Rating the Book Boyfriend (Book Boyfriend Builders)

22. Libby

CHAPTER 22

Libby

R iggs backs me into the room, our lips fused and his fingers already finding the snaps that hold my dress in place. The green fabric is in a pool on the floor in a matter of seconds.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he says. “I love your ponytails, but when your hair is down like this, I want to watch it spill down your back while I fuck you from behind.”

I’d worn my blonde locks in loose curls tonight, curls that are currently being destroyed by Riggs’s impatient hands as his mouth plunders mine.

He lifts me with strong arms, and I curl my legs around his waist, allowing him to carry me to the living room. My fingers work on the buttons of his dove-gray shirt while he settles onto the cream couch against the wall.

Something about this man and the way his tongue strokes against mine turns me into a wild woman. I’ve never craved anyone so deeply. One kiss from Riggs, and I have the overwhelming urge to rip his clothes from his body.

And the beautiful thing is, he’s the same with me. The desire runs both ways, and within minutes, we’re both bare. As I reach to remove my shoe, a large hand stops me.

“No, leave those on,” he orders, and my lips tip up at the corners. What is it about men loving to fuck a woman with her heels on?

Riggs swivels and slams my back against the seat of the couch before settling between my thighs. “So hungry for you, baby,” he growls into me.

His mouth manages to be precise and unrestrained at the same time as his tongue goes to work, lapping fiercely at my sex and barely grazing my clitoris.

“Riggs, please.”

Spreading my pussy lips, he glances up at me with a wicked grin before dragging a long lick directly up my center. I cry out with pleasure.

“This what you need, sweetheart? You want me to lick this cunt until you paint my face with your creamy goodness?”

“Yes!” I pant, and my world flips as Riggs rolls onto his back and plants me on his face.

“Then take it, baby girl. Take what you need from me.”

This is one of the things I love most about being with Riggs. He’s dominant as fuck when things turn sexual, but he’s also secure enough to cede control to me sometimes. His number one priority is my pleasure, and I can’t say I’ve ever been with anyone like that before.

Riggs gently eases my thighs apart so that I sink farther onto his face. “That’s it, Libby. Ride my mouth like a good girl.”

My hips begin to move, and he hums his approval against my center, the vibrations ramping up my arousal tenfold. He always sounds like he’s eating the most decadent dessert when he has his mouth on me.

“Mmm, so fucking good,” he groans, tongue fucking me while his hands grip my hips. My clit glides across his rough, wet tongue, and I increase my pace, chasing the orgasm that’s right on the horizon.

“Talk to me,” I whimper, needing to hear his dirty words to push me over the edge.

“I think about eating this sweet, pink pussy all day at work. Mmmm, baby, yes. I feel you dripping into my mouth. Give it all to me.”

Holy fuck, this man… My fingers dig into the cushy arm of the couch as I find a sensual rhythm. Riggs guides my hip motions into small circles, and his scruff abrades my pussy and the insides of my thighs.

All the sensations combine to get me to my release, and I come with a loud cry of nonsense words as my pussy jerks rapidly back and forth over Riggs’s eager mouth. His constant hums of approval as he laps up every drop only serve to prolong my climax. Every time I think I’m done, another wave of bliss rolls through me until my spine goes loose.

“Mmm, so good, Libby-girl. You taste like delicious sin on my tongue,” he groans into me as his mouth finally slows between my legs. When his big hands grip my hips and slide me down his body, I notch my sex over his impressive erection, wetting him with the evidence of what he does to me.

I kiss him, tasting myself in his mouth, and he strokes soothing fingers up and down my back. “I want to ride you,” I tell him, and his thick cock twitches against me.

“Let me get a condom.”

I move off him, and he quickly grabs a foil packet and a towel before returning to the couch. He lays the towel down and sits on it and then rolls on the condom. His dick is hard and red, resting against his stomach, and I’ve never wanted to sink onto a man so much in my life.

Riggs said earlier that he wanted me from behind, so I position myself in reverse cowgirl on his lap. “Fuuuuck,” he groans, holding himself up so I can swirl my opening over his swollen head. “Take me slow, Libby-girl. I want you sore, but not so sore I can’t have you again and again tonight.”

Holy shit, this man is a sex god. And I want to be his goddess.

Arching my neck back so my hair drapes dramatically down my back, I lower myself onto his length. It has the desired effect because Riggs’s hands sink into my hair and tug.

“So fucking beautiful taking my cock inside that tight little pussy, baby.”

I circle my hips and whimper, trying to deal with all of this man. He’s so thick, and this position only amplifies it. Keeping one hand fisted at the base of my neck, he grasps my hip with the other. I love his touch, the gentle and the not-so-gentle.

“You fill me up so good, Riggs. You touch places I’ve only dreamed about,” I moan as I begin to move.

“No one else will ever touch those places,” he growls, tightening his grip on my hair. “Only me. Do you understand?”

Good lord have mercy! His possessiveness has me panting like a horny bitch in heat.

“Yesss,” I hiss when the crown of his erection drags across a particularly sensitive spot inside me. I lean forward a little, placing my hands on his knees, and his balls ride full and firm against my clit.

“Do you have any idea how goddamn hot you look, Liberty? You’re the culmination of every wet dream I’ve ever had. So beautiful. So perfect for me, baby girl.”

My praise kink is in full effect as I ride him harder, take him deeper, fuck him faster. When Riggs grabs both my hips and starts pounding savagely up into me, my orgasm is on a fast track to becoming reality.

“Yes, just like that,” I say breathlessly because the man is seriously knocking the wind from my lungs. “Be rough with me, Riggs. I need it.”

A slap to my ass jolts me and turns me on even more as my release perches on the horizon. “You like that, baby? You like me spanking this naughty little ass? I think you want me to fuck it.”

Oh, sweet heavens! This is some next-level shit.

“I’ll let you,” I tell him, and then I feel his thumb slide to where we’re joined and gather some moisture.

“This okay, Libby-girl?” he asks, smearing my arousal around my back hole.

“Yes. Please,” I beg, and his thumb slowly breaches the entrance. “God, I’m so full of you, Riggs.”

He presses in deeper, and then his other thumb follows the path of the first one, lubing up and then sliding in beside its counterpart. The sex becomes untamed and frenetic, his fingers gripping my butt cheeks while his thumbs explore my ass.

“You’re so tight back here, Libby. I’m going to wreck this tiny hole with my cock.”

Riggs is behind me so I can’t see him, but the sounds of our bodies slapping together and the thick smell of sex in the air surround me like a sensual cocoon of lust.

“Fuck, coming!” I cry out as a tidal wave slams over me.

“Me too,” he grunts, never letting up as he jerks inside me and fills the condom with his release. His voice is low and ragged. “God. Damn. Libby. Never. Come. This. Hard.”

I reach down and cup his balls, loving the taut feel of them as they pulse and contract in my hand.

Riggs pulls his thumbs out of my backside, and I collapse back onto his hard body, sweat drenching both of us.

“Hands down, that was the sexiest sex ever,” I inform him, and he chuckles as he turns sweet and presses gentle kisses across my shoulder.

“I couldn’t agree more, Libby-girl.”

After a shower, Riggs and I are on the king-sized bed between sheets that are so soft, they must have been woven by literal angels.

Our legs tangle as we face each other, whispering and laughing in the dark. It’s so damn intimate. I was afraid of this kind of connection at first. Sex is sex, but intimacy is something entirely different.

That’s why, besides the first night we spent together, I insisted on going home to sleep in my own bed every night afterward. It wasn’t Riggs; he’s been an excellent boyfriend this past week. It was me. He texted me multiple times a day, just to say hi or that he was thinking of me. We had dinner together every night, sometimes at restaurants, and sometimes at his house. Then we had insane gorilla sex that left me wrecked and sore.

But now, lying with this beautiful man after sharing my body with him, I have no idea why I’ve been so apprehensive. Despite his astounding good looks, he’s not a playboy. He’s deep and kind and loyal.

“I have an idea,” I tell him, nuzzling his neck.

“You’re naked in bed with me. I have lots of ideas,” he replies, mischief in his voice.

“Stop it, you maniac,” I say, swatting his firm butt. “You know that children’s home Gianna and Auburn were talking about tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“What if we could help out?” I tell him my thoughts, and he listens intently without speaking.

“I love that, Libby-girl. Count me in.” He kisses me slowly. “I love how big your heart is.”

I blush in the darkness.

Riggs smoothes a strand of my mussed hair behind my ear. “Can I ask you a question? If it’s too personal, you don’t have to answer.”

“You had your thumbs in my butthole less than an hour ago. I’m not sure we can get more personal than that.”

He laughs, and the sound vibrates the mattress. “I wanted to know if you’re on birth control.”

“I am. I’m on the shot.”

I can barely see his eyes in the dim light seeping in through a crack in the curtains, but they’re serious now. He rubs a lazy hand up and down my arm. “I want to sleep with you without a condom.”

“You do?”

“Yes. When and if you’re ready. I don’t sleep around, Libby, and I wouldn’t ask this if I wasn’t entirely serious about you. I know this has happened fast, but I’ve never been this drawn to a woman before. I think we’re something special.”

Unbidden tears sting the backs of my eyelids, and I run my fingertips down his cheek. “I think we are too. Have you ever done that before?”

He nods. “Only with one woman though.”

“Lucinda?”

Riggs chuckles a little. “Definitely not. It was a woman I dated a few years ago.”

“Did you love her?” I regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth because if he says yes…

“I did.” Fuck, why does that give me an irrational sense of jealousy? “I met Anastasia at a photo shoot in Florida. We had good chemistry on camera, so I thought I’d ask her out. We dated for almost two years, and she’s the only woman I’ve ever said those three little words to.”

Great. A model.

“What happened?”

“She moved to Arizona to take care of her father, and the long-distance thing was too hard. She asked me to move out there with her, but I didn’t want to leave my family.” The high I’ve been riding is rapidly sinking, but Riggs kisses my forehead. “I’m glad I didn’t though because then I probably wouldn’t have met you.”

“Okay, Romero. Are you trying to swoon me right out of my panties?”

“You’re not wearing panties,” he whispers conspiratorially, and I giggle.

“Have I told you what a good book boyfriend you are?”

“I’m still waiting on my gold stars,” he complains.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Wrapping an arm around his waist, I kiss his chin. “And I would like it if we didn’t have to use condoms.”

He hardens instantly against my stomach. “Starting now?”