Hat Trick (D.C. Stars, #4)

by Chelsea Curto

“You can have me however you want,” I whisper back to her. Take my whole fucking heart while you’re at it.

Riley Are you doing anything tonight? Me Hoping you’ll come over and rail me. Riley You’re so charming. Me That’s why you keep coming back for more. Riley I guess it is.

Me How are you feeling tonight? Riley Like I want to rail you. Me Ew. Yeah. I see what you mean. Let’s never use that again. Riley Thank god.

“You’re blushing. You never blush. What’s going through your head, sweetheart?” That word. The affection makes me turn another shade of pink, and I bite my bottom lip. “I like when you say things like that. Men think chanting good girl over and over gets the job done, but I-I like to hear different varieties. I know I’m good. I want to know how I’m good.”

“I’m going to grab some water.” I pat his chest and gesture to the kitchen. “Do you want anything?” “Just to be inside you. Hurry up, please.”

I push my breasts together and he whimpers, agony in his eyes when I shake my head. “What? I can’t touch you?” “Have you been good, Riley? Do you think you deserve to touch me?” “I’ve been very good,” he rasps. “But I can be better. How can I be better?” I remember the conversation we had in his bedroom when I found his ropes. He mentioned he liked being told what to do from time to time, and I wonder how far he’d go to get what he wants. “Crawl,” I say, and he gets on the floor without a second thought.

When he’s right in front of me, he stays there, looking up and waiting for my next ask. I smile, smug and bold, and lift his chin with the curve of my finger. “That’s a very good boy, Riley.” He blushes a furious shade of red. He opens his mouth to try to stammer out a response, but nothing comes except another whimper, louder, more desperate, and it’s fuel to the fire. “You’re going to watch,” I tell him. “When I’m close, I want you to eat me out. Can you do that?” “It would be an honor.”

With every curl of my fingers and every touch to my clit, his whines get more frequent, and I might need to put him out of his misery early. “You’re so sweet. So perfect. God. Look at you,” he says. “I love that you can take care of yourself. I love that you want to use me just so you can come. You have to know I’m willing, Lexi. You can have whatever you want from me.”

“Riley. That’s so⁠—” “Am I the best you’ve ever had?” His tongue flicks against my clit and he pushes four thick fingers in me. “Tell me, Lexi.” “Yes,” I almost shout, and I can tell he’s smiling. “Of course you are.” “I’m so glad. Say my name again, please. It might get me off again.”