The Games We Play Vol. 3 (Riley Grayson) (5 page)

Ali sat stunned for a moment. Was he serious? She had only been joking about giving him one, but if he was going to play along, so would she. Lowering her mouth to his neck, she licked it and kissed it. “You know this isn’t me cashing in on our deal from earlier, right?” She gave his neck another firm kiss, loving how he shuddered when she did.

“No? Then what are you planning to ask for?”

She really hadn’t given it much thought, but she did know she didn’t want to waste it on something as silly as giving him a hickey. She was going to get the absolute most out of it. “Hmm . . .” She tapped her finger to her lips, which he reached up and moved away, placing his lips to hers instead.

“Anything you want from me, Ali. It’s yours,” he whispered.

What she really wanted was a commitment from him, a promise he wouldn’t be with anyone else but her. But she knew that was pushing it when it came to a guy like Riley and she didn’t want to risk completely pushing him away. Everything so far was entirely too much fun to risk flushing down the toilet.

And it was too early in their relationship to ask him to commit. She’d have to take things slow with him, show him she could be everything he needed, that he didn’t have to have sex with random women, and that she was all he needed. The only way to do that was to spend more time with him.

She knew it was a difficult line to walk. Too much time with him could push him away but not enough time would make him believe she wasn’t interested. Unfortunately, somewhere deep inside, she had a feeling he was going to disappear on her again, make her wait weeks to see him. She didn’t want to go through that again but she also didn’t know how to avoid it without scaring him away.
I hate these silly games.

“I want you to take me for a ride on your bike tomorrow. Up the coast. We’ll make a day of it.”

“Mmm.” Riley continued to shower her with lazy, contented kisses. “No.”

Ali jerked away from him. “What?” Her heart raced. “No?!” she joked, but beneath her playful smile she was dead serious.

He smiled. “I already agreed to give you a ride. So, no, you can’t ask for that. But we can definitely do that tomorrow.” Ali laughed. He palmed the back of her head and brought her face closer, kissing her again. “Pick something else.”

“What if I don’t want anything else?”

“Oh, I’m sure you can come up with something. You’re a smart girl.”

He thinks I’m smart?
“I want you to keep kissing me like that,” she said, closing her eyes and getting lost in the moment. God, his lips were great. Soft yet firm. Hot, but with the power to make her whole body shiver.

So Riley kept kissing her. He continued to kiss her while she sat on his lap, her legs hooked around him, their naked bodies pressed into each other. It was probably the single most erotic thing she’d ever experienced and she didn’t want it to end.

***

Ali groaned and wiggled closer to Riley only to find him already pressed against her back. The unmistakable feel of his erection poking against her had her moaning softly. They’d both finally fallen asleep after their last round of sex and Ali was somewhat surprised to find his hands softly roaming her body once again. He was truly an animal!

She didn’t want to tell him no, that she was tired. She really just wanted to sleep a few more hours. It was still dark out and she had no idea if she’d even had a few hours of sleep yet.
I thought I could keep up, but geeze, I’m not sure anymore.

Riley gently lifted her leg and draped it back over his hip. Then he pushed into her with such practiced ease it was like they’d spent their lives together doing this very thing, perfecting it. Ali pushed back against him and let out a gasping moan as her body woke a bit more from its slumber. Riley let out a deep, guttural noise of his own, which echoed around her, sealing her in the little cocoon they’d built in this bed. He turned her face toward him, finding her lips and kissing her as he thrust in and out of her.

“Riley.” He wasn’t wearing any protection. “You need a condom.” She attempted to pull away and reach for one on the night stand, but he pulled her back, making it impossible for her to get away. “Riley . . .”

“No,” he whispered, teasing her lips with his tongue. “I need you like this, Ali.” He kissed her fully on the mouth, his hips working in a steady motion, plunging his dick deeper and further into her with each push forward. “Tell me it doesn’t feel good, baby. Hmm. Tell me you don’t like feeling my bare cock in your pussy.”

She knew he already knew the answer to that before he even asked the question. It did feel good. No. It felt fantastic. He felt fantastic. Having his cock inside of her like this without the barrier of a condom was intense. It was so raw and real. She couldn’t deny that, but thoughts of pregnancy and where Riley had been before her raced through her head. She had never been so careless and couldn’t explain why she was when she was with Riley.

“God, Ali,” he grunted, “I love the feel of you.”

“Yes.” She pushed back against him and he brought his hand down between her legs, his finger circling her clit. Ali reached down and grabbed his wrist, trying to stop him. “No. Riley, please, you need to wear a condom.”

Riley nipped at her bottom lip, pulled out, reached over to the nightstand, unwrapped a rubber and slid it on in a single motion. Then he kissed her, his tongue parting her lips in a way she’d never felt before. Or maybe her exhaustion was just playing tricks on her mind.

Ali had orgasmed every single time they’d had sex. In fact, most of the time she’d had multiple orgasms, something she’d never experienced before. It was surreal and mind blowing.

Riley slowly slid his dick back into Ali and she felt complete again. She tightened around him, welcoming him back in.

“Fuck. Yeah.” His words were cut short when he pressed his lips to hers. Despite the perfect, controlled timing of his thrusts and his finger on her clit, his kiss was frantic, laced with need.

It didn’t take long for her to give him exactly what he wanted—the knowledge of her orgasm. Within moments, she was gasping for breath, writhing against him, moaning for more. But he kept his thrusts the same, which drove her fucking mad. At the same time it was the best feeling in the entire world.

“Riley,” she whimpered.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he crooned at her ear. “Come for me, baby.”

Ali cried out as her orgasm crashed around her, causing her to buck against him. Riley kept a tight hold on her, grounding her, making it so she couldn’t get away from him. Not that she wanted to. Then she started to feel him swell inside of her and she knew he was on the verge of coming. “Riley,” she gasped.

“Oh my God.” His thrusts were becoming harder, more frenzied. As his speed increased, Ali felt her first orgasm explode into a second and it took everything in her not to scream.

“Aaahh, God!” she moaned when his movements became even more desperate. She had to hold on to him for dear life.

“Motherfucker,” Riley said, but he made no effort to slow down. She felt his orgasm burst and their moans and cries of pleasure filled the room until they were left with nothing but panting and ragged breaths.

“Wow. That was . . .” Ali laughed.

Riley smiled at her, caressing her face with the back of his hand. She’d give anything to know what he was thinking right then. “That was amazing” He trailed off and shook his head.

She smiled. But she wasn’t about to tell him just how much she liked being woken up from a dead sleep to have this kind of sex. That would undoubtedly scare him off, and that was the last thing she wanted.

He sighed and dropped his forehead to her shoulder.

Ali moved away from him, and this time he made no attempt to stop her. Part of her wished he had, but clearly he felt guilty about not wanting to wear a condom at first, and that upset her. The thought of him regretting being with her was too much to handle. Climbing out of bed, she headed toward the bathroom. After getting herself cleaned up, she stared at herself in the mirror for a moment.

Don’t freak out, Ali. You’re on birth control. It’s okay. You made him put on a condom
. She could hear her sister’s voice in her head: Make good choices, Ali.

Yeah, but Riley had admitted to being with a lot of women. How could Ali know he was safe? Clean? She’d have to get tested. She’d let him inside of her twice without a condom. She couldn’t be that careless. She’d had friends in this position and she never understood it, until now. Lowering her head, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then another thought hit her like a freight train.

She rushed out of the bathroom and grabbed her purse from the dresser. Rummaging through it, she couldn’t find what she was looking for.
Shit!

“Ali? Is everything all right?” Riley asked.

She turned to look at him. He was lying on the bed, his body propped up on an elbow, his brow raised as he watched her. She forced a smile and held up the pack of pills she’d found and that she’d thankfully remembered to bring.

“What?”

“Birth control.” How could she have forgotten to take it today? Of all days!

His eyes widened, but she didn’t miss the sigh of relief he gave. Ali went back into the bathroom and filled a plastic cup with water from the tap and took the pill. At least an unwanted pregnancy was one less thing for her to worry about. Or at least she hoped.

When Ali re-emerged from the bathroom again, Riley was on his back, hands tucked behind his head. Seeing her come out of the lit bathroom, he shifted onto his side and propped his head in his hand. “Come here,” he said, patting the spot next to him.

Ali went to him and lay down. He put his arm across her stomach and pulled her closer. She rolled onto her side and faced him. They were silent for several long moments. It was dark in the room, making it hard to really see her face, but he could feel her gaze on him. And when he reached up to caress her cheek, she flinched, momentarily startled, but then she leaned into his touch and he smiled.

“I don’t do this, Ali,” he whispered, then sighed with what sounded an awful lot like frustration. “I mean, I do, but not like what we did today. I’m more careful than that. Does that make sense?”

She didn’t say anything and he really wished there was a damn light on so he could see her face, her reaction.

“I don’t know what’s going on between us.” He chuckled nervously. Yeah he did, but he wasn’t about to tell her what it was. “I got carried away. I’m sorry.” The thought of her being scared away twisted his gut. He couldn’t stand it if he’d blown things with her because he couldn’t control his need for her, couldn’t keep his urges and desires in check. He knew not all girls could handle is needs.

“Oh, just shut up will you?” Her voice wavered.

“Then tell me you’ve had a great time with me,” he said. As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized exactly how vulnerable he was, how she had the power to crush him beyond repair. He’d sworn to himself he’d never let any woman have this kind of power ever again, not since his inexperienced days when he’d let his heart run away without his head. Yet here he was at Ali’s mercy. Terrified, wishing he could just disappear.

“Do you regret it?” she asked.

“No.” There was no hesitation in his answer, no doubts in his words.

Her only response was to press her mouth to his, easing his lips apart with her tongue. He pulled her closer to him, embracing her and her sweet kiss. His heart hammered in his chest, his whole body relaxing with the knowledge she wasn’t angry with him.

“I’ve never done this before either,” she said.
Fallen so hard and fast for someone
, she thought to herself. She knew that wasn’t what they were talking about.

He smiled against her lips.

“Then again, I basically have known Pat my entire life.”

Riley pulled back. “Who’s Pat?”

Oh, did I say that out loud? Shit. Now I have to tell him.
“He’s uh . . . um . . . my ex. He’s the only guy I’ve ever—”

“Don’t,” he said, cutting her off, “finish that sentence.” He didn’t want to hear that she’d only ever been with one other guy because that meant Riley was only her second. Ever. And he knew damn well that this relationship was about to get extremely clingy if that was the case. He rolled onto his back and draped his arm across his face, embarrassed and disgusted with himself. He thought she was different. She
was
different, but damn! She’s only been with one other guy? No fucking way.

And his first night with her he brought in some other woman. Then tonight he banged her in the back seat of his father’s car like some horny teenager. And now he just basically confessed his love for her after they had the best sex of his life. Sex he couldn’t get enough of, sex he couldn’t bring himself to regret even in the slightest even though he knew he should, especially in light of this new information. Sex was what he did and he did it well. Relationships weren’t.

Fuck!

He knew she was more passionate than the majority of other women he’d ever been with, but he hadn’t realized just how much better she was. And she deserved someone a hell of a lot better than him. He had to walk away and never look back, which was exactly what his intentions had been after tonight.