Naughty November

Chapter 4

FOUR

ADRIAN

The more undone Riley became, the more gorgeous he was. His hole was tight around my finger and it made me want to know what it would be like to have him in all the ways. Riley writhed against me, grinding his impossibly hard cock against me.

I studied his face. The scrunch of his eyebrows and the pretty red mouth, lips parted like an invitation. I didn’t miss the way Riley winced as he worked himself against my pants. The rough denim could be fun for another time, but tonight I wanted Riley to feel nothing but pleasure. Not pain-pleasure.

He whimpered when I gently slipped my finger out of his ass. He pressed himself against me even harder like he was trying to touch as much of me at once as he possibly could.

“Please,” he begged brokenly, his voice scratchy and filled with torment.

“Shhh. It’s okay, Angel.” I slid my pants down to my knees. “I wanted to feel you on my skin. Is that okay?” My mouth drifted to his ear and I grazed the shell with my lips, my tongue .

Riley shivered. Moaned. Rocked against me and let out the softest sound.

“That’s right,” I told him. “Take what you need. Everyone here is watching how sweet you are right now. How slutty you are for me, how needy. They’re watching you grind your pretty cock on my leg and they’re wishing it was their leg. They’re greedy for you.”

Riley made a strangled sound, maybe fear, maybe lust. I couldn’t decipher it, whatever it was, but Riley started begging. He was nearly mindless already, writhing and humping against me.

“Please, please, Sir. I need you inside me.” Riley’s words trembled out of him as he begged over and over, each word sweeter and more desperate than the last.

I made him suck my finger again. Spit wasn’t the best lube, but I liked the way he held my gaze at first, fellating my digit like it was my cock. Sucking and swirling his tongue and doing obscene things that made my cock leak in response.

Riley let out a relieved cry when I slid my finger back inside him. He relaxed in my arms, breathed out against my skin, and smiled as he kissed my cheek. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Riley almost looked stricken when the word Daddy came out of his mouth.

I didn’t give him time to think about it. I wouldn’t make him call me Daddy if that’s not what he wanted, but I had to admit my insides twisted on hearing it. I’d been many things to many people, but so seldom a daddy.

“Do you feel better now, sweetheart?” I pressed deeper into his hole and Riley went practically boneless in my arms.

He nodded, like he didn’t trust himself to speak anymore, just in case he said more things he didn’t mean to say.

“I want you to use me to make yourself feel good. That’s it,” I praised him when right away he started shamelessly moving against me. Bare skin on bare skin.

I was aware of other people in the room, but their presence was now an afterthought. They were merely scenery. Stage props. Cardboard cut-outs in the shape of people. The only real thing in this room was Riley and the way he made me feel. Powerful. Protective. Necessary.

I slanted my mouth over his and tasted his desperation. His desire. I licked my way inside his mouth as he continued to grind against me, his movements sharp and fast. My finger wriggled deeper, as deep as it could go at this angle, and Riley fucked himself on it. He alternated between riding my finger and humping my thigh.

My skin was sweaty. Sticky. Riley broke the kiss, but kept his mouth near mine as he panted and writhed.

“That’s it,” I told him again. “Look how slutty you are for me. Can’t even wait for me to take you and fuck you properly. You’re so pretty like this. I bet you’re pretty when you come.”

Riley whimpered. “I’m so close.”

“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?” I pressed my free hand against the small of his back. Sliding it lower, cupping his ass, I held him tighter against me, making his thrusts shorter, more purposeful.

Riley rocked back on my finger. Forward against my thigh. His mouth sought mine and we shared sloppy kisses that were more breath and tongue than lips and it was so fucking perfect I could have died right then.

“Oh, shit,” Riley’s voice cracked with pleasure. “Can I… please let me come. Please.”

“You can come. Show everyone how hot you are for me. Show everyone that you’re mine.”

Riley came, frantically pumping against my leg, ass hanging out of his shorts, riding my finger, placing desperate open-mouthed kisses against my neck. My throat.

It was easily the hottest thing I’d experienced. My chest swelled with pride and affection for this sweet man, still grinding against me, his cum sliding down his cock and onto my skin like he was marking me as his. I didn’t hate that idea.

I turned us and pinned Riley against the wall. I gently slid my finger out of his ass before I made him sore and he didn’t protest this time. He stood there, blinking at me, a little dazed, a little sated, but hunger still flashed in his eyes .

“My turn, sweetheart,” I told him as I shifted myself so I could grind against him. Dick to thigh like he’d done to me. Holding him against the wall, I stared into his eyes. I held his gaze like a challenge. My cock was hard and I was already nearly out of my mind with desperation.

I let Riley see what he did to me. How crazy he made me feel. I wanted to blow his mind with how fucking amazing something simple could feel. Something that was often dismissed as only done by teenagers taking their first tentative steps in their sexuality.

My hands trailed down his arms to his wrists. I lifted his arms above his head and pinned them there. Riley stared into my eyes like he was drowning.

Leaning in, I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. Felt the subtle way he arched into me, the slight change in the angle of his leg. An offering. A concession. Permission. A plea.

I deepened the kiss. Mapped the contours of his mouth with my tongue. Kissed him breathless as I rocked slowly against him. My heart slammed against my ribs, a contrast to the slow and gentle way I moved against him.

Riley pressed into my hold and I answered by plastering him against the wall with a little more force. Riley might be trapped between me and the wall, but he was hardly passive. He kissed back, matching my intensity. I felt his breath on my skin when we parted for air. Found his gaze on mine when I blinked him into focus. He shifted and changed the angle of his leg, pressing his thigh into my balls.

“Is that what you want?” I dragged my mouth to his ear and planted gentle kisses below the lobe. He shivered against me, his breaths coming heavy and ragged. “Do you want me to use you like this? To get off on you. You drive me crazy, Riley. You’re irresistible.”

I slanted my mouth over Riley’s and kissed him long, hard, and deep. My hips had a mind of their own now and I worked myself against him like I was kissing him with my whole body. Like it was more than just a kiss. More than a man losing his shit over a pretty submissive. Like it was me finding something I’d been looking for without admitting it.

Riley was sweet. Perfect. A little cynical, a little overwhelmed. A lot reluctant, I thought, remembering the tortured way he looked when he called me Daddy. The way it looked like relief and embarrassment all wrapped up in one gorgeously angsty package.

I didn’t know how much longer I could hold off. My body was on fire for him. Heat pooled low in my stomach. Desperation clawed at me, but it was Riley who tipped me over the edge, breaking the kiss, sucking in a breath.

“Please.”

It was barely a whisper, barely a sound. But it was the only thing in the room. The universe had shrunk down to just the two of us and our pleasure. His gentle plea shattered me.

“Oh, fuck…” I gasped as my orgasm slammed into me. I rocked against Riley with more force than before, grinding myself against him as I came like I could become one with him. I couldn’t breathe or think or do anything but ride out the aftershocks.

The first thing I became aware of was the mess I’d made of him. Of us. We were both covered in cum and sweat. I released Riley’s arms and he wrapped them around me and tugged me somehow closer. Impossibly so. He buried his face in the curve of my neck and held on to me. Our chests heaved as we caught our breath. We needed a shower. And a drink. And hopefully a conversation.

I reached down and pulled his shorts up, carefully adjusting his still half-hard cock behind them before righting my own pants, regardless of the sticky mess that I’d just trapped in them. I’d change later. For now, I wanted to find a spot on the couch and curl up with Riley and regroup.

I tangled our hands together, weaving our fingers, locking them with mine so he couldn’t slip away. My orgasm had me feeling warm and pleasant. Some people stared at us with open curiosity as I grabbed us a couple of waters and sat down on the couch. I pulled Riley into my lap and he fit against me like we’d sat like this a thousand times.

Riley twisted his bottle open and drank half before stopping. He sucked in a few deep breaths and when I was sure he was getting himself under control, I opened my water and followed his example .

Riley recapped his drink and leaned against me. “That was hotter than it had any business being.”

“Kink doesn’t have to be sex swings and fists and sounds to be erotic. To be unexpected.”

Riley sighed and melted into me a little more. “You make me want to try everything on that list, but also terrified to in case it’s as good as this. Or better. I came so hard I think I lost brain cells.”

“If you’d be willing, I’d love to do other things with you. Let’s see, we knocked thigh riding and dirty talk off the list.”

“Fingering.”

I smirked and brushed a kiss against his lips. “Oh, sweetheart, I had not even begun to finger you.”

Riley reached down and adjusted himself in his shorts. “Fuck my life, you can’t just say shit like that.”

“Have you ever been fingered like it was the main event and not just the means to an end?” I walked my fingertips down his leg.

“That sounds intense,” Riley answered after a beat.

“All you have to do is ask,” I said, leaving the ball in his court.