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“Noah . . . oh, yes,” Riley moans. I grin, planning to taste every inch of Riley’s body and bring my name to her lips again and again.
I lift up to give myself some room to work and pull her dress down her legs and off with her help. She lies before me in matching yellow panties and those pink heels, her little yellow toes peeking out.
Using my hand, I urge her thighs apart, and she whimpers as I knead my way up from her knees. Her yellow panties gleam mellowly in the soft light of my living room, and I look up at Riley’s half-closed eyes, her breasts heaving in deep breaths.
I grin at seeing her even wilder than usual, especially when I’ve never felt more in control. I run a fingertip along the lacy edge and feel her shiver in anticipation. A dark spot appears, her arousal and moisture soaking into the fabric. “Is there something you want?” I ask huskily.
Riley nods, lifting her hips just enough to boldly tug the triangle covering her pussy to the side, and I see . . . heaven. “Is there something you want?”
As if there’s any doubt.
“Fuck yes.” With almost an animalistic ferocity, I bury my face between her thighs, consuming her with a desire and passion I’ve held back for too long. She’s tangy and sweet, better than the wine and more nourishing than the burgers we ate. Because with every suck, every stroke of my tongue along her lips, I hear her pleasure.
I hear her moans.
I feel . . . enlightened. I feel like my soul’s being transformed with each scoop of my tongue, each tug of her fingers on my hair.
I suck her pussy, kissing her center as my hands clamp on her thighs, holding her open to me. Not that Riley needs encouragement. She’s practically yanking my hair out because she’s pulling on me so strongly, wanting more. Actually, she’s demanding more. I love that she’s passionate and powerful, willing to guide me exactly where she wants me while letting me explore every inch of her. I want to know her fully and completely.
But I want to draw this out, to savor her, so I pull back just enough to tease and flutter the tip of my tongue over the jewel of her clit that’s glistening at the top of her slit.
She cries out, bucking against my face. “N–Noah!” she softly screams, her eyes fully closed and her face lit with a smile. Since we started dancing—no, longer than that, as far back as when we were messaging and her face was still a blur—I’ve wanted to see her like this, ultimate joy etched on her face.
She’s my Riley now. The world be damned. Everyone else can fuck off. She’s mine.
Riley’s stomach clenches, and I see her arms shaking from being so close to the edge of a big orgasm. I draw it out as long as I can, wanting to watch and relish this moment forever. There’s only one ‘first orgasm’ with a lover, and with Riley, I want ours to be like something neither of us has ever felt before.
I want her to know this isn’t a game to me.
I don’t just want her pussy.
I want Riley.
I tongue her clit with a broad, flat stroke that makes her legs stiffen. She throws her head back, a harsh breathless cry rasping from her panting lungs before she soaks my chin and lips in her sweet juices.
“Wow. Noah,” she gasps when she can form words again.
I get up, looking down on her limp body. My shirt’s half torn off, and I can feel my cock throbbing in my slacks. With a weakened arm, Riley reaches for my belt, but just before she can touch it, there’s a thump at the door.
“Noah!”
I look up in shock, and Riley’s eyes widen. We both know that voice.
“What do we do?” Riley whispers.
“I don’t know,” I whisper back, shrugging.
She eyes me, and I realize this is on me. I’m the one who needs to have a plan and handle this. Riley is counting on me.
“River?” I say hesitantly.
“Yeah! Open up, man! I need to talk to you!”
Oh, fuck. He knows.
Maybe he saw us. Maybe someone saw us and told him. Shit, it doesn’t matter how, only that he knows. And he’s here.
Hurriedly, Riley scrambles off the couch and grabs her things before scampering toward the back of my apartment. I wipe my face with my shirt sleeve and then pull it off because it’s wrinkled as hell and River will know something’s up with that.
Fuck.
“Noah, come on, man. This is fucking important!”
I hurry to the door, praying that River doesn’t smell his sister’s pussy on my breath as I open up, not quite letting him inside. “River? What’s up?”
“Hey, man, I just had this great idea for the app,” River says, pushing his way inside.
