Things That Go Hump In The Night (73 page)

CHAPTER THREE

Bad Boy

Wobbling
, I stood up and looked around for the bathroom. After a glass of bourbon and two beers, I
definitely
needed it.

“Shhh, shhhh,” I said, whacking Riker on the arm to shut him up, even though he wasn’t speaking. “Where’s the drunk? I’m bathroom.”

Cocking an amused eyebrow at me, he gestured towards the back of the restaurant. “You need some help, princess? You look a little unsteady on those pins.”

“I can do it!” Waving him off, I teetered past the bar and through the lines of tables. I could
feel
how drunk I was. It was embarrassing how much of a lightweight I’d become since I’d stopped going to frat parties. With every sip of my beer I leaned dangerously closer to Riker, drinking in his hypnotizing gaze.

You’re so gonna sleep with him if you don’t leave soon,
I thought to myself as I pushed open the bathroom door.
Splash some water on your face and get out of here.

The voice of reason had a point, but just like at the frat party last year, I was too drunk and horny to listen. Instead I found myself powdering my nose and primping my eyelashes in the mirror.

I wanted him. I had a feeling he wanted me too. What was the harm? Unlike that guy from the frat party, I wouldn’t ever have to see Riker again. It was just one night.

Straightening my shoulders and fixing my hair, I turned and strutted out of the bathroom, prepared to seduce a bad boy.

Instead I was pulled back by the waist, a strong arm clasping me, a warm voice in my ear.

“I thought you’d never come out,” he whispered, sucking on my earlobe. I yelped, belatedly realizing it was Riker pressed against me—and
all
of him was at attention.

“You move fast,” I said, turning around in his arms and bracing my hands against his leather jacket-clad chest. “I told you I wasn’t going to sleep with you.”

“Did you? I wasn’t listening when you talked,” he said. I huffed in anger, but before I could say anything more he silenced me with his lips.

His mouth was cool and tasted like hops. Stubble pressed against my lips as I let him in, his tongue twining with mine, his hands strong against my waist. He pressed me to him, making his intentions clear as his erection rubbed against my thigh. My thoughts raced, but I kissed him back as hard as I could, slipping my hands onto his shoulders for balance.

Pulling back, he murmured against my lips. “Your body is telling me a different story. So what’s lying—your mouth? He kissed me. “Or your hips?” He ground against me, my legs parting as he pushed me against the wall and thrust his cock up and down my hip, his size apparent through layers of clothing.

I thought about the time that had passed since anyone touched me. I thought about the birth control pill I’d taken that morning, having wondered at the time if I even needed to bother. Riker certainly seemed like he knew how to satisfy a woman, and he was obviously eager to satisfy me.
What’s the worst that could happen?

“Your place or mine?” I asked, and he responded with a growl. The sound was deep and animalistic—almost inhuman.

“Princess, I don’t have the patience to make it back to your no doubt pink room and fuck you under satin sheets. I know just the place,” he said, grasping my hand and pulling me forward a step, “and it’s right around the corner.”

“
I
didn’t realize this was your definition of ‘right around the corner,’” I said, stepping into the stock room. “I’m not sure—”

“Hush.” Riker strode towards me and pressed me up against one of the kegs, his hands on my hips, his mouth on mine. I melted in his embrace, the strong planes of his body pressing up against mine. When he pulled back, I almost whimpered, missing his warmth. “We’re not fucking in here. We’re going upstairs. Don’t worry, princess, you’ll get your bed.”

“I’m not a princess,” I protested, but he just shook his head.

“You are, and you don’t even know it. Now c’mon. You’re driving me crazy, teasing me like that. I want inside you.”

I bit my lip at his boldness. Taking my hand, he led me out of the stock room, through an alley, and into another building with a little hallway and an elevator. I reached out to press the button, but he strode past the elevator doors to the stairwell.

“Wait—my heels. I can’t walk up the stairs, we’ll have to—”

Stooping, he swept my legs beneath me and picked me up, supporting my legs and shoulders. I gasped, twining my arms around his neck.

“Warn a girl next time.”

“What can I say,” he said, taking the stairs with surprising ease, “I’m not known for my patience.”

“Where are we going, anyway?” I asked, watching the steps vanish behind us. “Your apartment?”

“Something like that.” The tone of his voice suggested he’d rather I not ask any more follow-up questions.
I swear to God if he’s squatting in some run down abandoned apartment I’m so done… probably… maybe. Once we’ve made out a bit.

His muscles flexed as he gently put me down. I looked around, noting how clean the hallway was, how far apart the doors were—suggesting each apartment was
huge.
Internally, I had to wonder how it was that someone like Riker had a key to one of these units, which he took out and used to open the door. It was only with great self-control that I managed not to ask him if we were even allowed to be there.
Don’t be rude, Mara Finn,
I scolded myself, keeping my tongue on tight check.

The inside of the apartment was
huge,
and decorated with oversized, stuffed furniture that looked like something a Manhattan housewife in her forties would buy. Still, there was an air of sophistication to it, and the large, framed black and white street photographs on the wall added a bit of youth. Nothing in this place screamed that it belonged to a tattooed guy in his twenties named “Riker,” needless to say.
I bet his
real
apartment has a futon and two roommates.

“So…” Riker said, clasping my hips and gently caressing my skin through the sheer fabric of the black dress I wore, “what do you want to do first, princess? My tongue awaits your beck and call.”

I could feel his hard cock straining at the denim fabric of his jeans as he pressed himself against me. His breath was warm and smelled of bourbon, and his height forced me to look up to meet his gorgeous eyes. The thought of his tongue between my thighs sent shivers up my spine, but first I wanted to taste him some more.

“I haven’t had my share of kissing you yet,” I said, standing on my tip toes and pressing my lips to his. He slipped his mouth onto mine, his tongue pressing against my lips, his hands moving to touch my body
just
beneath my breasts. I felt my nipples harden and peak at his touch, the thin fabric between us doing nothing to conceal how turned on we both were by each other’s tongues.

There was a flair to Riker’s kissing, which turned from rough and edged with teeth to soft and tender in a moment’s notice. He walked me back towards the sofa, working my mouth with his own as his hands spread heat through my body.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, breaking away from the kiss to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “If you were mine, I’d have you six ways to Tuesday.”

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the desire in his voice. “Let’s just focus on tonight,” I said, pulling him closer to me.

We fell to the couch together, legs intertwined, hips pressed together. Riker braced his arms around me and I pushed his leather jacket open, marveling at his darkly inked muscles.

“How many tattoos do you have?” I asked, touching their lines with my fingertips.

“Too many, princess.” He peeled his leather jacket off and threw it to the ground, revealing the worn graphic T-shirt he wore beneath. I reached down and teased the edge of the fabric with my fingertips, his skin hot against my touch.

“I want to see them,” I said insistently, as he leaned down to suck at my neck. “I want to taste your skin.”

“You’re drunk,” Riker responded, his voice muffled by my hair. “It all tastes the same, tattooed or not.”

“How do you know?” I asked, as I pulled his shirt up and he moved his arms obligingly to take it off. “Unless you lick yourself on a regular basis, you have no idea.”

“Good point.” He straddled my waist, his bare chest glorious above me. I couldn’t help but put my fingers on his abs, noticing the visible tent in his pants where his erection pressed forward.

“What do they all mean?” I glanced from the tribal symbol that stretched down his arm and across his pec, to the smoke dragon at his shoulder, and down to the panther prowling above his hip bone.

“They’re all just memories I don’t want to forget. Or talk about.” He was looking into some far off distance, his eyes shadowed with the past. “Now c’mon, princess, time for you to take that off.” Riker gestured towards my dress.

“Why don’t you
make
me,” I murmured, watching his eyes flash with heat.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

Standing, he pulled me up with him and knelt in front of me. Confused, I tilted my head and watched as he opened his mouth—just barely—and grasped the hem of my dress in his teeth. Then he stood up oh-so-slowly, peeling the thin fabric off me inches at a time. I raised my arms as the dress reached my shoulders, and he pulled it the rest of the way off his with his hands.

“Fuck, that was hot,” I gasped, wrapping myself around him and meeting his mouth in a kiss.

He seemed to lose control against me, his hands wandering all over my body as he walked us backwards until my back hit a door. He cupped one against my ass, the other fumbling with the door.

Reaching over, I grabbed the doorknob and opened the door to what turned out to be a
massive
bedroom. Plush rugs decorated the ground, an electric guitar rested in one corner, and an amazing king-sized bed greeted me.

“Is whoever owns this place going to be okay with us having sex on the bed?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Riker said, a mischievous grin on the face. “I didn’t break us in here. My name may not be on the deed, but it’s mine to use whenever I want. And I promise there are no peas underneath the mattress.”

“Just get those jeans off already,” I said, kicking the door shut behind us.

He shucked them off all at once—boxers and all. What he revealed was the biggest, most glorious cock I’d ever seen in person. He must’ve seen the amazement on my face, because he chuckled warmly.

“C’mon, princess,” he said, scooping me up and throwing me down on the bed, “let’s warm you up.”

CHAPTER FOUR

A Night In

His
fingers pressed against the inside of my thighs as he pulled my panties down.
Oh my god…
the sight of his amber green eyes staring up at me sent blood rushing through my body.

Riker kissed and nibbled his way up my skin, his mouth warm and insistent as he teased ever closer to my clit.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured. “Stunning.”

I blushed all over. “Thank you.”

Riker pressed his tongue against me, his rough stubble sending tingles up me as his mouth met my outer lips. Eyes locked on mine, he found my clit and worked it expertly.

“Aahhh!” I cried out, back arching, sparks flashing behind my eyelids.

He was warm and wet, his tongue switching from my clit to my entrance as he drew me towards my climax. I squirmed at his touch, his hands holding me down by the hips as he thrust his mouth against me faster and faster.

Moans fell off my tongue, my vision narrowing as everything turned towards his touch, his heat, his skin against mine. “Oh god… oh god…” I whimpered, practically falling apart. “Right there—yes!”

Humming against my skin, Riker added his fingers to the mix, rubbing them everywhere he wasn’t using the tip of his tongue. He pushed two fingers inside me, crooking them up and stroking me inside as he kept rubbing my clit. Tensing, I felt my orgasm coming down on me, every muscle in my body twitching. Toes curling, I pressed myself against him, my hips canting in little circles.

“That’s it… aaahhhhh…” My fingers clenched in his silky dark hair, mouth wide open as I came against him. Waves of pleasure rode down me, my body clenching around his fingers. He worked me through my climax, kissing and sucking on me gently.

I came down slowly, sinking into the silky sheets, warm and relaxed. Riker pulled his head up and crawled up onto the bed, his arms braced around my waist. With trepidation, I had to glance down at the massive erection between his legs.

“You’re good at that,” I said, feeling tingly all over.

“You’re welcome.” There was a cocky, amused tone to his voice. Leaning down, he kissed my neck, simultaneously pushing his hands up under my bra and cupping my breasts. His fingers found my nipples, tweaking them gently; I bit my cheek at the insistence in his touch.

Never before had a man touched me the way this one did: slowly, deliberately, and reverently. There was something almost feral in his eyes, the amber yellow green making him look like a wild animal, coiled and ready to pounce. His warm fingers trailing across my skin were like a primitive sort of brand.

“I think you’re ready,” he said, sliding my bra over my head. “But I want to hear it from you.” Riker bent his head to my left breast and drew my nipple into his mouth. I squirmed at the touch of his tongue and lips on my sensitive skin.

“Hear—hear what?” I gasped, barely able to get the words out.

Pulling his mouth back, Riker cocked an eyebrow at me. “Mara. I want you to tell me how bad you want it.”

I blushed, deep scarlet. Dirty talk wasn’t exactly my thing. As if sensing my hesitance, Riker thrust his hips down and rubbed his cock against the inside of my thigh, teasing—but not touching—my lower lips.

“Oh god.” Reflexively, I opened my legs and clasped him to me, whimpering. “I—um, I want you.”

“Where?” he insisted, pulling away.

“Inside me.” I bit my lip at the intensity of his stare.

“You’ll have to do better than that.” Leaning down, he opened his mouth and
bit
my neck—gently, but I could feel his teeth. His hips thrust forward, the head of his cock rubbing up against my outer lips. I swear I could
feel
him purr against my skin.

Whimpering, I canted my hips forward, and once again he evaded my touch. “Riker.
Please.”

He growled, the sound reverberating through me where we touched. Though I tried to stay quiet, I gasped at his touch, and he pulled his mouth off my neck. “I want to slide my hard cock inside you,” he said, his voice smooth and warm like caramel. “But first, I want you to beg for it.
Be specific.
”

Biting my lips, I looked up into his amber green eyes, which were fixed on my face. “Please,” I said, my voice shaking as I twisted beneath him, “please fuck me.”

With a sudden thrust, he pressed the head of his cock inside me—just barely. “More. I want to hear more. Open those filthy pink lips and tell me what you want.”

The sound of his voice—so filthy, so commanding—made me want his cock inside me
so bad
.

“Fuck me.” I twisted up against him, drawing his incredible girth towards me. “Fuck me with your big hard cock. I want you inside me. I’m—I’m wet, just for you.”

Groaning, he braced himself against the bed and
thrust
inside me. I whimpered and bit my lips at the feeling of his size spreading me open. Right before it was too much, he pulled out and slowly delved back in again, insistently working deeper.

“Ugh, I can feel how wet you are. I want you to ride me, princess.”

Grasping my body to his chest, he pushed us further up onto the bed. His mouth found mine, our tongues meeting, my hands around his shoulders for support. His muscles flexed beneath my fingers as he adjusted my weight so I was sitting on top of him.

Taking his cock in one hand, he positioned it towards me and thrust up until his shaft was half-buried in me once more. I couldn’t help but stare down at the place where our bodies met. Bracing my hands against him, I pushed myself down on his thick rod.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice in my ear. “Good girl.”

I shivered at the sight of him entering my body. Using my legs, I worked up and down on his lap until he was almost all the way inside me. Our foreheads touched as I leaned against him, kissing his lips and swirling my hips on his cock.

Riker moaned against my mouth. He grasped me by the hips and pulled me down until his balls were firmly against my skin. “Keep going, princess. You can do it.”

Biting my lip, I clenched my muscles and rode him—hard. Every movement of my body on his lap made him shiver and twitch, his eyes falling closed, his hips and hands working the rhythm of our bodies. Watching him, I clenched myself around his dick and
thrust
down on him, swishing my hips in little circles.

“Fuck.” Picking me up, he rolled us together until I was on my back again, looking up at him. “You’re killing me, princess,” he said, fucking in and out of my body, each stroke making me moan. “I hope you like it rough.”

“Do it. Fuck me.
Hard.
”

Before I was even done speaking he grabbed my shoulders and
rammed
himself inside me, pulling out and pushing back in with a vengeance. I cried out in pleasure, locking my legs around his back and closing my eyes to the feeling of him fucking me with his cock. The bed squealed and creaked beneath us as he lost himself in his thrusts, grunts and growls falling from his lips like an animal in heat.

I egged him on, arching my back to the power of his thrusts. My college boyfriend would’ve come long ago—but not Riker, who grabbed my ass with his hands and changed angles, clasping me to him and scooping his hips.

“Yes! Yes!” I cried out, lost in the feeling of him rubbing against my G-spot again and again. “Oh god—yes, Riker!”

His name was like a prayer in my mouth, falling from my lips over and over again.

“That’s it, baby,” he said, pushing my hair back and thrusting faster and faster. “Right there. Come on Mara, I know you want to come.”

The sound of him saying my name sent me over the edge. I lost all sense of time, of sight, of anything but pleasure sparking through my body. Toes curling, I grabbed him with my thighs and held on, my fingernails curving against his shoulders. My orgasm rode down on me in waves of wonderful pleasure.

“Riker, oh god!”

My muscles clenched on his dick, which he thrust deep inside me, skin pressing against me everywhere. His head fell to the pillow at my neck, hips making tiny thrusts inside my body as he came. I heard a strange sound, felt his teeth against my shoulder—sharp, almost too sharp—before he turned his face away, wetness spilling inside me. He thrust a few times as he came, shallow and stuttering.

We panted as we both came down together, our bodies entwined, his weight pressing me down to the covers. A few long, almost awkward moments passed, until Riker rolled over. His cock fell out of my body, leaving me feeling empty—but sated.

I sighed, stretching my warm, relaxed body on the bed. “I get it. I finally get one-night stands.”

Rolling over, I kissed him on the mouth. Our lips parted too soon.

“So I guess I gave you an epiphany.”

I smirked and tossed my hair over one shoulder. “Don’t get a big head about it.”

“Never.” His laugh was low and dark. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, because I’m afraid you have to get going. You can’t sleep here.”

“Right.” A chill seemed to fill the air, making me suddenly remember that I was lying naked next to a stranger. A pretty hot stranger, but still—Riker wasn’t boyfriend material, as proven by his rude attitude seconds after pulling out.

Turning away from him, I got out of bed and hunted for my clothes, pulling each layer on one by one. My underwear was wet against my skin, a stark reminder that he came inside me. I blushed as I realized it turned me on.
I’m glad I’m on birth control,
I thought, all-too-aware that in our frenzy for each other we hadn’t even discussed protection.

“Don’t worry,” I said, needing to fill the silence, “I won’t stalk you after this. I know it was just a one time thing.”

Riker stood up, seeming unconcerned about being so naked near half a dozen windows. He looked at me with a strange, far off expression in his eyes—which almost seemed less green, more amber, yellow even.

“I wasn’t worried about that in the first place,” he said. He reached out and placed a hand on my waist. “Don’t worry, princess. There’s no reason to be awkward just because the night is ending so soon.”

Leaning down, he kissed me—gently, warmly. I tensed for a moment, then relaxed against his hand, returning the kiss. As I pulled away I looked into his eyes, which seemed to change color by the second. “I’ve just never done this before. A one-night stand, I mean.”

“I sensed that somehow. Despite what you might think, they’re not that frequent for me either.”

I doubted that was true. Still, he was a gentleman in the next few minutes, pulling on his clothes and escorting me out of the apartment. We made our way through the bar—still no sign of my errant date—and out into the streets, where he hailed me a cab.

He even held the door open for me, the thick black letters BMC Taxi on the side. I slipped inside, staring at the little map of Belmont City affixed to the back of the driver’s seat.

“Get home safe, princess,” he said. “Don’t let your carriage turn into a pumpkin at midnight.”

I barely noticed as he slipped some money to the cabbie, I was so lost in my own thoughts.
Was this a mistake?
I thought, the ghosts of his touch against my skin.
I feel like I’m forgetting something important.

I turned to thank Riker and say goodbye, but he was already gone.