Yeah, where was all that big talk about not giving a fuck now?

Jay’s gaze snapped back and forth between both of us. “Really? Y’all fucked but couldn’t send me a fuckin’ text? And why are you even here? And why are you beat to hell?”

Shit, I was such a fuckin’ asshole. “I’m sorry. I don’t even know where my phone is.”

“I have both of their phones,” Wesley answered. “Neither of them was in any condition to have them. Plus, Beckett can’t have screen time for a little while longer.”

Screen time? Way to make me sound like a 5-year-old with tablet time restrictions.

The annoyance drained from Jay’s face and was replaced completely by concern. “What happened?” he asked seriously.

I glanced toward Dakota. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him, but he was still a regular person with a regular life. I didn’t know a lot about him, but I knew he was close to his family and had mentioned something about family dinners once. I wasn’t sure if anyone who had weekly dinners with their parents would understand.

Luckily, Dakota was a cool dude and immediately understood. He looked toward Wesley. “Do you mind if we wait out there? I think they need some time.”

Wesley nodded. “Of course. Once you’re done, come on out. I’ll make some breakfast. I’m sure you’re all starving.”

My stomach rumbled on cue. He chuckled and led Dakota out of the room.

“Okay, fuckin’ spill.”

So I did. I kept Riley’s part to a minimum because that wasn’t my story to tell, but Ri filled in the blanks.

I then told him how I’d called Wesley because of his job and that he and his buddy had helped clean everything up. I still didn’t know what they did, but I figured I would soon enough.

When we were done, all three of us were crying. It was still so weird for me to cry. I’d spent my whole childhood avoiding it. Even when I’d wanted to, tears wouldn’t come. Now, though, it felt right. We hugged each other.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you sooner,” I directed at Jay.

“S’okay. That was a lot.” He looked at Riley. “I’m proud of you, slasher. Didn’t know you had that in ya.”

Riley grinned, clearly enjoying the ridiculous nickname. “Beckett needed me.” It was the only explanation either of us needed.