Among the Echoes(35)

Only one word will suffice.

"Fuck," I breathe, pushing her against the wall. She may have heard my curse, but she shows me absolutely no mercy with her mouth.

Her pace is wild and her intensity is confusing from the woman who blew me off less than an hour ago. Her hands slide under my shirt. God, her touch feels so good. I need more of it. I use my leg and hips to support her against the wall while I tear my shirt over my head. Her breath catches in her throat as her eyes grow wide. Even if I didn’t get paid to keep in shape, her reaction alone would have me adding hours a day in the gym.

"God, Adam," she gasps, sliding her hands up my chest and back down again.

I focus on her lips as her fingers explore over my body. She moans into my mouth when they reach my abs. We both need more room to play. I palm her round ass and pull her away from the wall.

"I thought you didn’t drink?" I ask as I turn and gently lay her down on the mats still covering my floor. I’m careful to never break our full-body connection.

"Liquid courage," she answers before resuming her wandering hands.

I flinch when she traces them down my sides. I can’t take it anymore. Her touch is overloading my senses. I can’t focus on anything but how f*cking good the tips of her fingers feel as she drags them over every inch of my chest and stomach.

"You’re killing me, Riley."

I reach down and grab her hands, pushing them over her head. Before I even have a chance to fully restrain them, she jerks them out of my grasp. I look down, expecting a playful smile, but her eyes are wide and flashing around the room. I lean back and give her a questioning eyebrow, but she doesn’t respond. She takes a deep breath and offers me a weak smile before tugging my head back down into another kiss. Her tongue rolls against mine as she seemingly shakes off whatever I just did wrong.

"The moment you pin me to that mat, I’ll probably lose it."

Fuck.

I try to apologize as I immediately roll to the side. "I forgot. I’m sorry."

"It’s okay. Don’t," she whispers, kissing me again.

It doesn’t take but a second before she begins to lick her way down my neck and over to my shoulders. She wraps her arms around my back, but she never resumes her wandering hands. I’m careful not make any more attempts to restrain her, even inadvertently, with my body. We make out for a few minutes while trying to regain the heat we just momentarily lost. Finally, she lifts her hips, and they grind against me, sending my straining cock into the ‘painfully hard’ category.

I shove my hands down, but just before they slide into her pants, she quickly pulls them back up to cup her breasts. How the f*ck did I miss her tits? I’m out of practice, but that’s no excuse. I lift her shirt and she lets out an encouraging gasp when my fingers brush across her bra-covered nipple.

"Can I take your shirt off?" I ask, pretending to be a gentleman. She’s lucky I’m not stripping her bare right now, but after she has stopped me twice now, I have a sneaking suspicion that ravaging Riley wouldn’t go over too well. This is going to have to be slow and tortuous, but I’m willing to do whatever it takes to keep her under me.

"Roll over," she whispers, moving to the side so we can change positions.

I lie down and she straddles my hips. Before this moment, I had control over how often she could press against my cock. Now, I’m helpless, and as she settles on top of me, there has never been a better or worse feeling in the world. Well, that is until she peels her shirt over her head, revealing two pale-white breasts that are unfortunately still covered by a bra. I quickly sit up, causing more friction between us. We both groan from the connection. I drop my head to her chest as I reach around her back to unclasp her bra.

As her bra falls away, I waste not a single second before pulling her pink nipple into my mouth. My tongue circles over her sensitive flesh. Kneading with one hand, I use the other to hold her against my mouth. She takes a deep breath, forcing her breast even farther into my mouth, and I greedily take every inch she is willing to give me. Her nails rake over my back and into my hair as she purposefully grinds against my cock. I hold her waist to still her movements. I can’t take even one more touch without being inside her.

"Just to be clear, how out of the question is sex tonight?" I ask before resuming my assault on her breasts.

She freezes above me and I mentally chastise myself for saying the words out loud. I’m a dumbass. I know she has issues, yet I still asked the question all the same.