Page 65 of Riordan's Revenge

We’d had sex under an hour ago. I still wanted more. I hadn’t minded being a virgin. Not once I realised I’d been waiting for the right man to lose it to. Now I had him, I didn’t want to waste a minute of our time.

His tongue tangled with mine, and my insides clenched. I drew my hands between us to his waistband, fumbling to open his jeans. Riordan let me, notching his forehead to my temple at the first caress of my hand to his dick. I palmed him and gave him a stroke, his strong arms holding me away from his body so there was space. This was the first time he’d let me touch him, and I thrilled at the exploration of something new and fascinating. In a romance book I’d read, I’d heard it described as velvet over steel, and that was close. What that didn’t convey was the uncontrollable joy at how his grip tightened on me when I got something right in how I touched him.

My breathing came harder. I wanted more.

“Put me down,” I ordered. “I’m going to try this with my mouth.”

He shivered. “We don’t have time to play, and when we do that, I’ll need to reciprocate. A lot.”

I pouted, but he was right. Shade had summoned me with a thirty-minute warning, and I’d taken most of that time over my makeup. I had to be downstairs in ten or risk missing out.

Riordan nudged my face to receive his kiss again. “I’ll fuck you hard and fast. Will that do?”

Thank the gods. “For now.”

He supported me with one hand and wrenched my shorts and underwear to one side, taking a moment to feel me up. “Do you hurt from earlier?”

“A little. Don’t ye dare stop.”

“You’re so wet. Some of that is from me. I don’t know how I’m going to deal with you walking round wearing my cum all night.”

Fresh heat struck me down, and I moaned, kissing him again until he stopped teasing and lowered me onto his dick. His thick length speared into me. I gasped, and Riordan made a masculine sound of pleasure that was louder again. With his hands on my thighs, he lifted me up and down him.

I adored the way he filled me. My body gave way to his, and it was the most perfectly intense feeling because of his size. My sensation of helplessness made the pleasure a thousand times greater. I could do nothing but hold on. Later, I intended to spend a lot of time getting to know his dick. I wanted him in my hands. Between my lips. I needed to know how he tasted.

I also suspected I was going to get addicted to him fucking me very fast. Riordan worked in and out of me, delighting my pleasure zones and stretching me good. He adjusted his hold on me to bring his hand to my face, gripping my jaw so he could kiss me some more. While he kept the kiss slow, his hips worked faster.

Pretty quickly, I was breaking my mouth away to suck in air.

“You were made for this. Made to take my dick. You do it so well.”

I whimpered at the praise and tucked my head against his broad shoulder. One final thrust, and pleasure burst through me. I clutched on to him, possibly losing consciousness for a second, as next I knew, Riordan had crashed us into the shelving unit and was slamming into me. More things fell from the shelves, clattering to the floor. If anyone was passing outside,they’d have no doubts what was going on in our dark little hideaway.

Dizzy, I held on for dear life.

Then I remembered my magic words.

Putting my lips to his ear, I whispered, “Hey, Rio? I’m so in love with ye.”

He groaned and thrust into me a few more times, each rigid, each pushing in as far as he could go. Then he held still and came.

Fresh heat broke over me. “God. That sensation of ye pulsing inside me nearly breaks my brain.”

It took him a minute to answer, a kiss preceding it. His chest inflated on heavy breaths.

“Same as when I feel you, wild girl.”

His lips met mine for another long kiss, easier now we were getting acquainted. I was learning him. Maybe he was teaching me, because prior to him, I had exactly no skills.

Seemingly reluctantly, Riordan set me down then used his phone for light. In a corner of the small room, there was a box of paper towels above a sink, and he snagged me some then handed them to me to clean up the cum trickling down my inner thigh.

My cheeks flamed. “Stop looking.”

“Can’t. I’m getting hard again at the sight.”

“Rio! It’s embarrassing.”

“You can ask to get on your knees for me but you don’t want me to see you leaking my cum? Too bad. One day, I’ll lick it out of you.”