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He pulls off, licking his lips. "I want you inside me so bad, Riot." His voice is raw, and he looks all sorts of fucked up. "I want you to fuck me right here on this blanket, with the ocean crashing below us."
Holy fuck. The thought makes me throb in his hand. "You sure? We don't have any supplies."
London grins wickedly. "Don't worry, I came prepared." He reaches into his pocket and produces a small bottle of lube and a condom.
"You're fucking amazing," I say, kissing him hard, already imagining sinking into him.
London strips off his shirt and jeans, revealing his gorgeous body beneath. He's all lean muscle and smooth skin, his abs rippling as he strokes himself.
Fuck, it's so hot watching him touch himself. I can barely breathe as he slicks up his fingers and works them inside himself, stretching himself open for me. I need to taste him.
I pull him into my lap and kiss him hard as he continues to finger himself open. I bat his hand away and take over, groaning as I sink my finger inside of him. He's so tight and hot, and he moans into my mouth as I grab his ass, kneading it roughly.
"Fuck me," he gasps out, grinding against me. "I need you inside me, Riot."
I'm more than happy to oblige. London rolls the condom onto me before straddling my hips and sinking down onto me.
We both groan as I slide inside him. The sensation of having him wrapped around my cock is almost overwhelming. He's so tight and perfect, and I grip his hips as he starts to move on top of me.
It's fucking incredible being here with him like this. The ocean crashes below us and the sky is an angry gray blanket above us, and London rides me like it's our last night on earth. The way he's looking at me with those pretty hazel eyes is driving me wild and making my heart ache.
Fuck, I think I love him.
I thrust up into him as he grinds down against me, his cock leaking pre-cum between us. I’m drunk on watching him lose control like this. The energy between us is damn near catching fire. He’s always so guarded, but here, with me, he’s unleashed.
We move together in perfect sync, our bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. I kiss him deeply as he rides me harder, his fingers digging into my shoulders while I wrap my fingers around his thick shaft.
"Fuck," he gasps out, throwing his head back. "I'm so close."
I stroke his cock in time with our thrusts, and soon we're both teetering on the edge. London comes with a cry, his body clenching around me as he spills over my hand and onto my abs.
The sight of him coming apart is enough to send me over the edge, too. I groan as I come, my hips jerking against his ass as I empty myself inside of him.
London slumps against me, panting and spent, as his head falls onto my shoulder. We stay wrapped up in each other for a few minutes before he pulls off of me and collapses beside me on the blanket.
"Holy shit, what the fuck, Riot," he says, still breathless. “How is fucking you so goddamn good? It’s blowing my mind.” London laughs as I yank off the condom.
"Yeah, it’s never been like that with anyone but you. You're fucking amazing," I say, kissing him softly. "I can't believe we just did that out here."
London grins at me, all smug and satisfied. "It's hot as hell, isn't it? Out here with the ocean and the cliffs and just us. Where anyone could’ve driven by and seen."
He gives me a deep kiss, like he’s trying to eat me alive, and I drown in him again. It’s so easy to get lost with him, to forget about anything else but this moment. His touch sends jolts of electricity buzzing through my veins, and I want to sink inside him all over again. My obsession with him burns through me like a wildfire. It’s inescapable and all-consuming.
I sit up and stare at him. He watches me right back. "I love you," I blurt out like an asshole.
London stares at me, his eyes widening slightly. "What?" he asks, choking on nothing but air.
"Fuck. I didn't mean to say that." My cheeks heat up and I look away, embarrassed. I’m not taking it back, though. "But it's true."
London sits up too and cups my cheek, turning my face towards his while he runs his thumb across my stubble. His hazel eyes are warm, filled with something that looks a lot like love, too. "I love you too," he breathes. "I've been trying to figure out how to tell you for weeks."
My heart leaps into my throat as I pull him close, kiss the hell out of him. It’s not like I thought he’d reject me or anything, but the relief I feel hearing him say it back is overwhelming.
We kiss for a long time until London pulls away because he’s shivering. "It's fucking freezing out here."
I laugh as we get dressed and toss him my hoodie. He smirks and pulls it over his head. Shit, seeing him in my clothes does something to me. “Hope you don’t think you’re getting this back,” he says and I wrap my fingers in the front of the fabric and yank him to me so I can kiss him.
“Looks better on you anyway, Hotshot,” I mumble against his lips.
