22. Riggs

TWENTY-TWO

RIGGS

I drift awake, refusing to open my eyes because I want to stay in this exact place forever. The warmth of Monroe's small body is like a weighted blanket draped over my chest, and I can feel her soft breaths as they puff against my skin. I smile like an idiot because I've never woken up feeling so complete in my whole life.

After what was easily the hottest oral sex I've ever gotten—or given—I took my time kissing and praising her before I carried her to the bed and did it some more, only stopping once I knew she had succumbed to exhaustion and fallen asleep. I followed shortly after, resting peacefully with my arms protectively wrapped around her.

I've never fully given in to these instincts before, and now that I have, I don't think I can ever go back to hiding myself. I was a goner for Monroe the moment I met her. I've finally admitted that to myself. But now that I have a full understanding of how perfect she is for me, I need to figure out a way to break down her walls. To find out what I can do to convince her to give us a real shot. I'm done pretending I'm not really falling for her.

She stirs, groaning quietly as if she's fighting the fact that her body is waking up. I laugh to myself at how cute she is before rolling her to her back and pressing my lips to her warm cheek. She groans again, but it's less convincing this time as I slide my body on top of hers and kiss her gently.

"Good morning, sweet thing," I say against her mouth, settling myself between her spread legs. My dick hardens as the warm metal of her piercing teases it, and I grind down, letting it stimulate us both. She moans in response. "Fuck, I love that little barbell," I breathe, continuing to move lazily against it. "It's like a gift for us both."

"Mhmm," she whimpers, clearly enjoying the sensation.

"What made you decide to get it?" I ask. It's not exactly a common piercing, and I was intrigued from the moment I first felt it slide along my fingertips the day she let me ease her cramps. I've been wondering why she's made so many modifications to her body in the last two years. Don't get me wrong; I love them all, but I'm dying for the stories behind them.

She opens her eyes and gives me a sleepy smile. "I thought it would make sex feel better." She pauses, thinking for a few seconds before exhaling a flustered sigh. "I shouldn't even tell you the rest."

That gets my attention.

I stop moving my hips, raising a curious brow in hopes that she'll continue. She huffs, annoyed, before rolling her eyes playfully. "I only slept with one person before you. It wasn't great, and he never cared if it was good for me. I barely ever got to orgasm, and even when I did, it was so weak that it fizzled out before I really even got a chance to enjoy it."

I grit my teeth, unsure of whether it's because I hate the thought of her with anyone but me, or because he didn't fuck her properly. Had I known this in Boston, I wouldn't have given in to my instincts the way I did. I'd have been more careful.

She continues. "After you, I tried being with other guys, and it was better than before, but something was still missing. I thought I was broken, so I did some research on ways to boost sensation, and this was one of them. I had already done my nipples, so I figured why not?"

I shoot her a cocky smirk, and her brows pull in. "What?" she asks.

"What I'm hearing is that I'm the best you've ever had," I reply. She smiles a little, but it falls quickly as she breaks eye contact. I can tell something is still bothering her, and I feel like a dick for my dumb response.

"Hey," I say, using two fingers to turn her chin back so she's looking at me again. "What's wrong?"

"I still feel broken," she whispers. "I don't enjoy vanilla sex the way I should. Am I really never going to be able to come hard without being bitten and clawed at?" She looks crushed, and it gives me a desperate need to prove her wrong.

"Listen to me," I say firmly. She trains her sad eyes on mine, and I resume thrusting my hips against her, earning a small sigh. "You're not broken. Even if that were the case, and you did require those things during sex, that's okay. It's the guy's responsibility to do whatever it takes to make sure you're getting what you need. If he can't, he doesn't deserve you. Right?"

She nods her head weakly, but I know she's still not convinced. My words aren't enough. I need to show her. I want her to see the amazing things her body is capable of when it's properly cared for.

"Baby, let me show you how perfect you are," I say, hoping she sees the sincerity in my eyes. I need her to say yes to this.

She swallows thickly, considering my offer before she finally consents with a small nod. "Okay."

I grin triumphantly, leaning down to kiss her as I grind against her faster. I can feel her growing wetter with every thrust, making it easier to slide my cock along her slit. I swallow the soft moans that escape her, refusing to break our connection as I angle my hips down, pushing my crown inside her pussy slowly. She whines as I bottom out, stilling so she can adjust to the stretch. I'm seeing stars already, and I haven't even moved.

God, please don't let me come before she does… several times .

"You're so fucking warm and tight," I say, carefully pulling out and sinking back in. "I've never felt anything like the inside of your cunt. It's heaven."

I pick up my pace, but keep an even tempo, letting her orgasm build gradually while her breathing becomes more labored. Leaning down, I suck a pierced nipple into my mouth, toying with the barbell as she arches into me.

"Fuck, Riggs," she moans. "It feels so good."

"That's because I know this hot little body like the back of my hand," I reply. "I've fucked my fist more times than I can count thinking about that night. "

Her eyes go wide with surprise right before she brings her hand around the back of my neck, forcing our lips together. I devour her mouth, pouring every single emotion into the kiss because I sure as fuck can't say them out loud. I can't tell her I'd get on my knees and beg for a shot if I thought she'd say yes. That I've stolen glances every chance I could get when we've crossed paths in Hope Harbor, and she's taken my breath away on several occasions. That the only reason I even touched anyone else after her was to erase the memory of how she felt, knowing I'd never have her again.

I move my lips to her neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin below her ear. My instincts to take her roughly are still there, hanging in the back of my mind, but the overwhelming urge to protect and comfort her takes center stage, and I refuse to give her anything other than what she needs right now.

"I can feel you getting tighter, sweet thing. You're getting close, aren't you? You're going to come all over my cock just like this. Then I'll flip you over and start again. I'm going to make this beautiful body fall apart for me so many times, you'll forget anyone else has ever been inside it."

She clenches against me, and I double down, moving in and out of her like a man on a mission. Wrapping my hand around her thigh, I pull it over my hip, spreading her even wider as I grind my pelvis against her clit. That's all it takes for her to detonate, her first orgasm of the morning flowing through her so intensely, that I can feel it vibrating my entire body.

When I know she's finished, I slow for a moment, allowing her to recover. "You're doing so fucking good, Monroe," I say softly, sweeping a sweat-soaked strand of hair from her cheek. I lean down, kissing her lips that are still parted as she gasps for breath. She looks wiped out already, but I'm not letting her leave this bed until there's no doubt in her mind that she's flawless in every way.

"Get on your tummy," I instruct, pulling myself out of her and helping her turn over. She groans as if she doesn't have the energy to even move, making me chuckle. "Keep your legs together for me," I say, swinging one of mine over her ass, so I'm straddling her. When I push myself back inside her warm, wet pussy, I have to clench my butt cheeks to stop from coming.

"Holy shit, baby," I grunt. "You're gripping me so tight, I can barely see straight."

I begin thrusting again, using my hands on either side of her head to support my weight. I look down, watching myself disappear between her thighs before pulling back to see my cock covered in her cum. This woman fucking owns me, and wearing her pleasure is a privilege I'll never take for granted again.

She moans and whimpers under me, and I can tell it feels good, but it isn't giving her what she needs. So, I pull out, yanking her hips up before shoving her knees apart and entering her again. Fuck . No matter what position we're in, she feels so good.

It only takes another thirty seconds before I start to feel her walls flutter around me. "There she is," I say. "There's my perfect girl. You ready to come for me again?"

"Mhmm," she whimpers into the pillow, sounding like she's on the verge of coming undone right now. I reach around her, running my fingertip around where we're joined to gather her wetness before rubbing tight circles on her clit. The poor thing is probably aching so bad. I just want to give her another release.

I continue working her over, feeling her muscles as they clench around me again. "Give it to me, Mayhem," I grit out. "I want that cum. It belongs to me." With that, her orgasm hits, making her scream my name so loudly, that anyone on that beach down there knows exactly who's making her feel so good.

I slow again, giving her another minute to come back to earth before I pull out and lie on my back beside her. She melts into the mattress, but she's crazy if she thinks we're done yet.

"Nope," I say, reaching over and pulling her on top of me, her limbs flopping around like a rag doll. "You're giving me one more."

"Riggs, I can't," she whines, making a valiant attempt to snuggle into my chest. It's adorable, but I'm still not letting her off that easy.

"It's cute that you think you have a choice," I say with a devious grin. Lifting under her ass with one hand and holding the base of my cock with the other, I slowly lower her onto it. She gasps as I bottom out again, and even though I know she's completely overstimulated, I feel her get even more turned on as I wrap my hands around her hips and begin sliding her up and down.

"Look at you," I coo. "Not broken at all. This wet little pussy is doing everything it's supposed to. Give me another one, then I'll let you rest."

I see the determination as it passes over her face, and she sits up, bracing herself on my chest. I loosen my grip, resting my hands on her thighs as she slowly begins riding me. "There you go, sweet thing. You're doing such a good job," I praise, and I feel her clench in response.

"Riggs. You feel so fucking good," she breathes, throwing her head back in pleasure. "I love your cock."

Well, shit. Listen to the mouth on this one.

"Use it, baby. Use it to make yourself come," I reply, watching her in awe as she takes what she needs. She's breathtaking, and I'm so goddamn proud of her for doing this.

She returns to bouncing, and it doesn't take long before her moans crescendo, echoing off the windows in the room. Her inner walls clamp down and she comes on a loud scream, continuing to ride me through the entire thing.

When she's spent, she leans down, placing open-mouthed kisses along my neck. I still haven't come yet, and the sensation of her wet lips on my skin is pushing me dangerously close to the summit.

"Monroe, baby," I grit out. "If you don't stop, I'm going to come inside you. You have to get off me." As much as I'd love to fill her up, I know I can't. She told me to pull out the last time, and I won't cross her boundaries.

She resumes moving her hips, and I do everything I can not to blow, but I'm hanging by a fucking thread at this point. Holy fuck, she feels good like this. Her pussy is all used and swollen, practically begging to take my load.

"Monroe," I say firmly. "I can't hold back much longer."

She sits up, placing her hand around my throat and squeezing. I'm caught off guard by the exchange of power, but I feel my balls draw tight as she bounces up and down, using me like a goddamn fucktoy. Black clouds the edges of my vision and electricity snakes its way up my spine, letting me know I'm almost past the point of no return.

"Monroe," I choke out in a final attempt to make her stop. But she just tightens her grip, smirking down at me before uttering the single hottest thing I've ever heard.

"Shut the fuck up and take this cunt like a good boy."

Gone. Dead. Good-fucking-bye.

Every muscle in my body contracts as I come, filling her up so much that it gets pushed back out, making the most beautiful mess between us. It shoots out of me so hard and fast, that it triggers another orgasm for her, which I barely even register until I feel her thighs shaking against mine. She works herself through it, falling forward onto my chest when she's physically unable to stay upright any longer.

We're both completely exhausted, breathing heavily as we try to recover. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I can't tell if it's from the overexertion or the fact that I'm falling so hard for this girl that it forgot how to work properly. Could be either one, to be honest.

When I have the strength to move, I gently ghost my hands along her sides, earning a contented sigh as she snuggles into me. "You are everything, baby," I whisper into her hair. "I'm so proud of you."

"Mmmm," is all she can manage as I wrap my arms around her tightly, listening as her breathing eventually evens out and I know she's fallen back asleep.

We lie there, just existing, until my alarm goes off, forcing me to leave her. I carefully roll her onto her pillow, slide out of the bed, and cover her with a blanket so I can get ready to go to the stadium. I should be a gentleman and clean her up, but knowing she'll wake up with the feel of us still between her thighs does something to me, and I can't bring myself to wipe it away.

I shower and get dressed quickly, knowing I've officially made myself later than normal, praying that I don't hit traffic on my way through the city. It would be worth it if I did, though.

I head toward the bedroom door, pausing and turning to take one more look at the beautiful woman who stole my heart, and thanking my lucky stars for bringing her back to me.