Page 133 of Hometown Halftime

I head for the fridge and bend slowly at the waist while pretending to search behind the milk and leftovers for the whipped cream. Riley crowds against me, his hips pressing his erection firmly into my ass while a rough breath leaves his chest. I have to fight the sound wanting to escape my lips.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

I find what I’m looking for behind the milk and stand, turning to face him. I hold the can between us and look in his eyes as I pop the top off.

“We’re going to play a little game.”

His eyes go wide. “Oh yeah?”

I push him back until I have enough room to climb onto the counter, and the look Riley gives me afterward sends heat curling low through my stomach. Because every time Riley looks at me like that, I feel dangerously close to making terrible decisions.

His hands settle on either side of my thighs while he stands between my knees, eyes dark and fixed entirely on me.

“Kinsey,” he says slowly, already sounding slightly wrecked. “What exactly are you planning here?”

Giving him my most innocent smile, I say, “Just a little dessert. Want to have a little fun?”

His head falls back. “Holy shit.”

Laughing softly, I tilt the can and spray a small line of whipped cream along the top of my collarbone. Riley stares at it, then at me, then back at the whipped cream.

“Lick it clean, Rookie.”

The rough sound that leaves his chest makes me grin wider. His hands grip my thighs before he comes closer, eyes never leaving mine while he lowers his mouth toward my skin.

And suddenly I’m the one forgetting how to breathe.

Because Riley might be new to some things, but the second this man touches me with intention, I’m gone.

His tongue drags slowly across my collarbone, taking the whipped cream with it while a low hum rumbles from his chest. My clit throbs, intense enough that I suck in a breath. Riley glances up at me afterward, his throat working to swallow, looking entirely too pleased with himself now.

“Teach me where else you like to be licked, Kitten.”

I arch my back, pressing my breasts forward and spray a dollop on my right breast. Riley’s hands slide higher on my thighs as his tongue juts out to wrap around my nipple, sucking it clean. My eyes close and my head floats back to rest against the cabinet. But he doesn’t stop there, moving to my other breast to lavish it with attention, sucking and licking until I’m completely breathless.

“More,” he says against my skin, voice laced with lust.

I curl my back and with one hand I pull my thong to the side and with the other. I spray a mound of whipped cream directly on my clit. Riley’s jaw twitches as he strips out of his clothes, throwing them across the kitchen before sinking to his knees in front of me.

I can’t take my eyes off him as he looks up at me and with a long, languid curl of his tongue, he licks the sweetened cream from my center.

“Fucking hell,” I say, barely able to breathe.

The can slips from my hand and clatters onto the counter while Riley keeps his mouth on me. Bending one leg, I plant my foot on his shoulder to give him better access, and fuck, he takes advantage of it. His tongue swirls around my clit as I feel his finger slide inside me.

“You’re so wet, and so fucking sweet, Kinsey,” he says, watching his finger moving in and out of my pussy. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

“Fuck me with your fingers, Riley,” I plead.

He adds another digit, and when he hooks them, hitting that spot inside, my head falls back. He lowers his mouth and damn it, I’m so close already. Every muscle in my body is tensing; I can’t catch my breath.

“Fuck, you’re dripping down my fingers, Kinsey.”

I grab a fistful of his hair and rock against his mouth as his fingers move inside me. I chase his tongue as I feel the energy rising, pleasure surging through my veins. I gasp for air as my orgasm barrels through me.

“That’s it, come for me,” he says, fingers moving with purpose.

“Fuck yes!” I call out as he lowers his mouth back to my clit, making the orgasm stretch until I’m convulsing.