Throwing back my side of the comforter, I slip from the bed and pad into Riley’s bathroom, quickly brushing my teeth.
Spitting into the sink, I notice the peppermint lotion by her faucet, and roll my eyes, dumping it into the garbage bin by the toilet. When I head back into the bedroom, Riley’s splayed out in the middle of the mattress, snoring so loud I feel it in my chest.
And even though she’s a mouth-breathing, sleep-kicking bed hog, I don’t think she’s ever looked more like her namesake.
I peel back the blankets as I climb back in, shuffling myself so she’s lying directly on top of me. My fingers find her hip, tracing lightly over the tattoo there. I just brush the corner of her scar, and her baby blues fly open, on high alert as soon as she feels the touch.
“Merry Christmas,” I tell her, threading my free hand through her blush-colored locks, fisting the base to press a harsh kiss to her mouth.
“Ungh,” she moans, jerking away and sitting upright. Her tits are covered in faded-red bite marks and rubbed raw from the scruff on my jaw, and my dick roars to life at the sight. “No fair that you brushed your teeth.”
“Your morning breath isn’t that bad.” Pushing up on my elbows, I rub my nose against her chin. “Tastes like us.”
“Not that bad is not a compliment, and definitely not what I want to hear in relation to our bodily fluids.”
She shoves at my bare chest, pushing me so I’m lying flat again. I go without a fight, and she glides her hands up my torso, watching my abs contract beneath the pads of her fingers with a satisfied smirk.
“Like what you see?” I taunt, and she nods, continuing her exploration.
Bending at the waist, her tongue follows the trail of her fingers, leaving a stripe of saliva up the middle of my stomach, then between my pecs, and finally over my nipple ring.
“How come you don’t take your shirt off in public?”
I quirk a brow. “How come you won’t tell me what sent you to Lunar Cove?”
Freezing, she bites the piercing, pushing upright again with an annoyed expression. Crossing her arms over her breasts, she glares at me. “Those questions are not equal in weight.”
“I agree. I’ve been waiting years for the answer to mine.” Swallowing, I decide to give her a little in the hopes she’ll return the effort. “I like my privacy, and my body is one of the few things I’ve been able to keep control of in the public eye. I don’t think everyone deserves to see me like this.”
She licks her lips, tilting her head as she seems to consider this.
“Your turn.”
Throwing her head back, she groans, as if in pain. Then, shifting her hips, she reaches behind her and grabs my cock, wrapping her tiny fingers around it. It twitches, heavy in her palm, and I let out a soft curse as she pumps up and down, just the way I’ve shown her.
“Riley.”
“Yes, sir?” She lifts onto her knees, slowly dragging the head along her slick core, teasing me with her slit before bringing it up to grind against her clit. Her mouth falls open, and mine forgets how to formulate words, euphoria ricocheting through my veins as she takes control.
“Do you think you’re going to make me forget my question?”
Shaking her head, she flutters her eyelashes dramatically, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth as she drops my cock and rocks forward on it.
“Sir, are you accusing me of trying to distract you?” I grab the sheets, squeezing my eyes shut as I try not to lose myself to the way her silken flesh feels on mine.
But it’s a lost fucking cause.
I’m a lost cause when it comes to her.
“Call me sir again.” My words come out quickly, almost garbled. Breathy and desperate, I reach for her hips, lifting her enough that she can line up with my cock. “Put me inside you and call me sir when you do it.”
“Kinky.” She giggles, but the smile wipes off her face when she sinks down on me. Our sighs morph into one as she works it in, her fingernails digging into my chest as her ass comes to rest on the tops of my thighs. “God, I think you get bigger every time, sir.”
“Fuck.” My back arches, pleasure tingling down my spine, lighting my nerve endings on fire. “You’re a filthy girl, aren’t you?”
“Yours,” she answers, breathless, starting to move her hips. Sliding her hands up my chest, she splays her fingers at the base of my throat. Not quite holding, but not quite resting, either.
It’s an act of possession, I realize, staring into her hypnotic gaze. A reinforcement of sorts, as if she’s testing the water, trying to gauge my reaction to her soft claim.
She picks up the pace as our gazes remain locked, her tiny whimpers spurring me on from below. I meet each roll of her hips with an upward thrust of my own, letting her work out any soreness from last night, and then I wrap an arm around her waist and flip her onto her back.
Gripping her thighs, I spread her legs as wide as they’ll go, pressing her knees into her shoulders as I plunge my cock back in.
Tight, wet heat surrounds me, and each hiccuped breath I wrench from her lungs has me spiraling more and more out of control.
“Hold your knees so I can fuck you deep,” I say. She does, keeping herself open so I can cover her mouth with my hand the way both of us like. “Goddamn, pretty girl, you feel amazing. Such a perfect angel for me.”
Sweat coats our skin and the bed rocks into the wall, and then it’s all wet flesh slapping against flesh, primal groans and grunts filling the air.
I bend down, pressing my forehead against her as she preens, her screams vibrating against my fingers, her cunt spasming in a vise grip around my cock.
“Mine. My filthy girl,” I grunt, pushing in one final time as I unload spurt after spurt inside her. I come so hard that I black out, feeling ten thousand pounds lighter when I return to earth.
She’s still fluttering, her pussy pulsing; I can feel my cum leak out, but I don’t withdraw or make a move to clean it up this time. I stay lodged inside her, half hard as my head drops to her bare shoulder.
“Merry Christmas,” she murmurs after a few minutes, raking her hands through my hair. “I didn’t think I’d be spending the holidays with my stalker, but I suppose stranger things have happened.”
“You stalked me first, of your own admission.”
My arm reaches out to the nightstand, yanking the top drawer open and pulling out a white paper bag.
“I got you something.”
“Oh.”
I roll off her, both of us wincing as I disconnect our bodies.
She takes the bag, then frowns at me as my fingers drift between her thighs, spreading our juices over her swollen lips. “Hey. Talk about a distraction.”
I smirk. “Just open it.”
“But I didn’t get you anything. You can’t give me orgasms and presents when I don't have anything for you in return.”
“All I want is you, Riley.”
Her eyes widen, and I think they must reflect mine, because I certainly hadn’t planned on those words coming out of my mouth. But once they’re out there, I can’t take them back.
Worse, I realize as I watch her peel the bag open, my stomach buzzing with anticipation, I don’t even want to.