Never Standing Still (The Never Duet #1)(60)
I took a longer shower than usual, relishing the idea that if Marcus needed anything Riot would be there to help. So I let the hot water work out the kinks I’d gotten in my shoulders from traveling and from being on high alert all day with Marcus in a different city, outside of my comfort zone. When the water started to cool, I reluctantly turned the knob and stepped out of the shower. I’d really steamed up the small bathroom and there was no use trying to dry in there. I wrapped a towel around my body and stepped into the hallway, sneaking toward the living room. As I suspected, Marcus was asleep on the couch, sprawled out across the full-sized pull-out bed.
I turned back toward the bedroom, walking softly to not disturb my brother. When I cracked the bedroom door open, I noticed a soft light flickering from inside. The door opened further and I saw small candles placed all over the room, all lit, creating the soft light, and Riot standing at the foot of his bed wearing only jeans.
My heart sped up as my eyes drifted around the room, taking it all in, including Riot’s bare feet. There was absolutely nothing sexier than a man in just jeans with bare feet. Something about it made me feel comfortable. Riot, not surprisingly, also looked sexy in candlelight.
“Come here,” he said with an adorable nod. So I walked to him, still grasping the towel around me. When I was standing directly in front of him, he reached up and took my hand off the towel and then pulled it open slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. “You’re all wet,” he whispered, making my skin erupt in goose bumps.
“I took a shower,” I stupidly replied. Luckily, he laughed.
“Turn around,” he said through his soft laughter. So I did.
He took the towel and ran it over my long hair, squeezing the excess water out. Then he continued down my back, slowly making small circles with the towel, making sure to wick up every drop of water. When he kneeled to move the towel lower, I gasped as he left a trail of soft kisses starting at the top of my thigh and moving toward my calf. Then he moved to the other leg and kissed his way back up. The towel moved over my ass and he gave me a less than gentle squeeze, causing me to moan.
“Turn back around,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. So I did. My gaze fell to him, kneeling in front of me, his eyes dark and filled with lust. He dropped the towel and I tried to rein in the pounding of my heart when he hooked one hand behind my knee and brought it over his shoulder, his other hand grasping my ass and pulling me toward him.
I had to grab the footboard of the bed to keep my balance, but my eyes were frozen on Riot and his mouth as it descended upon me. In all our time together, this was the first time he’d used his mouth on me, and it was glorious. His tongue swept through me, warm and rough, kissing me. His hands pulled me closer to him, and his voice rumbled through me as he gave an appreciative moan.
As his tongue moved over me, my body instinctually tensed, all the muscles tightening, preparing for the onslaught of sensation coming my way. With one hand still on my ass, he moved his other hand to slide two fingers inside me, gently stroking me from the inside as his tongue caressed my clit, taking leisurely strokes over it.
I moved one of my hands from the footboard to his hair, both to stay upright, but also to keep his mouth close to me.
“Riot, oh,” I moaned, eyes closed, teeth clamping down on my bottom lip. He replied with a hum right against my clit, sending shockwaves through me.
The combination of his fingers and his mouth sent me over the edge and I cried out as my climax crashed through me. Before I could regain my composure, he’d stood and lifted me onto the bed, splaying kisses up my stomach, stopping to pull my nipple into his mouth.
“You taste amazing, Kal. Every part of you,” he said, then sucked the hard point of my breast into his mouth again. I arched into him, offering up every last part of me, wanting him to take it all, knowing he’d give me himself in return. I felt his breath on my lips and opened my eyes to see him, my hand automatically coming to the side of his face.
“I missed you,” he whispered just before taking my mouth with his, kissing me deep, letting me taste myself on him. I reached between us and unfastened his jeans, then took great pleasure in sliding my hands down over his ass to push them off, using my hands and feet to rid him of them entirely.
Once he was naked he settled between my legs. I sighed my contentment into his mouth, humming with pleasure at how wonderful it was to feel him between my legs, to feel his warmth pressed up against mine.
“Oh, God, Ri…,” I whispered as his mouth moved to my neck, his stubble scraping the skin there, heightening my already soaring nerves, making every single touch that much more intense. “I need you, please,” I whimpered.
“Fuck, yes. You’ve got me,” he said harshly, pulling away and reaching for the drawer of his nightstand and pulling out a condom. He wasted no time opening it and pulling it down his length, his movements urgent and speedy.
He leaned all the way back so he was sitting in the middle of the bed and motioned to me with his finger. “Come here, baby,” he said, his voice low and a serious look on his face. I sat up and made my way to him on my knees, never taking my eyes off him.
He guided my knees to either side of his thighs so I was straddling him, then pulled gently down on my hips with one hand, while the other guided him into me. I sank down on him and watched as his mouth fell open in awe. By the time I was fully seated on him, we were nearly face-to-face and his eyes found mine.