Page 35 of Saint’s Revenge

Chapter 8 - Riley

"Come here, please!"

Lucas moves up my body, muscles shifting under skin still damp with exertion. When his face is level with mine, I grab the hand that was just inside me and pull it to my mouth. I wrap my lips around his fingers and suck, tasting myself on his skin. His breath catches, eyes going wide before the pupils blow out completely.

"Fuck," he whispers.

I release his fingers with a wet pop and pull him into a kiss before he can say anything else. My tongue slides against his, tasting myself mixed with him. It's dirty, raw and I never want it to end.

This is real. He's real. The weight of him pressing me into the mattress, the taste of him in my mouth, the hardness trapped between us, all of it real after five years of nothing but memory and longing.

I've loved him since we were kids stealing moments in the dark. Since before I had words for what this feeling meant. Since forever.

And I'm done waiting.

My hands slide down his sides, over the lean muscle of his torso, down to where his briefs sit low on his hips. I can see the outline of his erection straining against black fabric, thick and hard. I palm him through the material. He breaks the kiss with a groan, hips jerking forward into my hand.

"Riley…" His voice is strained. Warning or plea, I can't tell.

"I want this," I tell him. Mean every word. "I want you. All of you."

I hook my fingers into the waistband and pull down. He lifts his hips without hesitation, and then the briefs are gone and his cock springs free.

Jesus Christ.

He's bigger than I expected. Not small by any measure, thick enough that my hand barely wraps around him, long enough that I wonder briefly if it'll fit.

I wrap my hand around the base and stroke up slowly, feeling the heat and weight of him. Watching the way his stomach muscles clench, the way his jaw goes tight, the way his breathing gets shallow.

Part of me wants to taste him. Wants to take him in my mouth, see how deep I can go before I gag on it. But my jaw is still tender from where Daniel's fist connected, and more importantly, I'm so wet and desperate that I need him inside me now.

"Lucas," I say, stroking him again. "I need you to fuck me."

His eyes snap to mine. "What?"

"You heard me." I squeeze him slightly, watch his hips jerk. "I'm so wet for you… I'm dripping. I need your cock inside me right fucking now or I'm going to lose my mind."

He groans like I'm killing him. "Your ribs…"

"I don't give a shit about my ribs." I stroke him faster now, twisting my wrist the way I hope drives him crazy. "I care about you fucking me until I can't remember my own name. Please, Lucas. I've waited five years for this."

"Okay," he breathes. "Okay, baby. I've got you."

He shifts between my thighs. I spread wider, opening myself completely. He wraps his hand around his cock, stroking himself once before guiding the head to my entrance.

And then he just holds there. Pressing against me but not pushing in. The head barely breaching my entrance, thick, hot and right there but not enough.

"Lucas," I dig my nails into his shoulder. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Memorizing this." His voice is rough. Raw. "I've jerked off thinking about this moment more times than I can count. Imagined what you'd look like spread open for me. How you'd feel. How you'd sound."

I clench around nothing, desperate. "Then stop imagining and fuck me already."

He pushes forward slightly. Just the head slipping inside, stretching me open.

"Fuck," I gasp.

"You okay?"