Chapter 32

CHAPTER 32

Eric

We stood on my porch, like two awkward teenagers, as I fumbled with my keys.

“Do you want to come in?” I asked, feeling for the first time like I had nothing to hide.

Because we were both on the same page.

“Only if you’re comfortable,” Riley said sweetly, leaning down to deliver a quick kiss to my lip. “You are the one in charge here, and I am a gentleman, after all,” he said, flashing me with a soft smile.

“Then yes,” I breathed, not thinking twice. “Yes, I want you to come in.”

Riley smiled, nodding as I opened the door for him. He peered inside before taking a step in, and I followed.

My lights came on automatically as I shut the door.

A low whistle escaped his throat.

“Wow...” he said in awe, looking around my open concept living space.

“Wow as in good wow, or?—”

Riley turned to face me as I slid my hands in my pockets, leaning against my sectional.

“Did... your job pay for this house?” he asked, though his tone was not judgmental as it was shocked.

I nodded, crossing my arms. “Yes. Took a while, because at first I didn’t really know what I was doing, but once I figured out how to market, how to follow the algos, how to create engaging content, both sexual and non-sexual... I was able to finally monetize my content and buy a house. In a nice neighborhood, with nice neighbors, and...”

I realized I was rambling, and he was staring. He beamed at me with pride.

And it felt more than good to have someone look at me, the real me, and see the success I’d had, no matter how I’d come across it.

“That’s amazing,” he said as he stepped toward me and settled his hand on my waist.

“Like a Rubix Cube, so many intricate parts make up who you are,” he said, pulling me to him.

I slid my arms around his neck, looking up at him with so much love I could have been the heart eyes emoji.

“I’ll never regret the things I did to get here, but I’m excited for this next chapter,” I breathed against him.

Riley’s eyebrows narrowed. “What’s the next chapter?”

“I told you, after the other night, I closed my account. My friends slash coworkers, the guys from the pool game, we’re going in as a team on a platform that teaches... well, anyone I guess who wants to know... about content creation and making a six figure business out of whatever it is you’re passionate about, I guess.”

Riley gleamed with pride. “That sounds amazing.”

“Well, it kind of just happened to come at the right time, you know. I was ready to be done with performing because...”

My words disappeared as I looked at him, as I took in the sight of this man who inspired me to be the best versions of myself I could be.

“I wanted only you,” I whispered, pulling him into my kiss. “And I wanted you to be the only one who got me, all of me,” I breathed, biting my lip as I let the words out, their finality like glass in the air between us.

Riley settled his hand on my collarbone, forcing me to look up at him as he nodded.

“You aren’t the only one with selfish desires, Eric,” he breathed as he slid his hands down my shirt to my waistband.

His fingers gently tugged at my belt, swiftly undoing the buckle, and my cock twitched. I looked into his eyes and knew, I’d never want anyone else.

Riley Evans was end game.

I settled my hands on his hips, tugging at the hem of his shirt. He let me remove it without question, and I had to stifle a groan as I laid eyes on his perfectly defined chest, lit up by the amber lighting of my sconces.

“Is that so?” I asked, raising a brow. “Why don’t you tell me more about these... selfish desires?” I let my voice go dark and gravelly in the way I had learned most people liked.

Deep, sexy, with a tinge of growl.

Riley responded by shoving my pants and underwear to my ankles. My cock bobbed free, stiff as a board.

Desire was never a problem with Riley in mind.

He pulled me closer, his fingers curling in the hem of my shirt as he kissed my neck, right over my pulsing vein, before he removed my shirt, leaving me completely naked.

“Hmm... well, let’s see... For starters...” He kissed my lips, his tongue hungry for mine as he squeezed my cock in his warm palm.

I groaned from the touch as he stroked me. I couldn’t help but thrust my hand against him, seeking more, needing more.

More of his touch, more of his love.

More of him.

“I want to taste you,” he breathed in my ear.

I was more than happy to oblige, picking up what he was throwing down.

“You want to choke on Daddy ’s cock, huh? Want to wrap that hot little mouth around me until I come down your throat?” I taunted him.

He responded to my shift in demeanor, just as I knew he would, and I couldn’t deny the way that simple shift, the way he just obeyed me as he dropped to his knees, eyes imploring mine, made me feel.

Like I truly was the king of this castle, like I was the king of his heart.

And his cock, which visibly strained against his jeans.

He reached for me, but I backed away.

“Ah, ah, I didn’t say you could have this yet,” I teased, assuming the role that was easiest for me, a role that I had a feeling was just what the professor needed.

Someone to take control of the situation, take control of him.

“Please,” he said, licking his lips.

“Show Daddy how much you want this cock,” I said as I approached him, letting my moistened tip brush the edge of his silky lips.

“Show me that pretty pink cock of yours,” I commanded, and Riley did not hesitate. He removed his pants and boxers faster than I could blink.

“Sit on the couch,” I ordered, and he did, leaning back against my grey cushions so I could take in the sight of him, all long legs and arms, toned and defined by the shadows the light was casting on him, his thick, pink cock standing at attention.

The last time we’d really gotten intimate, things were a blur. And then the next morning, when we’d gotten carried away, I’d walked away with my needs met, but Riley...

Riley had insisted he was fine, but I never got to reciprocate the pleasure like I’d wanted to.

As badly as I wanted this man’s mouth on my cock, I wanted to please him, to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

I straddled his hips as I braced my knees on the cushions, letting my cock brush against his. His arms stretched out like a trapeze along the back of my couch, his dark eyes gazing into mine with warmth and wonder.

“That’s a good boy,” I purred as I captured his lips with mine, rubbing myself against him. I pulled away for a moment, taking stock of his lustful gaze, smirking as I spit in my hand. His eyes widened.

“Is that what you want, Cinderella?” I asked as I slathered both of our cocks in my saliva.

I could feel the stickiness of precum mixing with the warmth of my spit. I slid my hand over his leaking head, gathering it as I coated myself in it. In him.

“Yes,” he breathed, his fingernails digging into my ass.

I smirked, commanding him once more. “Then get on your knees, Princess.”

Riley didn’t waste a moment as he did as I asked, nearly knocking me to the floor as he did so. The moment his mouth wrapped around my cock, I felt like my entire body turned to liquid.

Riley hollowed his cheeks, taking me to the back of his throat in one swift motion.

I grabbed his hair, letting out a deep growl, mixed with cursing as his tongue lapped at my head, pushing into my slit.

I pulled out, if only because I didn’t want to come yet, and I knew if Riley kept it up, I wouldn’t last long.

I wanted to give him what he wanted, but I also wanted to take my time.

“Not yet, baby,” I murmured huskily as he looked up at me, doe-eyed and needy.

“If you recall, I did win bar bingo. I need to collect my prize,” I breathed out, trying to catch my breath.

Riley pursed his lips, nodding. “Oh… okay.”

“Now, show me that fine ass I have had the pleasure of looking at all night,” I commanded.

Riley blushed, but he did as I asked, bracing himself against the arm of my couch, propping out his ass for me like a nude model.

“I did say I wanted to draw you naked,” I teased, tracing my fingers up his thighs, over the curve of his ass, in the dip of his back and up his spine.

Then I licked him where I’d touched him, watching as his thighs tightened and he thrust himself against my couch arm with need.

“I just didn’t tell you my medium of choice would be my tongue,” I whispered in his ear.

His skin was decorated with goosebumps as he shivered.

“Too much?” I asked, placing a kiss on his neck, beneath his silky hair. I could feel his pulse against my tongue, my cock aching for release.

“No, not enough,” he breathed, his voice strained.

I slipped my hand beneath him, between the couch and his stomach, pulling him back against my raging cock as I grabbed his.

“We can stop if you want to, if you’re not comfortable,” I whispered.

Riley looked at me over his shoulder, arching his back as he brushed his ass against my stiffness, causing me to suck in a breath.

“I don’t want to stop,” he breathed, his eyes full of heat, and something else.

Love.

I smirked as he spread his legs apart, his gaze imploring mine.

“I need to hear you say it,” I said, breaking character for a moment, if only because I was already so close to the edge, I didn’t know if I would make it myself.

Riley parted his perfect lips, still swollen from kissing me.

“I want you, Eric.” he breathed, my name full of so much love and wonder. “I want you to feel me... and in every thrust, every beat of my heart, I want you to know that it beats for you.”

I kissed his shoulder softly, trailing kisses down his spine until I reached his ass. I spit on his hole as I gathered more wetness from his leaking cock in my other hand. In tandem, I worked both with my torturous fingers, taking my time as I slowly pumped his cock with one hand, working my way up to two fingers in his tight entrance. His thighs tightened, and he grit his teeth as I licked the puckered flesh before sliding a third in, and I didn’t miss the way his cock twitched in my hand as I did so.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my lips trailing up his spine, assaulting his neck.

Riley nodded vehemently. “Yes,” he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Make me come, Daddy.” His voice was solid, unwavering, and his gaze spellbinding as he looked at me.

I would give this man anything and everything he asked for, now and forever.

I grinned wickedly, capturing his gaze and never dropping it as I quickly slid a condom down my shaft. I watched as his pupils enlarged, as his jaw tensed, as his eyebrows furrowed. I watched his mouth form a tiny ‘o’ as I breached him, felt his entire body tense.

“Just breathe,” I said, though I wasn’t sure who I was talking to, myself or him.

Slowly, I fit myself inside him and his body welcomed me like a glove. And for a moment, we stood there, unmoving, connected in the most basic, most primal of ways.

His cock throbbed in my hand as his breath shook.

“I love you,” he whispered, his lips planting a soft kiss on mine.

Three words.

Those three words I never thought would bring me such peace, were my undoing.

I thrust my hips slowly against him. In my mouth, he groaned as I slid myself out, slowly inching in again until we’d both accustomed ourselves to the feel of one another. Slow and steady, we rocked together, my cock in his warm, tight ass and his cock in my warm, tight hand.

It felt like hours, but in reality it was probably mere minutes. When I broke away from his kiss, I buried my face in his hair, unable to hold off any longer. I gritted my release out through my teeth, stilling inside him as he let out his own moan of ecstasy, coating my hand in thick, warm release, until we both collapsed against the couch, spent and sated.

“I love you too,” I whispered against his neck, feeling overwhelmed with happiness.