Page 18 of Riot’s Revenge

He pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

“What?”

“That thing you did our first night,” he muttered finally.

I blinked once. “That narrows it down absolutely nowhere.”

“The overlook.”

Realization washed over me. Oh, that was interesting. I tried very hard to keep my expression neutral. “What thing?” I asked innocently.

Riot gave me a flat look immediately. “Nurse.”

I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling. “You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

For a second, he seemed like he was reconsidering this entire conversation. Then he dragged a hand over his mouth roughly before muttering, “When you touched me.”

My stomach flipped a little at the slight roughness in his voice. “You mean when I touched your back?” I asked, deliberately making it worse.

Riot stared at me for a long second. “You’re enjoyin’ this way too much.”

“Maybe a little.”

His eyes narrowed slightly before dropping away again. “That . . .” He exhaled through his nose. “Didn’t hate it.”

The admission was reluctant enough to make warmth spread through my chest. Not because of what he meant, but because Riot clearly hated needing to ask at all.

“You liked it.” I grinned, unable to keep the smile off my face.

Riot leaned back farther into the couch cushions. “Maybe.”

“You know,” I said quietly, “for someone who acts terrifying all the time, you get weirdly shy about certain things.”

“I ain’t shy.”

“Mmhmm.”

“You gonna keep mocking me,” he asked roughly, “or are you gonna do it again?”

I wasn’t going to miss my chance at touching him. “Lie back.” I pushed lightly at his chest.

He did as asked, and we switched places.

I settled on my knees and gently pushed his thighs apart. He looked nervous, tense almost.

“Knees up.” I grinned. I liked having the power.

I took the condom off, dipped my head and licked the bead of precum on the tip of his cock before sliding my lips over and sucking him. I tried to take him all in, but he was too big, so I wrapped a hand around him and worked him in tandem with my mouth.

Riot’s hands threaded through my hair, gripping it as he lifted his hips to meet my mouth.

I slipped a finger inside myself, hearing his moans, knowing I was doing that to him was turning me on. When I felt he was fully relaxed, I slipped a finger between his ass cheeks. At first, he froze, but I bobbed my head faster and he relaxed. I pushed at his tight hole, noting how his moans became more frequent, deeper, louder.

Emboldened by it, I pushed harder, just so the tip pressed into him.

“Fuck, Maria, fuck.” He bucked, causing my finger to go deeper. I bobbed my head and thrust my finger inside him at the same pace, and by the way he was moaning and bucking, I knew he loved it.

“Stop, Ria. Stop.” I stopped immediately, thinking something was wrong. Riot moved quicker than I’d ever seen him. One minute, I was on my knees facing him, and the next, I was face down with him behind me.