Fireworks: Riley (4 page)

Her nails bit into his shoulders and she tightened around him. “Riley,” she whimpered. And then she lowered her head and her teeth nipped at his chest and all control was lost. He thrust in short, hard strokes, holding her hips captive as he gave them both what they needed. Her pussy was like liquid fire around his cock, milking him as he thrust inside her, and he could feel the come boiling in his balls, ready to erupt. But not without taking her with him.

“Come on, baby,” he pleaded. “Come for me. Let me feel that sweet pussy drench my cock.”

Her neck arched back against the wall, her eyes closed, and her heels pressed into his hips hard enough to leave bruises. Hungry moans escaped her lips and he could tell she was lost in the place between ecstasy and reality. And then he felt the change of her pussy as orgasm approached—the way her vaginal walls swelled around him and a heat that was almost unbearable devoured him. She buried her head against his neck and cried out, and he lost what little control he had left.

He felt the orgasm in the base of his spine, and his thrusts became harder as he felt the come spurt in pulsing streams deep inside of her. His vision went black and he gritted his teeth to keep from roaring out his release. He wanted to conquer. To claim. And being joined with her again filled him with a joy he knew he’d never be able to explain. He only knew what they had was right.

Maggie barely remembered Riley untangling their bodies after their lovemaking. Or the way he gently washed and dried her, taking the time to brush out her wet hair and then carry her to the soft bed. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so cherished.

Her body was slaked of the immediate need for fulfillment she’d had, but still her body trembled with desire. For something more. The sheets were cool against her back and a fan whirred lazily overhead, but still the temperature was warm and she knew it would get a lot hotter before morning came. She watched as Riley opened the shutters and let in the cool night air, and she felt her nipples harden as the breeze played across them. The smell of the desert and the fresh flowers at the side of the bed ripened her senses.

“You’re so beautiful,” Riley said.

He stood at the side of the bed, backlit by the moon, and she thought he’d think her silly if she told him the same thing. His body glowed beneath the moonlight, naked and unashamed, like a warrior god. He certainly didn’t have the body of a professor. His shoulders were broad and ropy muscles contoured his arms. The skin was taut across his chest and abdomen, outlining each indentation. Dark golden hair covered his chest and trailed down his stomach, and her breath caught as her gaze travelled lower to his erection. She was a lucky, lucky woman. In more ways than one. Because his beauty was more than skin deep. She never imagined that someone could love her as wholly as he did, and accept all of her flaws at the same time.

“I love you,” she said and then smiled as his face softened. “I just wanted to tell you that now before I get too tired to speak.”

His laughter rumbled from his chest and she shivered. “I’m glad you have such high expectations, my love. I’ll do my best to meet them.”

“I know you will.” She stretched lazily and felt power rise through her as his eyes drank in her movements. “I packed a suitcase. Dr. Bekhit told me someone would bring it up here before we left to come see you at the dig site. It’s probably in the wardrobe.”

He growled low and she swore his cock increased in size with the unsaid promise of what she’d brought with her.

“Naughty girl.” His smile of anticipation told her he was glad of it.

Riley walked to the wardrobe on the opposite side of the bed, and Maggie took a moment to look at their surroundings. It wasn’t a large space. But it was quite cozy with the oversized bed and small sitting area to the side. The fabrics were rich and opulent and obviously of good quality. Much more than she’d expected from the simplicity of the outside of the hotel.

The small suitcase she’d packed sat inside the wardrobe and she watched with anticipation as he pulled it out and laid it on the padded bench at the end of the bed. Her clothes were folded neatly on top and he took them out and stacked them to the side. But beneath there was a treasure trove—toys, clamps, restraints, lubricants, a flogger, a blindfold, and beads.

“I wanted to be prepared,” she said. “Just in case.”

His fingers traced over the black silk restraints and then he lifted them out of the suitcase, laying them on the bed. He took out the blindfold next, and just the sight of what was to come had her pussy weeping.

“Open your legs for me,” he rasped. “Let me see how much you want me.”

Her heart hammered in her chest and heat flushed beneath her skin. But she did as he asked and widened her legs so her petals were open to him.

“Now touch yourself.”

She hesitated. She’d masturbated plenty of times on her own, just to relieve sexual frustration or take the edge off, but masturbating in front of Riley had always seemed so personal. And it was a difficult thing for her to give up that control and have him watch her so intimately—where she couldn’t hide—where she went back and forth between losing herself in the pleasure and wondering what he saw when he looked at her.

“You always hesitate,” he said, reading her mind. “Close your eyes and touch yourself for you. Show me what feels good.
Where
it feels good.”

Maggie did as he asked and closed her eyes, focusing on her senses. Her body. The cool night air as it trailed across her skin. The heaviness of her breasts and the shallowness of each breath she took. The dampness between her thighs and the swollen folds that seemed to throb in time with every beat of her heart.

She inhaled slowly, a deep breath, and her hands trailed across her stomach and up to her breasts, cupping the heavy mounds of flesh. She squeezed and massaged, catching her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She tugged at them harder, enjoying the bite of pain.

Maggie was lost in her own world, so when the cool cloth slipped over her eyes she paused in her actions.

“Don’t stop,” Riley commanded.

He tied the blindfold at the back of her head and she took a moment to adjust to complete darkness. Her hands felt different against her skin somehow. Foreign.

“That’s it, baby. You look so beautiful. I thought I could be patient and watch you for a while, but I’m not that strong.”

His fingers twined with hers and squeezed her breast once before lifting her hand above her head. She felt the cool loop of silk tighten around her wrist before it was tied to the corner of the headboard. The restraint was long enough that it gave her plenty of leeway to move, but she couldn’t lower her hands past her stomach. The same was done to her other hand in short order and then came the restraints around each ankle. She was stretched from corner to corner, her body an X in the center of the bed.

She felt the bed dip as the weight of his body moved between her legs, and she jumped as his lips kissed the inside of her knee. And then the other knee.

“Stop teasing me,” she panted. “I don’t think I can take it.”

“We’ve barely started.”

“If you don’t have to be patient then neither should I.”

“So says the woman tied to the bed.” He kissed higher up on her thigh and she felt her eyes roll back in her head. And then his cool breath blew across the damp skin, making her flesh pebble. “But maybe I can be more accommodating. Is this what you want?”

And then his mouth covered the very heat of her, giving her no warning, and her hips arched off the bed as he took her from zero to sixty with the flick of his tongue. She cried out as his mouth kissed her folds, as his tongue licked and suckled at the swollen bud of nerves.

The orgasm slammed into her and she jerked against the restraints as his mouth gave her no quarter—no leniency—just the relentless pursuit of her pleasure.

“Riley—too much—I can’t—” she sobbed out.

His tongue slowed and moved in long, slow licks up and down her slit. This was a different kind of torture, and the fire started to build once more. She grasped the length of the restraints, and her hips arched against his mouth.

“I thought it was too much,” he whispered against her.

“Shut up.”

He chuckled and kissed the inside of her thigh once more before moving away. Maggie whimpered in protest and he laughed again. The restraints on her ankles loosened and she moved to pull herself up some, but he halted her. Before she could move an inch he had her flipped onto her stomach, the long silk ties crossed over her head.

She pulled at the restraints, testing to see what their limits were, and then she felt the sting of his hand against her bottom and she moaned. He did it again and then once more and she felt the heat against her throbbing backside.

“Christ, Maggie. Look at you. I wish you could see yourself how I do.” His hand smoothed over the stinging flesh caressingly.

He pushed pillows beneath her stomach and hips to relieve some of the tension in her arms and shoulders. She knew what was coming.

He kissed her at the base of her spine and then she felt his finger trail down the crevice of her rear, over the tight opening of her anus and down into the syrupy nectar of her pussy. He delved inside briefly, only long enough to tease, and then he was gone and moving back up to her rear passage.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve taken you here?” he asked. She could hear the desperation in her voice.

She moved against his finger, begging him without words to penetrate her there. She knew exactly how long it had been—a year since she’d felt those forbidden touches—since she’d screamed out in ecstasy that only being taken there could bring.

The tip of his finger penetrated and she whimpered as she felt the nerve endings there flare to life.

“Please. Oh, God. Riley.” Weak and desperate for more, she pressed her face into the mattress, her head moving from side to side.

“Like this?” he asked, adding the tip of a second finger.

Pleasure curled from the tips of her toes all the way up her spine to the top of her head. He retreated for just a moment, but when he returned his fingers were slicked with lubrication, and the cool gel opened the passage more, so his fingers slipped farther inside. Before long both fingers were sliding in and out easily, and then he added a third.

“More. Riley, I want more. I want you,” she panted.

She heard his groan of relief and he moved up behind her. He slid his cock between the folds of her pussy and then the crest was pressing against her anus. Her mouth opened on a silent scream and sweat broke out on her skin. Then the head of his cock was lodged inside of her and she took a great, gulping breath.

“Fuck,” he said.

He dropped his head onto her back and his breathing was heavy, his muscles strained. And then his hand reached around and he pressed against her clit. Pleasure spiked through her at the dual sensations and he slid in to the hilt.

“Oh, God. Oh, God,” she screamed. Her body grew more desperate with every thrust. Her cries louder.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

His fingers strummed her clit as he pounded into her ass and that was all it took to send her over the edge. Her pussy spasmed and she clenched around his cock, and then she screamed his name.

His body stiffened above her and she felt his hot seed as it filled her. And then he collapsed on top of her, turning their bodies so he didn’t crush her.

“I love you, Maggie. Always.”

She didn’t have the strength to return the words but squeezed his hand as it grasped hers.

The next morning came much too soon in Riley’s opinion, and he realized with a start they must have dozed off, though it hadn’t been for long. They’d fallen asleep in the same position as they’d finished making love in. Maggie was sprawled on top of him, her head tucked into his neck and her legs straddling his hips. He was still buried inside her, though he’d gone soft with sleep.

“Wake up, love,” he said, kissing Maggie’s shoulder and sliding his hands down her ribs to the curve of her hips. She moved against him and he bit back a groan as her muscles clamped around him. If she kept that up he wouldn’t be soft for long.

“Don’t wanna,” she mumbled against his neck. “Let’s play hookie instead.”

He squeezed her hips and pushed against her, his dick not listening to his good sense to get moving. He slid deeper inside her and she sighed against him with pleasure.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he said. “Lets go back to the site and I’ll tell Dr. Bekhit that I’m resigning from the dig and he can take over with the use of my team. And then you and I will take the next two weeks and go anywhere you want to go, as long as it has a bed and we can spend most of the two weeks with me inside you.”

She laughed and propped up so her elbows rested against his chest. “You’d give up this dig to go on vacation with me?”

The pure joy in her face was worth any promise in the world. “Sweetheart, I’d give up everything to be anywhere with you.”

“What if I told you I’m perfectly happy finishing out the week with you in a tent in the middle of the desert? And that we can take two weeks to go anywhere so you can be inside me after you’re done here. You need to be here. As soon as you sent me a picture of those hieroglyphs and told me what you’d discovered I knew how important this job was. You’ve waited your whole life for a find like the Book of Souls.”

“Or it might be a wasted effort. There’s a possibility the tomb was looted already. The remains we found after we unsealed it make it the most likely possibility.”

“But you don’t believe that. Not really. I can see the chase in your eyes when you speak of it. If the Book of Souls is there then you’ll find it. And I’ll help however I can.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do,” he said, not sure he could love her any more than he did in that moment. “But if we’re going back to the site we need to get moving. It’ll be dawn in another ten minutes and we don’t want to miss the ride back out.”