The Games We Play Vol. 2 (Riley Grayson) (2 page)

As if sensing her need, Tristy climbed onto the bed, bringing the full length of her body over Ali’s. Ali lifted herself up enough to meet Tristy’s lips. At least her first threesome was with a woman who seemed to know what she was doing. That comforted Ali a bit. Tristy almost seemed like an old friend she could trust.

Tristy kissed Ali fully on the mouth, then slowly began a descent down Ali’s body, kissing and licking every inch of skin.

With Riley’s gaze on Ali’s he began to remove his clothes. Ali watched in awe. She hadn’t seen him completely naked before he’d taken off and now that she did see him that way, she was kind of glad for the distraction of Tristy.

Christ, Riley was sexy. All smooth flesh, chiseled muscles, defined abs. He was cut like a Greek God. His cock, hard and thick and straight, jutted out in front of him. Ali reached for it at the same time Tristy flicked her tongue over Ali’s clit. Ali’s ass jerked up off the bed. She tore her attention from Riley and gave it to Tristy. It was surreal to see a head full of long, blonde hair buried between her thighs. For a moment, Ali felt like she was outside of her body, floating above, looking down at the erotic scene. It was totally a dream.

“Oh my God!” Ali cried when Tristy’s tongue plunged into her. Ali fisted handfuls of the blankets and held on as she ground her pussy against Tristy’s face, who didn’t seem to mind one bit.

Riley kneeled on the bed, bringing his face within inches of Ali’s. “Feel good?”

“Yes,” she moaned, “so good.”

He smiled and lowered his mouth to hers. It was exactly what she needed, too. He kissed her deep and hard, so hard she swore her lips would be bruised from it. But she didn’t care. It was too damn good to care.

Ali ran her hands over his shoulders, down his arms, back up and across his chest, down his stomach and abs. She just couldn’t stop touching him. And each time she dragged her fingernails across his stomach, he’d suck in a breath, let out a sound that sounded an awful lot like a growl, and then deepen the kiss even more.

Riley pulled away abruptly and Ali whimpered in protest. But it was short lived because Tristy once again flicked her tongue across Ali’s clit, sucking it into her mouth. In that instant, Ali thought she was going to explode. It felt so fucking good. She reached down and grabbed fistfuls of Tristy’s hair, holding on and fucking her face, rotating and grinding her hips, completely caught up in the moment.

“Yes!” Ali screamed and then moaned long and loud.

Riley’s eyes darkened as he adjusted his body so he was straddling Ali’s chest, her hands pinned by her sides, his cock inches from her face. He grabbed the base of his cock, giving it a few firm strokes, then he ran the head along her lips. Ali’s tongue darted out, licking at his hard flesh. His eyes darkened even more and his head fell back to his shoulders.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pushing forward enough so her lips could close around his length. “Yeah, that’s it, Ali. Suck it.”

And she did. She was so engrossed in taking him into her mouth, circling her tongue around his cockhead, then drawing him deeper into her mouth, that she almost forgot Tristy was licking her pussy. Almost. “Mmm,” she hummed in response to both Riley and Tristy.

A moment later, Tristy stopped tongue fucking Ali and got to her knees behind Riley. Tristy ran her hands over his back, shoulders, pecs. A sharp pang of jealousy punched at Ali’s gut. She didn’t want to watch another woman touch Riley. But this was his crazy idea on how to bring in the New Year, so clearly that’s what he wanted and Ali didn’t have the guts to be the one to walk away.

Her body loved everything that was happening but her mind was conflicted. She wondered how, only in a matter of hours, she’d gone from a girl who had only been with one man, to this. Regardless, she was here and Ali was the one with his cock in her mouth. Not Tristy. If they had to fight over who had the most of him, it was going to be her.

Wiggling and yanking, Ali freed her arms from her sides. She firmly coursed them up Riley’s thighs. She took his dick into one hand, stroking it as she sucked, and cupped his balls with her other hand.

A monstrous growl came from deep within Riley’s chest. Ali smiled around him as she looked up. His gaze was hot, intense, and focused solely on her despite Tristy’s repeated, failed attempts to get him to kiss her. If Ali wasn’t mistaken, it looked liked Riley didn’t want anything to do with Tristy, like he was annoyed at her mere presence. Of course, that didn’t make much sense. Why would he have brought Tristy here if he didn’t want her? Then again, Ali was drunk, so chances were she was totally misinterpreting things.

“Get up,” he snarled, pulling his cock from Ali’s mouth.

She loved how he took control. A man who knew exactly what he wanted and how to take it, the complete opposite of Pat. That was what Ali had been wanting all those years with him. And here it was in this sexy artist boy, Riley Grayson, demanding good sex. It was so fucking hot.

Ali sat up and waited a beat to see what would happen next. Having never done this before, she didn’t know what to do. Would she be expected to lick Tristy’s clit now? Ali wasn’t sure she wanted to do that.
This night has completely spiraled out of control.

Riley reached into the bedside table and grabbed a condom.
Thank God.
Tearing it open, he quickly put it on. Then he grabbed Tristy. Ali’s heart plummeted. He was going to fuck Tristy? Right in front of her? How could he do that? Ali wondered why he was doing everything he could to avoid having sex with her. The brief amount of time he had his dick in her, when they’d first gotten here, had he not enjoyed it?

Tristy got on all fours in front of Riley, her round, white ass sticking out for him. Ali watched, helplessly and horrified, as Riley grabbed Tristy’s hips and shoved his dick so far and so hard into her, Tristy screamed out in what sounded an awful lot like pain. Even Riley cried out, but his sounded like pure pleasure.

Tears stung her eyes. Ali did not want to sit there and watch Riley fuck some other girl. This wasn’t what she’d come here for. This wasn’t how she got off. And for a brief moment she wished she wasn’t here with Riley, but with Pat. Now, that would be a normal night of passion. But would completely defeat the purpose of her wild night to forget him.

Suddenly Riley reached for her, pulling her mouth to his and making all of her thoughts disappear. She got lost in his kiss while he continued to thrust in and out of Tristy, who was alternating between screams and moans. It was so odd, the whole thing; the way Riley could push in and out of Tristy while kissing Ali. It was like his body was on auto pilot or something.

“C’mere.” His voice was raspy as he instructed Ali to come closer.

She was now kneeling right beside him. He continued to fuck Tristy and kiss Ali. Then he did something she really didn’t expect. He slid a couple of fingers into Ali. She inhaled sharply, clutching his arm, but she didn’t stop him. The way he stroked her delicate inner walls, the way his fingers curled inside of her, was heavenly and she was back to where she wanted to be.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

“I’m gonna come!” Tristy wailed.

“Me too,” Ali whispered so only Riley could hear her.

Riley grinned, his mouth still so close to hers. “You’d better not be done,” he said, nipping at her lip, “because you’re next.”

Ali’s head was spinning. She had no idea what he meant, but she was so close to orgasm she didn’t care. And even if she did, she didn’t think she’d be able to comprehend what he’d said. She was next? For what?

Seconds later, Tristy screamed again, mumbling something about being so good and coming. Ali didn’t know. She was too consumed with her own orgasm, which crashed over her an instant later. She dug her fingernails into Riley’s arm, holding it still while she writhed on his hand, needing to feel this release, needing him to stay put and not take this from her.

He kissed her tenderly, shocking her and snapping her back to her senses. Tender was not an emotion she expected to feel right then, but it worked and she wasn’t about to turn it away. Slowly, with his gaze trained on her, he removed his hand, easing it out just as she eased down from her orgasm. Ali’s breath caught and a shudder trembled her body.

“Mmm,” Tristy laughed, “that was amazing, Riley.” She climbed off the bed and stumbled across the room. A moment later, the smell of booze filled the room.

Riley got off the bed, too. He pulled off the condom, dropped it in the trash can and grabbed a new one. Ali watched as he rolled it on. Then he grinned at her, crooking his finger and beckoning her to ‘come here.’ Her heart raced. She was scared but too excited not to obey.

Ali moved toward the edge of the bed when Tristy shook her head. “Uh-uh. I still want to play.” She placed the bottle of liquor on the shelf and climbed back on the bed.

Ignoring her, Ali looked at Riley. She was all his now. “How do you want me?” She tried to make her voice seductive but it came out raspy and dry thanks to her nerves. She sounded more like a drowning frog.

“On your back,” Riley said.

Smiling, Ali moved to lay on her back. Tristy was lying on her side, back against the wall, head propped in her hand. Riley brought his body over Ali’s, his eyes narrowed and hungry, his weight secured in his arms, and he dipped his head, pressing his mouth to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and welcomed him, loving how he could ratchet her desire with a simple twist of his tongue. He made a half moaning half groaning sound as he lowered himself down on her.
He didn’t do this with Tristy. He saved it all for me.
She realized then that he hadn’t once kissed Tristy. In fact, he’d done just about everything he could to avoid kissing her.
But not me. I’m the lucky one.

A second later, Riley reached down and lifted Ali’s leg under her knee. Then he entered her. She cried out around his kiss, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. She’d forgotten how big he was, how it had felt like he was trying to rip her in half earlier when he’d briefly been inside of her, pinned to the front door.
This is what I need. This is the perfect solution to my problem –forgetting Pat.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered.

Beside them, Tristy snorted. They both froze and turned to look at her. She was passed out cold. Ali couldn’t help but laugh. Even Riley chuckled, which kind of surprised her. Personally, Ali was glad Tristy was out of the game. Ali was tired of having her involved. She didn’t want her there in the first place and was still confused to as why Riley even brought her here to begin with.
I just need to convince him I’m all he needs.
Of course, she wouldn’t say that to Riley.

“Should we go somewhere else?” Ali asked.

Riley gave her a gorgeous smile. “No.” He drew her bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it. Then he began to move inside of her. Slow at first, easing in and out, then a bit faster, growing in intensity. “God damn, you’re so tight, Ali.”

Should she tell him it was because she’d only ever been with one man? Probably not the best time to mention it. Oh, hell. No one ever needed to know.
I know what I’m doing. It’s just sex.

Instead, she wrapped her legs around him, riding his movements, lifting her hips and ass off the bed to meet each of his thrusts. Once her body adjusted to his size, Ali really began to enjoy it. The idea swirled around in her mind:
I’m having sex with someone other than Pat. And it’s so good. Riley’s so good. Hilary was right. This is exactly what I needed to move forward. Amazing sex! I want more than just this night with him.

That last thought made Ali pause for the briefest second. This was rebound sex. Nothing else. Riley shoved into her. Hard. “Oh God,” she moaned and writhed beneath him.

“Feels so good,” he groaned, bringing his weight back into his arms, dropping his forehead to hers and closing his eyes.

He slowed his pace again into something that was perfectly controlled, diabolical, amazing. Each time he thrusted into her, it felt like his shaft was sliding up her lips, pressing deliciously on her clit. It was like Riley knew that, too, because he kept at it, his forward movements becoming harder.

“Riley,” she whimpered, her orgasm clouding her vision, “I’m gonna come.”

His eyes snapped open, darker than a moonless midnight sky. “You are so fucking sexy when you come.”

She had no idea what that meant as she was pretty sure her face was contorted and her eyes were squeezed shut tightly. But whatever. So long as he didn’t stop. And he didn’t. In fact, he fucked her harder, faster. His breathing became just as heavy as hers. His moans and grunts of satisfaction echoed around the room, mingling with hers.

Seconds later, the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced crashed down around her in a tidal wave. Her scream was so loud it even hurt her own ears. She expected it to wake Tristy, but thankfully it didn’t. Riley’s cock swelled inside of her, making the peak of her orgasm sharp and piercing. She swore she was going to pass out from the sheer force of it. How could anyone survive something so raw, so intense?
Oh. My. Gawd. That. Was. Incredible.

Riley let out a throaty howl of pleasure right before collapsing on top of her. She was stunned, had no idea what to say or do now. So she began to stroke his sweat dampened hair, her fingers brushing the nape of his neck. He trembled. She smiled.