Page 15 of Tethered

I release my death grip on the sheets and wrap my hands around his biceps instead as he starts fucking me like I’m Goldilocks.

Not too fast, not too slow. Just right.

I whimper as fire scorches through my blood, flames of my arousal climbing higher and higher until I feel like I’m going to explode. Somehow, he reads the tension in my body and starts fucking me harder—faster. That spiraling heat continues to climb as I slide my hands up to his shoulders and hold on for dear life.

“Riggs,” I choke out as I feel my body spasming. I dig my nails into his skin. I’ll leave marks I won’t be able to explain, but I can’t find it in me to care. Not right now when I’m drowning in ecstasy. With a roar, he comes, filling me to the brim, which triggers my orgasm. God, nothing has ever felt so exquisite.

He collapses beside me, yanking me tight to his body, entwining my legs with his so I’m well and truly trapped. I’m too wrapped up in a bubble of contentment to worry. As soon as I catch my breath, I’ll walk him to his room and clean myself up.

I need a few minutes to get my brain back online—a few minutes won’t hurt.

Chapter Five

Atickle against my skin is what rouses me from the most delicious dream.

I ignore it, guessing it’s a hair, until I feel it again trailing down my arm. I slap it away, my brain now convinced it must be a spider. As my eyes snap open at the thought of spider legs crawling over me, I realize it’s not legs but fingers.

I yank my head around so hard my neck cracks. And there he is in all his sleepy glory, leaning on one arm beside me as he trails those talented fingers across my skin.

“Riggs,” I choke, somewhat horrified when I realize I fell asleep. Fuck, he’s gonna be so mad at me. And he should be. I took advantage of him. He must hate me.

“You didn’t lock the door.”

“I didn’t lock the door,” I agree, my voice barely above a whisper.

He leans in closer. “I can taste you when I lick my lips, but I’d rather get my breakfast from the source.”

Before my brain can process his words, he has me up and over him. I grip the headboard as he yanks me by the hips to his face.

“I want you to ride my face and come all over my tongue.”

“I can’t. I didn’t get to clean up. You…came inside me and?—”

I yelp when his warm tongue slides from my clit to the bottom of my pussy before dipping inside me.

“All I taste is us. It’s my new favorite thing to eat.”

Any other protest I might make gets stuck on my tongue. Well, his tongue actually.

His hands guide my movements, which is just as well because I’m out of my element. Still, I’ve always been a fast learner, and if there is anything worth training for, it would be this. I move against him, rocking my hips as he sucks, flicks, and fucks me with his tongue until I’m a sobbing mess.

“Come for me, Opie.”

I throw my head back and cry out, his permission the trigger I needed to let go. The guilt and embarrassment of how we ended up here dissipate in that moment. Nothing else matters right now but this, but him.

When the high eventually fades, my embarrassment returns. I scramble off him, but before I get too far, I find myself on my back with him looming over me.

“You are getting far too good at that,” I grumble, not looking at him.

“Why are you trying to run from me?”

“I’m not running. I was going to clean up.”

His gaze moves over my face, trying to read if I’m being genuine. “Please don’t regret this.”

I sigh and reach up to cup his face. “There are many things in my life that I regret, but you’ll never be one of them.” My thumb moves over his eyepatch, and he freezes. I move my fingers to the edge of the patch to slide beneath it. Something crosses his face, but it’s gone before I can figure out what, and then he’s distracting me with that mouth of his.

If it weren’t for the house stirring, I could have stayed there forever. Reluctantly, I pull away. “Dawn and Hannah are here.”