“Please, Riley, make me come. I’m going to go insane if you don’t.” Hearing the sound of his chuckles made it worse. The combination of Riley’s touch, the visual and audible sensuality of the moment was overpowering her senses. It was all around her, around them. Cassie could identify with Riley’s comments about not lasting long, of dreaming of this moment, being together again. Just one light touch of Riley’s finger or tongue to her clit would send her spiralling over that precipice and head first into a shattering orgasm.
He was struggling to keep in control, balls drawn tight and her body pressed against his cock the most delightful torture he had ever known. Her breasts were mashed against his mouth, and he loved every second of it. The main problem was trying not to shoot his load over her soft belly. Get a grip. Hold on. Words rattled around his head as Riley tried to find some control. But how could he when his brain was so full of Cassie that he couldn’t focus on anything but her? How she felt in his arms, her soft skin burning his own. Her pleas for him to make her come.
“Sh-h! Honey, I will. I will,” he said as he moved his hand down to her pussy, the heat coming from that heavenly place almost enough to singe him. “Spread your legs a bit, let me touch you.”
Cassie’s shifted her body slightly. With his finger poised to penetrate her labia he took possession of her mouth again, swallowing the sigh she emitted as he entered her wetness at the same time. Lips to lips. Tongue to tongue. He grazed his fingertip over her clit, swirling her own moisture over that sensitive nub. As Cassie’s body tensed, her hips grinding against the heel of his palm, her tongue’s movements accelerated in his mouth. Riley knew she was close to the edge. With a little more pressure to her clit, he maintained a steady rhythm and took her over.
Shudders racked her body and wetness flowed over his fingers from her orgasm. The little sounds of pleasure she made, muffled in volume against his lips, filled his heart with joy. Riley stayed with her, trying to prolong her pleasure for as long as he could. Finally he had to stop, though, and remove his finger from her wetness. He needed to use both hands to help steady her as Cassie’s body became limp in his arms.
“That was…amazing… Wonderful,” Cassie whispered softly, her words expressed in a stuttered, spasmodic way.
“Glad to hear that, honey.”
Cassie’s body jerked, it gave a little shake then her hands were all over him. Touching, scratching and rubbing him everywhere. She was kissing him, exploring his pecs with her tongue, driving him wild. Riley believed the sensations could not get any better, until she latched her lips onto his nipple. It was a full-on sensual assault. He was only just surviving it by the slimmest of margins. He was a loaded canon ready to explode. It was too much and not enough at the same time. When Cassie continued her exploration down his body and wrapped her lips around his cock, Riley’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. Reflex had him thrusting his hips, sliding his cock into her mouth. Stop her. He finally acknowledged the voice of reason shouting in his head. Dragging a handful of Cassie’s blonde locks into his fist, he tried to still her movements.
“Bed now,” the words came out as a growl, a demand, but Riley didn’t have time to waste apologising over them. He needed to be inside Cassie in the next minute or it would be too late.
Chapter Fourteen
Cassie moved quickly, the tone of demand in Riley’s voice enough to bring her right back to the edge again. She positioned herself in the middle of the bed, spread her legs in invitation and opened her arms in welcome. “I want to feel you inside me, filling me. Reminding me how perfect we fit together.”
“You have no idea how much I want the same thing,” Riley replied as he struggled with the pocket of his jeans. “Condom… Where the hell is my wallet?” “
The sound of frustration in Riley’s voice made Cassie laugh. She rolled over and opened her bedside drawer then searched around until her fingers found the foil square. She lifted it up. “Would this one work okay?” she asked then tore a corner from the packet with her teeth. “Come here, baby, I’ll put it on for you.”
Riley snatched the rubber disc out of her grasp “Not a chance, I’d come before you got it rolled on.” As he covered himself he didn’t even pump his cock once, just shoved the condom on hurriedly. He crawled towards her, Cassie mesmerised by his every action, until he was hovering over her.
“This is going to be over real quick, but I promise I’ll make it up to you later, more than once,” he said.
And finally Riley was there.
One thrust and his shaft was seated fully inside her. That initial entry was a sensation Cassie loved. The tightness of her pussy walls stretching to accommodate and welcome him, joining them as one, always felt like a special moment to her.
The base of Riley’s cock rubbed against her clit and she was on the ascending build towards another orgasm. ”I’m going to come again,” she whispered into his ear.
He began to move, first slowly with a smooth, even rhythm. Cassie wrapped her legs around his waist and with her arms clung onto his shoulders for support as she joined in his movements. A dance they had shared so many times before.
“You feel so good. So tight, we were made for each other,” he whispered. “It always felt like this for me. I wish I had told you.”
Riley’s words touched her heart. He was right, they were made for each other. Making love to Riley was always so special for Cassie, not just a reciprocal need for sexual gratification but a spiritual joining—and just like Riley, she had been too scared to voice those thoughts before.
“That’s over now, behind us. I know now and I feel the same.” She caressed his cheek with her hand as she tried to remove the regret from his mind. “Make love to me, Riley.”
Their movements became faster, more frenzied, hips pumping and grinding against each other, the feel of Riley’s strong back under her roaming hands, the firm and masculine texture of his butt cheeks against her palms, as at first she massaged them, then clung to them while Riley thrust into her more frantically.
“Come with me,” he all but grunted.
She could see in the way he clenched his jaw, the way those usually full lips now drew back against his teeth, that Riley was just holding back, all in an effort to wait for her to join him. So they could ride the wave of pleasure together. It was what sent her flying, Riley’s pure determination to pleasure her before he took his own.
“Now. Come now,” she pleaded before bliss robbed her of the ability to speak.
* * * *
She lay beside him, their bodies still slick with perspiration from the recent round of lovemaking. The fourth time that day if Cassie didn’t count the times Riley had brought her to a screaming orgasm without wanting anything in return.
The time they’d made out in the shower had been her favourite of the day, so far she decided.
Watching Riley on his knees, her leg lifted over his shoulder, as he’d held her labia apart with his fingers, doing delicious things to her pussy and clit with his tongue—definitely memorable. The way Riley had devoured her hungrily, drinking in her juices like his thirst would never be quenched, was such an erotic picture. Let alone how it felt.
“God damned awesome!”
She’d mumbled the words aloud and Riley stirred. Obviously she had woken him, which was a shame, because Cassie had enjoyed the sight of him lying in her bed. Riley’s naked body stretched out for her appraisal. She had taken advantage of the opportunity to reacquaint herself with every inch of him.
Cassie had seen plenty of muscular male bodies—spending time with Pippa and Rook automatically put her into the world of buff male specimens. Hanging out around the pool at Brodie James’ house meant chests and ripped abs were abundant. It was Riley’s sleek swimmer’s body that did it for her. He was muscled, and there was a definite six pack happening on his firm abdomen. She took a moment to walk her fingers up over each ridge. Just like climbing a staircase to heaven. In her opinion Riley’s physique appeared more natu
ral than that of the pumped-up muscles of the footy players. He obviously worked out—how else could he maintain those ridges?—but he wasn’t all beefy.
Cassie also really loved the area between his waist and hips. That deliciously, deep hollowed groove that led all the way to his groin. She had always fantasised about filling that space with champagne, or better yet melted chocolate, and lapping it right back up again. “Mmmm, I have such a great imagination.”
Riley rolled onto his side, lifted her leg over his hip and faced her. “Anything you might like to share?” he asked, his grin wicked enough to give Cassie goose bumps.
He was just so tempting, she wanted to gobble him up. Unfortunately, that would have to wait, because as she’d watched Riley napping, Cassie had also realised he hadn’t eaten anything all day. Neither had she, for that matter and if she were hungry then Riley must be famished.
“Maybe later, but first I think I need to feed you, my sweet. You haven’t had anything to eat all day.” Poor choice of words Cassie realised the moment they had left her mouth and she felt her cheeks heat as a result.
“You’re blushing, it’s so cute. And I know why—pretty sure you fed me quite nicely just an hour or so ago.”
“Stop it, you know what I mean. Food! What do you feel like?”
Again another poor choice of words and Riley confirmed her thought by playfully squeezing her boob. “I’ve got what I feel like right here,” he added just before leaning down and taking her nipple into his mouth.
As wonderful as it felt to have Riley’s mouth on her breast, Cassie really needed to eat and this was made clear when her tummy grumbled loudly. “Oops! Sorry about that, but my stomach is overruling my libido. Come on, studly, let me rustle up some food.”
They climbed out of bed, Cassie grabbing Riley’s discarded shirt before he did and pulling it over her head. “Dibs on this one.”
“Feel free to wear my clothes anytime you like, I love seeing you in them,” Riley replied as he pulled on his jeans, neglecting to do up the fly.
It took everything in Cassie’s power not to drool at the sight of him like that. Those ridges and hollows she so loved on full display and a slight glimpse of pubic hair to boot. She dragged her gaze from him and focused on walking to her kitchen, not acknowledging the knowing grin he wore on his handsome face. So I enjoy looking, sue me.
It was an incredibly hard task knowing that Riley was following close behind within touching range. How could she possibly be horny again? They had been at each other for hours. Because it’s Riley, silly, and you have wanted this, him, for so long, the ever helpful voice in her head replied. “You’re a bloody genius,” she answered, once again speaking aloud when she hadn’t meant to.
“Did you just call me a genius? First studly and now this, I’ll be getting a big head if you’re not careful.” Riley had wrapped his arms around Cassie’s waist as he spoke gently pushing her up against the kitchen cupboard. She could feel the hard line of his penis against her lower back.
“Oh, my God, you really are a stud. I can feel you, you’re hard again. But no, I’m the genius, I was talking to myself. Now move back or I will never get anything done,” she said as she pushed her backside against him. His groan as he moved made her smile. She knew that it would be a tease to push against him like that, but sometimes being playful was fun.
Chapter Fifteen
They finally decided on ordering a pizza and, as they waited for the delivery, made love again on the sofa, well, actually over the sofa, with Cassie leaning forward against the pillows, Riley having dropped his jeans and lifted the shirt she wore as he entered her from behind. It was hard and fast, his powerful body slamming against hers wildly as they came in unison.
Spent and exhausted, they collapsed together, bodies intertwined, and talked. The pizza arrived, they ate and talked some more, speaking more in depth and with honesty as to why each had agreed to the ménage. Cassie confessed that she had felt sick over her behaviour, how she had only agreed to go through with it thinking that Riley would be by her side the whole time and she could pretend it was always his hands touching her. His body making love to her.
Riley apologised again for leaving her that night, for putting her in that position in the first place. Cassie demanded he hold her just as responsible for getting them involved in that night.
They spoke of their future, their slight age difference. In agreement, that the few years between them had had no significant impact on their relationship. Riley explained to Cassie why he’d known at such a young age that she was the one he wanted to share his life with. He cited the fact that his sister Caitlin had only been twenty-one when she’d first met Brodie, that love had blossomed fast and that the couple were still very much in love years later. He also spoke of his childhood and how he’d always felt more mature than his peers. How he was forced to grow up quickly when the death of his parents had thrust Caitlin and him into a world with only each other for support.
It was early evening when Riley realised that he had to work the next day. The Jets had a home game, the last before the finals began.
“Come with me tomorrow, Cass. I can get you a seat in the stand or in the box with the other wives. Whatever you want, just come with me. I want the world to know we are together. I can come and visit you throughout the day—it will help me concentrate on what needs doing. Otherwise I don’t think I will be able to leave here.”
It only took Cassie a few seconds to make up her mind. Of course she would go with him. For starters, Cassie needed to see Pippa and she would be working at the game. Cassie needed to kick her butt for telling Riley about the stupid online dating thing then hug her. Without Pippa’s interference they may never have sorted through all the misunderstandings and fears that had kept them apart.
The other reason Cassie wanted to go to the game was she could hardly wait to see the reaction Riley would get over his bleached hair. He seemed to have forgotten all about it. Even though her original view was that Riley needed to rid himself of the ridiculous dye job quick smart, she was starting to think it was a good punishment for the years he had stayed away from her.
“I will on one condition,” she said, not able to stop her mouth from forming into a grin. “You leave your hair as it is…at least for tomorrow.”
“Shit! I forgot all about that.” Riley groaned as he ran his fingers through his new, bright platinum shade. “The boys will crucify me.”
“Yeah, I know!” she said and laughed.
“So, you think this is funny then?” Riley replied in a deadpanned voice. “Why don’t I really give you something to laugh about?”
He grabbed at her, stretching Cassie’s arms out above her head, pinning her hands together in one of his. “I think I remember you as being a bit ticklish…”
“Please no, I’m sorry for laughing, but you have to admit you do look a bit silly.”
It probably wasn’t much of a plea adding he looked silly to the end, but Cassie was having too much fun to worry. The thought of Riley’s hands on her skin was not a hardship in her view. It was just so nice to feel happy again, at finally sorting through their problems, getting to the bottom of all the issues that had driven them apart. Sure they had work to do—being in a relationship took effort on both sides—but Cassie knew that she and Riley would make it. If the two years they had just spent being miserable and unable to forget the other were any indication then this love between them was not fleeting. It was as solid as rock and she intended to never let that feeling erode.
Chapter Sixteen
“What on earth happened to you, Red? Or should that be Snowy now?”
Riley had only just walked into the tunnel under the grandstand, needing to check all was in order before the day’s game, but of course Rook would be the first person he ran into. “Yeah, have your fun, buddy, but it felt real good as your wife rubbed this colour through my hair, Pip’s pretty hands massaging my scalp.”
Riley could give as well as he
got and he knew what pushed Rook’s buttons. He also understood why. Jealous reactions that had driven him away from Cassie were just a normal male response, one that Rook reacted to, often. Riley had seen Rook bristle up when a guy approached Pippa. He’d taken satisfaction in being the reason Rook grimaced frequently. Had watched JT saunter over to Mandy when some poor fella had tried to engage her in a polite and innocent conversation. He wasn’t as bad as either of those two, Riley decided. He didn’t mind Cassie holding a conversation with another male—Well, as long as it doesn’t go on for too long, he quickly amended.
Rook grimaced again, but Riley had reason to believe it was more about his new blond colouring than over Pippa having laid hands on him.
“Note to self, Rook man,” Rook said. “Don’t let that good wife of yours anywhere near your hair. My God, Riley, you look ridiculous. Please tell me this is some fund-raising exercise and you aren’t seriously considering anyone else taking part?” Rook added with a look of horror.
“No, nothing like that. It was for a much better cause,” Riley began to explain. “It’s a long story. I’m surprised Pippa didn’t tell you. I was trying to get Cassie to speak to me and she’d mentioned that redheads weren’t on her list of favourite people.”
“I hope it worked. ‘Cause damn it’s a huge effort, Riles.”
Riley smiled at Rook’s remark. It sure did, he thought, as he reminisced on the way Cassie had taken his cock into her mouth just that morning. He’d woken to find her lying between his legs, her lips inches from his morning erection. No sooner had his eyes opened than she had pounced on him. The resulting orgasm as her talented hands and mouth worked him over was still fresh in his mind.
“Oh, I see how it is,” Rook said and chuckled. “Judging by the glazed look that just appeared on your face I’m betting everything worked out just fine. I knew I was right. You two have had a thing for each other for years. I could never understand why you upped and left in the first place. Good to see you worked it out. But, Riles, get rid of that colour, mate. I may not be a big fan of the ranga, but blond is just not your thing.”
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