Page 15 of Riot’s Revenge

Maria stared at me flatly. “You are absolutely not about to become one of those men.”

A grin dragged across my mouth before I could stop it. “Relax, Nurse. It’ll do.” The grin disappeared the second I rolled the condom on and looked back down at her.

Maria was lying beneath me on her hoodie in the middle of an empty overlook outside the city, cheeks flushed from the cold and lips swollen from kissing me.

“You still good?” I asked quietly.

She nodded once, fingers curling into the front of my shirt before pulling me back down to her. That answered that.

I kissed her hard enough to steal the breath from both of us while my hand slid up beneath her top again. Maria arched against me the second my fingers brushed over her breast, and the small sound that left her mouth nearly wrecked what little control I still had left.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered against her throat.

Maria laughed softly, breathless and shaky. “You’re not exactly calm either.”

Cold air moved around us while the ground pressed hard beneath my knees, but none of it mattered once I finally pushed two fingers inside her.

Maria’s eyes shut immediately, one sharp breath leaving her mouth while her fingers tightened hard enough against my shoulders to sting through the fabric. “Riot. . .”

The sound of my name in her voice nearly finished me right there. I buried my face against her neck and forced myself to move slowly even though every instinct in my body wanted the exact opposite.

Maria kissed me again halfway through a laugh when my forehead accidentally bumped hers.

Maria’s fingers slid into my hair when I kissed her again, and the sound she made that time finally snapped whatever control I had left. I pulled back just enough to look at her, breathing hard, pupils blown. “You gotta tell me to stop now, I can’t hold back,” I said roughly, already knowing she wouldn’t.

Maria looked up at me for one long second before pulling me right back down to her. “Finish what you started, mister XL.”

I moved back, yanking off my kutte and settling back in between her legs. I pushed into her in one movement. Her hands slipped up the back of my T-shirt, cold against my burning skin.

Lifting her thigh around my waist, I pounded into her, harder and faster when she dragged her nails down my back, painful, but driving my lust higher.

“Riot . . .” She moaned, lifting her head to suck at my neck.

“Maria, you drive me insane.” I was getting close and that would not do. I wanted her to come around my cock, to hear what she sounded like when she climaxed. I rolled my hips, making sure to catch her clit on each roll, and was pleased when she cursed and threw her head back.

“Riot, I’m nearly—” She cut off on a cry, calling out my name as her whole body locked under me. Her nails dug painfully into my shoulders as her pussy clamped down around me.

“That’s it, give me all you’ve got.” I continued moving my hips in circles until she was quivering underneath me, then I pumped into her. She lifted her hips, allowing me to go deeper as I chased my own orgasm.

Maria slipped her hands inside my jeans and ran her fingers over my ass before running one finger down my crack, pushing slightly against my tight hole. It should’ve felt strange, but fuck, it was the thing that tipped me over the edge. Her pussy fluttered around me again, and my hips jerked as I leaned down and captured her mouth with mine.

“Maria.” Her name slipped out of me just as my cock began spurting hot jets of cum into the condom. I rested my forehead against hers, and for a few seconds, neither of us moved. The cold night air wrapped around us while my heartbeat slowly settled. I saw black material poking out from under her and realized at some point I’d shoved my kutte beneath her against the dirt and rocks. I didn’t even remember doing it. One of my hands still rested against her waist while we both caught our breath.

The city lights shone below the overlook while distant traffic hummed somewhere far beneath us. Maria’s hair spilled across my arm as she stared up at the sky, underneath me. It was messy. She looked flushed, and her mouth was swollen from kissing me.

Fuck.

That should not have felt as satisfying as it did.

“Well,” she managed eventually.

My mouth twitched faintly. “You always this awkward after bad decisions?”

A breathless laugh slipped out of her before she could stop it. “Usually worse.”

My fingers stroked absentmindedly across her hip.

Maria shifted slightly before muttering, “You’re heavy.”