Riley’s Downfall(38)

How the mighty have fallen.

Although he would never speak it out loud to a single member of his family, he felt that he had gotten the best mate out of all of them. Sterling might drive him to distraction with his peculiar ways, but Riley was pretty sure he would die if anything ever happened to the man. He just wouldn’t want to live without his little blond-haired mate who drove him crazy and made him love every inch of the man at the same time.

“Sit on my cock, baby,” Riley said as he gripped his mate’s sides and lifted Sterling’s hips up into the air. “Ride me.”

Sterling’s light-grey eyes sparkled like twin diamonds as he sat up, his hands resting on Riley’s chest. Riley knew this was something Sterling had fantasied about, and he had plans to fulfill each and every one of Sterling’s fantasies.

Scratch that.

He had every intention of fulfilling each and every one of Sterling’s fantasies that was humanly, or bear-ly possible, to fulfill. With Sterling, one never knew. But if it was within Riley’s power to do it, he would.

“You are so fucking sexy, mate,” Riley whispered as he watched Sterling slowly lower himself down onto Riley’s cock. He watched where their bodies met, his breathing growing more rapid with each passing second. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. Watching Sterling sink down onto his cock was erotic as hell. “Just look at you,” he murmured. “Your ass was made for my cock.”

“Yesss,” Sterling hissed as his head fell back on his shoulders.

Riley’s eyes slowly moved up Sterling’s body, past the man’s flat abdomen to his well-defined stomach and then his lightly muscled chest. He gloried at the way Sterling was built. The man wasn’t a skinny guy with a narrow body and no definition. No, his mate was cut, chiseled, and was erotic as hell to look at. The man was well tanned all over, and Riley’s favorite spot on his mate’s body, aside from his ass, was the well-defined V that started on either side of the man’s stomach and ran down between his legs.

And it didn’t hurt that the man was hairless at his groin. Quite the opposite of Riley’s hairy body, but sexy as sin to look at. It gave him an unobstructed view of Sterling’s thick and long cock.

Riley’s eyes ran back up Sterling’s body to the brown-hued nipples on each side of Sterling’s chest and knew they were a work of art.

They were even more beautiful after Riley reached up and tweaked them between his fingers. They pebbled and turned white before fading to pink and then back to their golden tanned color. Perfect. But the sweet hiss that fell from Sterling’s lips was even better.

“Do you like that, baby?” Riley asked as he tweaked the little nubs again.

Sterling nodded rapidly, his eyes taking on a dazed hue, darkening from light grey to a steely grey. It looked like the clouds themselves were moving inside his mate’s eyes, and it was breathtaking. It amazed Riley that he could do that to another being, that he could bring this much pleasure to a man he was falling deeply in love with. He never wanted that sensual rapture to leave Sterling’s face.

Riley lay there for a second, feeling his heart expand and encompass the man straddling him. How could he have ever tried to push this guy away? Gods, he had been such a thickheaded jerk. “Did I tell you how sexy it was when you stood up to Ahm?”

Sterling licked his lips, his glazed eyes lowering down toward Riley. “I…I thought he was going to kill me.”

Riley’s eyebrows peaked as surprise rolled through him. “And you still stood up for me?”

“You’re my mate!” Sterling growled, doing a pretty damn good imitation of a bear, and Riley loved the sweet growly sound. He loved it even more that Sterling had claimed him, even to the point of standing up to someone he was scared of. That was what mates did for each other. He knew that, but it had still surprised him that the slim man had done it.

“And you’re my mate, Sterling. I’m never giving you up.” Riley didn’t miss the tears that misted in Sterling’s eyes at his words. He knew his mate craved the pretty little words spoken between mates. He just didn’t know how to express them verbally.

Riley wrapped his hand around the back of Sterling’s neck and pulled him down until their noses almost touched. He moved his hand around until he could cup the side of Sterling’s face, rubbing his thumb along the soft skin of his mate’s cheek.

“I wish I knew the words, Sterling.”

Sterling’s eyes sparkled with little chips of molten grey. He smiled. “You do,” Sterling whispered. “You’ll tell me when you’re ready.”