He uses his finger to trace the letter “K” on my lower stomach, then the letter “I.” He licks the letters, sending a flood to my core. Spreading my legs open, he does the same with the letter “S”. One on the inside of my thigh and one “S” on my groin where my leg meets my center. When he replaces his finger with his tongue, a moan of pleasure slips. “Kiss,” he says, and I’m too entranced by what he’s making me feel to remember what the word looks like, though I know I’ll never forget it after this.
Riley smirks and kisses my clit, his eyes turning feral as he sucks it into his mouth, tasting my essence for the first time. I don’t even have to pretend I’m enjoying his mouth on my dripping cunt. I’ll come, I’m sure of it. Not because I am faking to make a John feel good. Not for any reason other than he is meeting every need, every desire I have. He holds eye contact, and it’s sexy and unnerving at the same time. I’m not used to feeling vulnerable, like I’m giving a part of myself to someone without my permission. He smiles when I let out a cry of pleasure and grab his hair in my hand. His mouth is warm and wet, his tongue lashing in and out of my pussy. He doesn’t slow down, when my breathing speeds, he dominates even more, sliding a finger into me while keeping constant pressure on my clit with his tongue. He closes his eyes for a brief moment, relishing the taste of me, or the act, I’m not sure, but there’s no doubt this is pleasurable for Riley—he’s in his element giving head. When he growls against my wet slip, my head falls back and the orgasm hits like a whole-body punch. Waves of ecstasy buzz in my limbs as my core clenches at his face over and over. The desire seems to keep rolling as his hands tighten on my thighs. Riley pulls me closer to his face as he licks up and down slowly, gently, knowing everything is hypersensitive.
“You taste better than anything else in the world,” he says. “I want to devour you for hours.” Another deviously slow lick from my clit down into my opening. I shudder, floating in a cloud of fulfillment.
I’m panting, desperately trying to catch my breath after his selfless act. “I don’t know if I could last another round,” I admit. “I want you inside me.”
Another low growl rolls through his chest as he aggressively laps at me. I cry out, fisting my hands through my hair to control the onslaught of feelings. “That’s what you want?” he asks, breaths ragged.
“Yes, please,” I pant out.
“What word did you learn tonight?” Riley asks.
“Kiss,” I say, exhaling noisily. He nods his head, tongue skating up and down my clit.
“Are you going to forget it?”
I shake my head. “K-I-S-S,” I spell out through rushed breaths. “Your kiss. On me. I’ll never forget it.” There’s a sheen of sweat forming on my body from the exertion of all my muscles contracting, working toward another orgasm.
“I can’t fuck you. Not yet,” Riley says.
I make a noise of disappointment, and he pauses his licks. “You want it that bad right now?”
“Riley, I’m shaking,” I say. “I want you to fuck me.” I pull my knees up and open myself to him, exposing exactly where I want him. “Please.”
His neck works as he swallows, mind warring with body. An alarm sounds, breaking the lust fueled haze we’re both in. A light flashes above the bedroom door, it’s a small, red, and it’s screaming louder than its size has any right. “What the fuck?” Riley roars, leaping away from me and the bed at record pace.
I’m asking him what’s going on, but he’s not answering, he’s on his cell phone, pacing. I grab the first thing on the top of my bag, lingerie that barely covers my private parts. It does, though. Riley points at me and then the closet, mouthing the word ‘go.’
I take the laptop and my phone and I rush into the large room. It is enormous and it’s way more than just a closet. Riley follows me in and punches a code into a panel next to racks and racks of shoes, and a door opens. He hangs up his call. “Panic room. When you close the door behind you, pick a code, and don’t tell anyone. I’ll be quick.”
Funny it’s called a panic room because it’s exactly what I’ll be doing inside it. “Stay with me. Don’t leave me here alone.” He grabs a t-shirt from a neatly folded stack, and I know he’ll leave. “Riley, what’s happening?” The gunshots ring loud and true, and Riley closes his eyes hard, like he’s annoyed instead of in immediate danger.
“This is what happens when I get distracted at the wrong times,” he says, then closes the door. I don’t lock it though; I stare at the matte metal and start to shake. From delusional happiness to gunshots in a matter of seconds. Wrapping my hands around my body, I try to stop myself from shaking. Someone yells, and I barely hear it. More gunshots. I close my eyes and set my stuff down on a table and I go back into Riley’s closet, heaving the door open. I slide into a button-up shirt on the first hanger I encounter, and I walk into his bedroom, then opening his heavy bedroom door, I peek into the living room. When I don’t see anyone, I run into the kitchen and grab a knife from the wooden holder. It’s not huge, like I expected, but it’s sharp.
I’m running on adrenaline, rage, and a little pride. If I want them, this is my life. They shouldn’t have to lock me away; I should be by Riley’s side. There’s a loud thump near the entrance of the apartment and I peek around the wall. “Drew, what the fuck are you doing out here?” Jesse hisses, from over a body thatmustbe dead. His gaze rakes my state of undress and then his eyes land on the knife and hold.
“What happened?” I ask.
“Why aren’t you in the panic room?” Riley says, stepping over the body, coming from the side, where he was just out of view.
“You expected me to hide when I heard gunshots and yelling?”
“Yes,” both men yell in unison, looks of furious exasperation on their faces. Identical for the first time.
I take a step back, holding my hands up, knife still in my right. “I couldn’t stay when I wasn’t sure if you were okay.” I’m talking to both, which is confusing. “That’s, that’s not my nature.”
Finally, a smile crawls across Jesse’s face, breaking the haze of similarity between the men. “She’s fight. She isn’t flight,” he says, pleased with his assessment.
“I’m more like figure it out and fight if needed,” I correct. A wisp of a grin lights Riley’s face, but he’s tapping on his phone furiously, so I’m not sure if it’s because of my reply. “What happened?” I ask again.
“There shouldn’t have been a meeting at Riley’s apartment,” Jesse says.
I widen my eyes at the body. “Which means?”
“Someone stayed behind after the meeting, or someone was given access. Reggie alerted us when the man was discovered. We need to figure out who he is and why exactly he wanted you or I dead,” Riley speaks directly to me. He steps toward me, slipping the phone into his pocket. “Like I mentioned, headlights in the dark.” He’s standing in front of me, and I’ve never been so aware of all the people in one room. “You’ve had a long day. We all have. Why don’t you go take a shower? We’ll have this handled, and I’ll join you soon.”
I can’t help myself. I peer at Jesse, but he’s not listening, or he’s pretending well. He’s on his phone. “Please don’t keep me locked in a room. I can’t be that kind of woman regardless of what kind of world I’m in.” The happenings of the day hit me like a swift punch, and I know sleep is the only thing I need.