just_fck_me | 11.2. Unexpected turn-ons
11.2. What's one thing that turned you on that you never expected to?
Co-written with imnodoctor
The bachelor party was over, meaning the next step was the wedding. It had mostly been a success, even if 'mostly' was stretching it. First, there had been the Pat and Cameron explosion that no one but Pat knew about. He wouldn't even tell Aiden, though Aiden obviously knew something bad had happened if Cameron hadn't even come to the party and Pat looked like he had been crying when he returned. Lachlan picked up on something off, too, but Pat wasn't going to talk about it and proceeded to just get extremely drunk and ended up dancing half naked on the bar to 'Dancing Queen'.
Then there was Luke, who was acting strangely from the get go. He, too, got royally pissed but instead of dancing on the bar, spent a good portion of the night receiving lap dances from the female strippers. Andrew, his ever-loyal Best Man, spent the night trying to convince Luke to go easy on the hard booze, and in turn spent the night being mostly ignored. Dancing for him was out because he had a broken leg and the last thing he wanted was any floozy (let alone four at once) waving her arse in his face when he had a hot FBI Agent waiting at home for him ready to wave anything he wanted in his face.
Riley challenged Lachlan to a Karaoke sing off, which meant that Riley would throw any song at Lachlan and he had to sing it, no matter what. Lachlan hadn't missed a single one and Riley did distinctly remember the Scot's rendition of the Alien Ant Farm version of 'Smooth Criminal' at one point, perhaps with a chaser of Kylie Minogue's 'I Should Be So Lucky'. Said Scot also lived well up to his Best Man duties because Riley woke that morning lying under a table at the bar dressed like Braveheart, face half painted with blue paint, in a kilt, with his nether regions and one leg shaved. Thankfully he still had both his eyebrows. Luke was unconscious on the other side of the bar dressed like Crocodile Dundee, but also in a kilt with a moustache and uno-brow drawn on his face with Magic Marker. It should've been funny, but Riley had been far too hungover to actually laugh without vomiting at that point.
Aiden had been the designated driver and drove Riley, Luke and Pat back to Princeton. It hadn't been a pretty trip, to say the least. Luke was still unconscious and they just dragged him into the car to at least get him home. Hopefully Tab wouldn't be too pissed off. Tara was the second DD, and she arrived in the morning to pick up Lachlan, Andrew, and Josh. Having the luxury of not being drunk, she proceeded to laugh her arse off at the bachelor party aftermath.
Riley now just watched groggily as Aiden dragged Luke inside and dumped him on the sofa. Luke was still out of it and oblivious. The bar had been left in the capable hands of his New York manager, even if Luke might be pissed with that outcome when he finally woke. He swayed a little, still feeling the mix of booze and hangover running through him, but he giggle-snorted at Luke's face and nearly threw up from the effort of it. He slapped a hand over his mouth and held himself up on the door jamb, fighting not to slide down it and pass out. The blue face paint left a smear on the clean wall and he grunted at Aiden when he said his goodbyes and went take Pat home. Riley just stayed still, trying to focus on Luke's prone form on the sofa. This was only when he realised that he must've lost his glasses somewhere along the way because Luke looked more like a large hazy blob than anything else. "Hnh, fuck..."
Evie had come out of her room at the sounds of Aiden dragging in the grooms. She wasn't sure if she'd be walking in on two bodies, or not. She was relieved to see Riley was at least grunting and standing, and slipped her arm around him, giving him a small smile. "Bed or bathroom, sexy?"
Riley squinted, trying to see Evie, but as she got closer, he actually managed to focus on her. "I have no pubic hair. My dick is bald. So are my nuts," he told her and then, as if drawing the attention to it suddenly made it unbearably itchy, started to scratch furiously under his lopsided sporran. "Why do chicks choose to shave there? It's horrible."
"I don't get Brazillians, sweetheart. Apparently you do... Does it make it look bigger?" Evie asked curiously as she reached down to touch the edge of his kilt like she wanted to lift it up. "My poor, poor almost husband. Should I kiss it all better?"
"I don't know! I don't even know where it went!" Riley saved her the job and promptly lifted his kilt, leaning forward to try and survey the damage. But he lost his balance and only managed to stop folding to the floor by grabbing at Evie's waist and nearly dragging her down with him. "I have my eyebrows, right? One leg is bald too and Aiden told me I have extremely interesting things written on my butt in permanent marker."
Evie started to laugh softly as she wrapped her arms around him again and tried to lift him up while not stumbling over. "Really? Well... looks like it's going to be very interesting getting you undressed. Should we take a shower, or have a bath? Get you refreshed. I don't mind paying lots of attention to your ass."
Riley gave an overemphasising nod because his brain was making him think very little was actually working. "Yes," he said unhelpfully. "I think it was Lachlan," he decided, hushing his voice furtively. "And whatever he says about the strippers, I didn't do it," he told her, figuring he should probably get in before his Best Man could get to his fiancee. There was a high chance Lachlan purposefully stayed sober the night before just to carry out his devious plans.
"Strippers, hm? Well, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. And I know better than to take everything Lachlan says as truth." Evie guided Riley towards the bathroom slowly, and hoped that he would make up his mind when they were there. Although at this stage she was thinking a bath was better. It wouldn't require standing up. "What about Luke? Did he do it?"
"Luke..." Riley had to frown, trying to recall an answer to the question. "I think... maybe yes... only, I don't know what it is. And I know that there was nurse stripper somewhere. No, that was Pat... I think." He rubbed his forehead. "I think I'm a bit drunk still. I remember Lachlan daring me to kiss Josh!" he said, as if that was something to be proud of. "I don't know what happened to my jocks."
"I think they went as soon as the kilt came on. And you kissed Josh? I bet he really enjoyed that," Evie laughed as she got him to lean against the bathroom wall while she started the bath. She came back over to him and started to undress him. "You're actually pretty hot when your still drunk and squinting."
Riley was scratching at his groin again, his nose scrunched up in concentration. "I think my glasses are with my jocks. Only, I thought I had my contacts last night." He brushed his palm over his head to make sure his head hadn't been shaved and then sighed in relief. "I asked about my eyebrows, right? They're both there? Nothing's pierced, is it?" That's when he touched his ears to make sure they were in tact too. Not that Lachlan Campbell would settle for piercing ears if he had intentions to get Riley pierced anywhere. Which is why it shouldn't have come as a shock when he looked down and realised he now had one nipple pierced. "O-Oh- fuck!" he shrieked.
Evie took Riley's face between her hands and kissed him to stop his shrieking. The nipple piercing was a shock, but... it was also hot. Really, really hot. "You have both eyebrows, sexy. And a very interesting piercing that I think has me thinking about our wedding night. Please tell me we get to break the dry spell for that..."
"Dry spell can technically be over. I already did the cup thing. The only thing is, we won't know if it worked til after the wedding and oh my fucking god, the fucker pierced my nipple," Riley cried, throwing his hand up and waving it about. "I feel lopsided! Do I look lopsided? I don't even know if it hurts!"
"You don't look lopsided," Evie laughed. "And thank fuck for that dry spell..." She dipped her head as she inspected the piercing again, checking to see if it was infected before she circled her tongue around his nipple. "Does that hurt?"
Riley dropped his head back against the wall with a small hiss. "No!" he squeaked. "Do that again."
Evie looked up at his face as she repeated the action, and curled her tongue around the piercing and gave it a little tug. "And that?"
Riley pressed his lips together and squeezed his eyes shut. "Mm-mm," he said with a shake of his head. This had to be a hungover fantasy or something. He wasn't supposed to be this horny, or that hard. He was still drunk and Lachlan had zapped some horny Evie images into his brain to tease him and he would wake up in a minute with no eyebrows and chained to a pole, naked in a street. If he just kept his eyes closed, it would stay a fantasy, right?
Evie pressed her mouth against Riley's shoulder and bit into it gently as her hand slid lower and her fingernails skated over his erection teasingly. "Tell me what you want, Riley. Would you like me to touch you? Go down on my knees for you?"
Hell, yeah. That's exactly what most of his fantasies were like. He had to reach behind his head to grip the edge of the door to remain upright. "Yeah, that..." he breathed out. No way was having a pierced nipple supposed to feel this fucking hot. Which is why it was a fantasy. Not that he was complaining in the slightest. This was one of those times he got worried he would lose control, but he didn't actually wear protection in his fantasies. It would be cool. No wait. Was it really a fantasy? He opened his eyes just a little and looked down hungrily at her. Who cared if it was a fantasy or not? He was painfully hard and whatever she wanted to do was perfectly fine with him!
Evie moved to the side, her hand still on him as she reached across to get into the medicine cabinet where they kept the condoms. The bath was still running, and as much as Evie regretted it, she had to abandon Riley for just a moment so she could turn the water off. She wasn't planning on rushing this. She'd lick Riley clean if she had to. Screw the bath. She had the foil packet open as she moved back to him, and distracted him from her rolling the condom on by closing her mouth over his pierced nipple again. She'd always thought Riley was gorgeous, but the piercing just somehow managed to make him even sexier in her eyes. Or maybe it was the fact they were getting closer to getting married. Evie kept her eyes on his face as she sank down on her knees and braced her hands on his hips and she wet her lips before drawing his cock into her mouth. She was used to the condoms now, and she didn't mind one bit. Evie still loved giving him a blowjob.
"Oh- god-" Riley bit out and accidentally banged his head back against the wall. Which kind of hurt a little. Fantasies weren't supposed to hurt, were they? Nor did they tend to give a shit about where the condoms were in the bathroom. By now, he was beyond caring, though. He gripped the wall and threaded the fingers of his other hand through Evie's blonde hair, encouraging her actions wholeheartedly. His hips rocked forward reflexively and he groaned hoarsely as the arousal bolted through every inch of him. "God, yes..." he hissed, images of her mouth wrapped around his cock and his nipple ring sweeping through his mind and almost causing him to come on demand. Almost. A sweat broke out over his skin and if he wasn't clutching the wall, he probably would have melted into a pool of horny mush at her feet by now.
Evie worked her mouth and tongue around him, moaning low in the back of her throat as she watched him become more and more aroused. That was the thing with Riley. His arousal had always driven hers. She was barely thinking about herself as she drew him closer and closer to the edge. Her hand slid up the inside of his thigh, and she scraped her nails over the flesh before she cupped his balls and massaged them as she relaxed her throat and took him a little deeper.
Riley was really still too intoxicated to actually contemplate his stamina at that point. With teetering on the edge of total hangover, too, there was no way he was going to be able to hold off with Evie's lips wrapped around his cock, her hands on his balls, and still the notion of the nipple ring thrumming through his mind. Why the fuck was that turning him on so much?! Never in his life had he considered piercing anything. Lachlan had always threatened he would trick him into it one day, but Riley had just thought he was joking. It really shouldn't feel this erotic, let alone the fact Evie was clearly turned on by it. He growled deeply in his throat and fought not to automatically grip Evie's hair as the warnings of orgasm started to shoot through him. He exhaled roughly through a moan and pushed forward as he exploded with such force, his legs nearly gave out and he saw stars behind his closed eyes.
Evie pressed her hands against his hips to keep Riley on his feet as best she could, waiting until the orgasm passed before she let him slip from her mouth with a soft pop. She kissed a spot just on the inside of his leg before she got to her feet and caught his mouth in a heated kiss. She didn't care about stamina either, just glad she could do this for him. Then she couldn't resist dropping her head and circling her tongue around his nipple ring again as her hands rubbed his sides tenderly. She lifted her head, her already plump lips swollen and a deep red. "You're so fucking sexy right now, Dr Browne."
Riley was still panting heavily. He wet his lips, green eyes looking over her hungrily. That piercing was going to be the death of him... if he kept it. He lifted her up and expertly switched their positions, pressing her against the wall in a searing kiss, his tongue curling against her possessively. He rocked against her, using the kiss to try and fuel even more arousal in him, and hooked his hand under her leg to lift it up, connecting their bodies almost fully. He rubbed against her, not breaking the kiss as he growled again. Underwear really was a pain in the fucking arse. He was entirely supportive of putting in their wedding vows that she should never wear it again. The Scots had the right idea. He tucked his fingers into the elastic of her panties and started to purposefully pull them away from her hips down to her thighs. He wasn't bothered by logistics. He just fucking had to have her, and now.
Evie was already trying to claw off her t-shirt. At least she'd had the sense not to wear a bra while she was home alone. The moment the t-shirt was over her head, she threw it off to the side and wrapped her arms around Riley's neck as she pressed her breasts against his chest. The nipple ring sent shivers through her as she felt it against her skin, and she kissed Riley back hungrily, matching his lust. She'd been wet since she'd seen the piercing, the surprise turning her on more than she'd imagined. She rocked her hips forward, trying to urge him to take her as she moaned.
Riley shoved the underwear down far enough for them to slide off her legs to the floor. He wasn't quite hard enough yet, but he just needed to get inside her and that would rapidly change. He lifted her up, using the wall as a brace and pushed into her, rocking his hips to create more friction to draw the refreshed erection to full capacity. He dipped his head and brushed his lips over the tops of her breasts with a hungry moan. Hot bathroom wall sex. He had to have bachelor parties more often.
She arched her back off the tiled wall as his lips teased her breasts, and knotted her fingers in his hair as her breath started to come out in shallow pants. She really hoped the hot sex wouldn't stop with the vows. Lachlan and Tara seemed to make the commitment thing, everlasting love, and hot sex work. Surely she and Riley could. "Fuck... Riley... yes!" she moaned loudly as she let her head fall back as he drove into her. No way was Riley's hangover affecting his sexual prowess, and Evie was going to take every damn inch of it.
This could well be one of their hottest encounters to date, and that was saying something. Sex had pretty much always been hot between them and they had done it in some pretty interesting places. They were both hot for each other in a heartbeat, so impromptu wall sex or stair sex or table sex wasn't uncommon. But there was something about this. It was like he couldn't get enough of her and he slammed into her over and over again, their moans filling the echoey bathroom. His height afforded him the strength to hold her securely against the wall and sex was something he had never been shy about. On the face of it, Riley was a shy studious sort, but those closest to him knew otherwise. He sucked on her neck just above her collarbone, trailing his tongue along the sweeping line of her neck. He bit down on the sensitive skin and growled hungrily against her ear.
This time it was Evie unsure of just how long she'd be able to hold out. Her skin felt like it was on fire as perspiration broke out across it. Her nails dragged down his arms, then dug into his shoulders as she gripped him tightly. Her heels pressed into the backs of his thighs as she wrapped her legs securely around his waist and moaned with every thrust. Riley was definitely much more wild than he ever let on, and Evie loved that about him. She especially adored the fact that she more than benefited from his little secret. Thoughts about their having a baby crept into her mind, and turned her head to try and catch his lips in a kiss. It would be so easy to fool herself into thinking of this moment as the moment of conception and not when he came in a cup.
Riley kissed her back, though it was hard to concentrate on it, so he just kissed like there was no tomorrow. He was panting heavily against her mouth and felt the start of the weak shaking in his legs from the exertion of fucking against a wall. He didn't miss a beat in his thrusting, desperate to miraculously manage two orgasms running. He would probably want to sleep for a week after this, but that was impossible, considering they were getting married in just two nights. That reminder sent a pulse of excitement through him that targeted his cock and without warning, he moaned heavily, his whole body shuddering with the force of the second orgasm that he rode buried deeply inside his wife-to-be.
Evie held him tightly, her inner muscled clenched as she held him in place and tilted her hips to take him as deep as he'd go. His second orgasm triggered Evie's own climax and her entire body trembled as her cry got lost against his mouth. Soon they'd be getting married, and Evie had never felt so connected to him than she did in this moment. "I love you," she murmured, pressing kisses to his face as she panted and felt her body pulse with aftershocks.
"I love you too," Riley said breathlessly, smiling against her lips and laughing a little. He let her down from the wall slowly, careful she wasn't going to fall over and wet his lips, still trying to regain his breath. He eased out of her, making sure the condom didn't slip off and then discarded it, washing his hands straight away. The aftermath tended to have that unsexy few moments before Riley would let the post-coital afterglow set in. "Do you think the water's cold?" he asked with a smirk.
Evie grinned. "Why, you planning on an underwater show, sexy?"
Riley was waning, and probably still looking like a huge mess after his bachelor party. He eased himself down onto the floor so he didn't fall over but managed a woozy smirk. "Let's save some secrets for the wedding night," he told her and made the mistake of resting his head on the closed toilet lid. Not thirty seconds later, he was snoring, his face still half blue with the kilt in place completing the look. Maybe not quite Scotland Forever, but hopefully their marriage would be.
All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe
Word Count | 3,704
Co-written with imnodoctor
The bachelor party was over, meaning the next step was the wedding. It had mostly been a success, even if 'mostly' was stretching it. First, there had been the Pat and Cameron explosion that no one but Pat knew about. He wouldn't even tell Aiden, though Aiden obviously knew something bad had happened if Cameron hadn't even come to the party and Pat looked like he had been crying when he returned. Lachlan picked up on something off, too, but Pat wasn't going to talk about it and proceeded to just get extremely drunk and ended up dancing half naked on the bar to 'Dancing Queen'.
Then there was Luke, who was acting strangely from the get go. He, too, got royally pissed but instead of dancing on the bar, spent a good portion of the night receiving lap dances from the female strippers. Andrew, his ever-loyal Best Man, spent the night trying to convince Luke to go easy on the hard booze, and in turn spent the night being mostly ignored. Dancing for him was out because he had a broken leg and the last thing he wanted was any floozy (let alone four at once) waving her arse in his face when he had a hot FBI Agent waiting at home for him ready to wave anything he wanted in his face.
Riley challenged Lachlan to a Karaoke sing off, which meant that Riley would throw any song at Lachlan and he had to sing it, no matter what. Lachlan hadn't missed a single one and Riley did distinctly remember the Scot's rendition of the Alien Ant Farm version of 'Smooth Criminal' at one point, perhaps with a chaser of Kylie Minogue's 'I Should Be So Lucky'. Said Scot also lived well up to his Best Man duties because Riley woke that morning lying under a table at the bar dressed like Braveheart, face half painted with blue paint, in a kilt, with his nether regions and one leg shaved. Thankfully he still had both his eyebrows. Luke was unconscious on the other side of the bar dressed like Crocodile Dundee, but also in a kilt with a moustache and uno-brow drawn on his face with Magic Marker. It should've been funny, but Riley had been far too hungover to actually laugh without vomiting at that point.
Aiden had been the designated driver and drove Riley, Luke and Pat back to Princeton. It hadn't been a pretty trip, to say the least. Luke was still unconscious and they just dragged him into the car to at least get him home. Hopefully Tab wouldn't be too pissed off. Tara was the second DD, and she arrived in the morning to pick up Lachlan, Andrew, and Josh. Having the luxury of not being drunk, she proceeded to laugh her arse off at the bachelor party aftermath.
Riley now just watched groggily as Aiden dragged Luke inside and dumped him on the sofa. Luke was still out of it and oblivious. The bar had been left in the capable hands of his New York manager, even if Luke might be pissed with that outcome when he finally woke. He swayed a little, still feeling the mix of booze and hangover running through him, but he giggle-snorted at Luke's face and nearly threw up from the effort of it. He slapped a hand over his mouth and held himself up on the door jamb, fighting not to slide down it and pass out. The blue face paint left a smear on the clean wall and he grunted at Aiden when he said his goodbyes and went take Pat home. Riley just stayed still, trying to focus on Luke's prone form on the sofa. This was only when he realised that he must've lost his glasses somewhere along the way because Luke looked more like a large hazy blob than anything else. "Hnh, fuck..."
Evie had come out of her room at the sounds of Aiden dragging in the grooms. She wasn't sure if she'd be walking in on two bodies, or not. She was relieved to see Riley was at least grunting and standing, and slipped her arm around him, giving him a small smile. "Bed or bathroom, sexy?"
Riley squinted, trying to see Evie, but as she got closer, he actually managed to focus on her. "I have no pubic hair. My dick is bald. So are my nuts," he told her and then, as if drawing the attention to it suddenly made it unbearably itchy, started to scratch furiously under his lopsided sporran. "Why do chicks choose to shave there? It's horrible."
"I don't get Brazillians, sweetheart. Apparently you do... Does it make it look bigger?" Evie asked curiously as she reached down to touch the edge of his kilt like she wanted to lift it up. "My poor, poor almost husband. Should I kiss it all better?"
"I don't know! I don't even know where it went!" Riley saved her the job and promptly lifted his kilt, leaning forward to try and survey the damage. But he lost his balance and only managed to stop folding to the floor by grabbing at Evie's waist and nearly dragging her down with him. "I have my eyebrows, right? One leg is bald too and Aiden told me I have extremely interesting things written on my butt in permanent marker."
Evie started to laugh softly as she wrapped her arms around him again and tried to lift him up while not stumbling over. "Really? Well... looks like it's going to be very interesting getting you undressed. Should we take a shower, or have a bath? Get you refreshed. I don't mind paying lots of attention to your ass."
Riley gave an overemphasising nod because his brain was making him think very little was actually working. "Yes," he said unhelpfully. "I think it was Lachlan," he decided, hushing his voice furtively. "And whatever he says about the strippers, I didn't do it," he told her, figuring he should probably get in before his Best Man could get to his fiancee. There was a high chance Lachlan purposefully stayed sober the night before just to carry out his devious plans.
"Strippers, hm? Well, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. And I know better than to take everything Lachlan says as truth." Evie guided Riley towards the bathroom slowly, and hoped that he would make up his mind when they were there. Although at this stage she was thinking a bath was better. It wouldn't require standing up. "What about Luke? Did he do it?"
"Luke..." Riley had to frown, trying to recall an answer to the question. "I think... maybe yes... only, I don't know what it is. And I know that there was nurse stripper somewhere. No, that was Pat... I think." He rubbed his forehead. "I think I'm a bit drunk still. I remember Lachlan daring me to kiss Josh!" he said, as if that was something to be proud of. "I don't know what happened to my jocks."
"I think they went as soon as the kilt came on. And you kissed Josh? I bet he really enjoyed that," Evie laughed as she got him to lean against the bathroom wall while she started the bath. She came back over to him and started to undress him. "You're actually pretty hot when your still drunk and squinting."
Riley was scratching at his groin again, his nose scrunched up in concentration. "I think my glasses are with my jocks. Only, I thought I had my contacts last night." He brushed his palm over his head to make sure his head hadn't been shaved and then sighed in relief. "I asked about my eyebrows, right? They're both there? Nothing's pierced, is it?" That's when he touched his ears to make sure they were in tact too. Not that Lachlan Campbell would settle for piercing ears if he had intentions to get Riley pierced anywhere. Which is why it shouldn't have come as a shock when he looked down and realised he now had one nipple pierced. "O-Oh- fuck!" he shrieked.
Evie took Riley's face between her hands and kissed him to stop his shrieking. The nipple piercing was a shock, but... it was also hot. Really, really hot. "You have both eyebrows, sexy. And a very interesting piercing that I think has me thinking about our wedding night. Please tell me we get to break the dry spell for that..."
"Dry spell can technically be over. I already did the cup thing. The only thing is, we won't know if it worked til after the wedding and oh my fucking god, the fucker pierced my nipple," Riley cried, throwing his hand up and waving it about. "I feel lopsided! Do I look lopsided? I don't even know if it hurts!"
"You don't look lopsided," Evie laughed. "And thank fuck for that dry spell..." She dipped her head as she inspected the piercing again, checking to see if it was infected before she circled her tongue around his nipple. "Does that hurt?"
Riley dropped his head back against the wall with a small hiss. "No!" he squeaked. "Do that again."
Evie looked up at his face as she repeated the action, and curled her tongue around the piercing and gave it a little tug. "And that?"
Riley pressed his lips together and squeezed his eyes shut. "Mm-mm," he said with a shake of his head. This had to be a hungover fantasy or something. He wasn't supposed to be this horny, or that hard. He was still drunk and Lachlan had zapped some horny Evie images into his brain to tease him and he would wake up in a minute with no eyebrows and chained to a pole, naked in a street. If he just kept his eyes closed, it would stay a fantasy, right?
Evie pressed her mouth against Riley's shoulder and bit into it gently as her hand slid lower and her fingernails skated over his erection teasingly. "Tell me what you want, Riley. Would you like me to touch you? Go down on my knees for you?"
Hell, yeah. That's exactly what most of his fantasies were like. He had to reach behind his head to grip the edge of the door to remain upright. "Yeah, that..." he breathed out. No way was having a pierced nipple supposed to feel this fucking hot. Which is why it was a fantasy. Not that he was complaining in the slightest. This was one of those times he got worried he would lose control, but he didn't actually wear protection in his fantasies. It would be cool. No wait. Was it really a fantasy? He opened his eyes just a little and looked down hungrily at her. Who cared if it was a fantasy or not? He was painfully hard and whatever she wanted to do was perfectly fine with him!
Evie moved to the side, her hand still on him as she reached across to get into the medicine cabinet where they kept the condoms. The bath was still running, and as much as Evie regretted it, she had to abandon Riley for just a moment so she could turn the water off. She wasn't planning on rushing this. She'd lick Riley clean if she had to. Screw the bath. She had the foil packet open as she moved back to him, and distracted him from her rolling the condom on by closing her mouth over his pierced nipple again. She'd always thought Riley was gorgeous, but the piercing just somehow managed to make him even sexier in her eyes. Or maybe it was the fact they were getting closer to getting married. Evie kept her eyes on his face as she sank down on her knees and braced her hands on his hips and she wet her lips before drawing his cock into her mouth. She was used to the condoms now, and she didn't mind one bit. Evie still loved giving him a blowjob.
"Oh- god-" Riley bit out and accidentally banged his head back against the wall. Which kind of hurt a little. Fantasies weren't supposed to hurt, were they? Nor did they tend to give a shit about where the condoms were in the bathroom. By now, he was beyond caring, though. He gripped the wall and threaded the fingers of his other hand through Evie's blonde hair, encouraging her actions wholeheartedly. His hips rocked forward reflexively and he groaned hoarsely as the arousal bolted through every inch of him. "God, yes..." he hissed, images of her mouth wrapped around his cock and his nipple ring sweeping through his mind and almost causing him to come on demand. Almost. A sweat broke out over his skin and if he wasn't clutching the wall, he probably would have melted into a pool of horny mush at her feet by now.
Evie worked her mouth and tongue around him, moaning low in the back of her throat as she watched him become more and more aroused. That was the thing with Riley. His arousal had always driven hers. She was barely thinking about herself as she drew him closer and closer to the edge. Her hand slid up the inside of his thigh, and she scraped her nails over the flesh before she cupped his balls and massaged them as she relaxed her throat and took him a little deeper.
Riley was really still too intoxicated to actually contemplate his stamina at that point. With teetering on the edge of total hangover, too, there was no way he was going to be able to hold off with Evie's lips wrapped around his cock, her hands on his balls, and still the notion of the nipple ring thrumming through his mind. Why the fuck was that turning him on so much?! Never in his life had he considered piercing anything. Lachlan had always threatened he would trick him into it one day, but Riley had just thought he was joking. It really shouldn't feel this erotic, let alone the fact Evie was clearly turned on by it. He growled deeply in his throat and fought not to automatically grip Evie's hair as the warnings of orgasm started to shoot through him. He exhaled roughly through a moan and pushed forward as he exploded with such force, his legs nearly gave out and he saw stars behind his closed eyes.
Evie pressed her hands against his hips to keep Riley on his feet as best she could, waiting until the orgasm passed before she let him slip from her mouth with a soft pop. She kissed a spot just on the inside of his leg before she got to her feet and caught his mouth in a heated kiss. She didn't care about stamina either, just glad she could do this for him. Then she couldn't resist dropping her head and circling her tongue around his nipple ring again as her hands rubbed his sides tenderly. She lifted her head, her already plump lips swollen and a deep red. "You're so fucking sexy right now, Dr Browne."
Riley was still panting heavily. He wet his lips, green eyes looking over her hungrily. That piercing was going to be the death of him... if he kept it. He lifted her up and expertly switched their positions, pressing her against the wall in a searing kiss, his tongue curling against her possessively. He rocked against her, using the kiss to try and fuel even more arousal in him, and hooked his hand under her leg to lift it up, connecting their bodies almost fully. He rubbed against her, not breaking the kiss as he growled again. Underwear really was a pain in the fucking arse. He was entirely supportive of putting in their wedding vows that she should never wear it again. The Scots had the right idea. He tucked his fingers into the elastic of her panties and started to purposefully pull them away from her hips down to her thighs. He wasn't bothered by logistics. He just fucking had to have her, and now.
Evie was already trying to claw off her t-shirt. At least she'd had the sense not to wear a bra while she was home alone. The moment the t-shirt was over her head, she threw it off to the side and wrapped her arms around Riley's neck as she pressed her breasts against his chest. The nipple ring sent shivers through her as she felt it against her skin, and she kissed Riley back hungrily, matching his lust. She'd been wet since she'd seen the piercing, the surprise turning her on more than she'd imagined. She rocked her hips forward, trying to urge him to take her as she moaned.
Riley shoved the underwear down far enough for them to slide off her legs to the floor. He wasn't quite hard enough yet, but he just needed to get inside her and that would rapidly change. He lifted her up, using the wall as a brace and pushed into her, rocking his hips to create more friction to draw the refreshed erection to full capacity. He dipped his head and brushed his lips over the tops of her breasts with a hungry moan. Hot bathroom wall sex. He had to have bachelor parties more often.
She arched her back off the tiled wall as his lips teased her breasts, and knotted her fingers in his hair as her breath started to come out in shallow pants. She really hoped the hot sex wouldn't stop with the vows. Lachlan and Tara seemed to make the commitment thing, everlasting love, and hot sex work. Surely she and Riley could. "Fuck... Riley... yes!" she moaned loudly as she let her head fall back as he drove into her. No way was Riley's hangover affecting his sexual prowess, and Evie was going to take every damn inch of it.
This could well be one of their hottest encounters to date, and that was saying something. Sex had pretty much always been hot between them and they had done it in some pretty interesting places. They were both hot for each other in a heartbeat, so impromptu wall sex or stair sex or table sex wasn't uncommon. But there was something about this. It was like he couldn't get enough of her and he slammed into her over and over again, their moans filling the echoey bathroom. His height afforded him the strength to hold her securely against the wall and sex was something he had never been shy about. On the face of it, Riley was a shy studious sort, but those closest to him knew otherwise. He sucked on her neck just above her collarbone, trailing his tongue along the sweeping line of her neck. He bit down on the sensitive skin and growled hungrily against her ear.
This time it was Evie unsure of just how long she'd be able to hold out. Her skin felt like it was on fire as perspiration broke out across it. Her nails dragged down his arms, then dug into his shoulders as she gripped him tightly. Her heels pressed into the backs of his thighs as she wrapped her legs securely around his waist and moaned with every thrust. Riley was definitely much more wild than he ever let on, and Evie loved that about him. She especially adored the fact that she more than benefited from his little secret. Thoughts about their having a baby crept into her mind, and turned her head to try and catch his lips in a kiss. It would be so easy to fool herself into thinking of this moment as the moment of conception and not when he came in a cup.
Riley kissed her back, though it was hard to concentrate on it, so he just kissed like there was no tomorrow. He was panting heavily against her mouth and felt the start of the weak shaking in his legs from the exertion of fucking against a wall. He didn't miss a beat in his thrusting, desperate to miraculously manage two orgasms running. He would probably want to sleep for a week after this, but that was impossible, considering they were getting married in just two nights. That reminder sent a pulse of excitement through him that targeted his cock and without warning, he moaned heavily, his whole body shuddering with the force of the second orgasm that he rode buried deeply inside his wife-to-be.
Evie held him tightly, her inner muscled clenched as she held him in place and tilted her hips to take him as deep as he'd go. His second orgasm triggered Evie's own climax and her entire body trembled as her cry got lost against his mouth. Soon they'd be getting married, and Evie had never felt so connected to him than she did in this moment. "I love you," she murmured, pressing kisses to his face as she panted and felt her body pulse with aftershocks.
"I love you too," Riley said breathlessly, smiling against her lips and laughing a little. He let her down from the wall slowly, careful she wasn't going to fall over and wet his lips, still trying to regain his breath. He eased out of her, making sure the condom didn't slip off and then discarded it, washing his hands straight away. The aftermath tended to have that unsexy few moments before Riley would let the post-coital afterglow set in. "Do you think the water's cold?" he asked with a smirk.
Evie grinned. "Why, you planning on an underwater show, sexy?"
Riley was waning, and probably still looking like a huge mess after his bachelor party. He eased himself down onto the floor so he didn't fall over but managed a woozy smirk. "Let's save some secrets for the wedding night," he told her and made the mistake of resting his head on the closed toilet lid. Not thirty seconds later, he was snoring, his face still half blue with the kilt in place completing the look. Maybe not quite Scotland Forever, but hopefully their marriage would be.
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