Esmeralda: Part 9 (Riley cums in Chen’s mouth)
As Riley walks in on a room full of heat and mess, instead of being a quiet witness, they become Chen’s singular focus. Chen is determined to savor this moment with reverence, hunger, and the beautiful tension of devotion.
Without a word, Chen drops to their knees.
Chen crawls across the carpet toward Riley, hands grapple light on Riley’s thighs as Chen kneels between their legs.
Chen feels those tremble slightly beneath their touch.
“Chen, I—”
Chen doesn’t need to let them finish.
Chen presses their cheek to Riley hip. Kisses the line where their waistband rests. Then slowly, reverently, pulls Riley’s cock—indeed, Chen’s favorite cock in the whole world—free.
They’re already hard. Leaking pre-cum. A most beautiful sight.
Chen looks up, eyes locked to Riley’s. Then takes Riley into their mouth in one smooth motion.
Riley gasps—choked, sharp—both hands flying to your hair. Not pulling, but clinging.
Chen’s mouth is hot around Riley, tongue sliding along the underside, throat relaxing as they sink lower. Chen licks and sucks with intention—not teasing, but consuming.
Riley’s hips buck forward. Their knees shake.
“F–fuck, Chen—I’m gonna, I’m gonna—OH MY GOD—”
Chen moans around Riley’s cock, and that’s all it takes.
Riley cums hard. A full, deep, shuddering release—thick and heavy on Chen’s tongue, filling their mouth in hot, pulsing waves.
Chen does not spill or waste a single drop.
They swallow everything. Then they suck gently through the aftershocks, kissing the tip as Riley twitches.
Riley collapses to their knees with Chen—still shaking, still gasping.
And then Chen kisses them. Hard. Wet. Filthy.
Their tongues tangle, their lips slide, and they moan into each other’s mouth when Riley realizes Chen still has their taste on the tongue.
Chen kisses Riley as though they were the only person left in the world. As though they were starving and devouring a feast. As if their life were just saved.
Riley wraps their arms around Chen’s neck and kisses them back with just as much hunger, gasping into their mouth:
“You…you’re unreal. I love you, Chen.”
Chen and Riley are still on their knees, locked in that consuming kiss—Chen’s mouth still slick with the taste of Riley’s cum, Chen’s fingers curling in the soft waves of Riley hair. Riley moans into Chen, dazed and glowing, and they kiss them like they would never let go.
But behind them, Chen hears a faint gasp.
Then, a low, teasing voice:
“Do I taste them on your tongue?”
Chen glances over their shoulder—and there’s June.
Still flushed. Still half-naked. Lips are wet from licking Sofia clean, her thighs trembling from earlier.
But her eyes? Feral.
She crawls across the carpet, slow and deliberate, hips swaying. Her eyes flick between Chen and Riley—jealous, hungry, curious.
She reaches them both. Doesn’t ask—doesn’t need to.
Just presses her lips to Riley’s mouth.
Riley starts panting. Chen shifts slightly, and now all three are mouths and breath and wet tongues, tangled together.
Riley between June and Chen, moaning softly as both kiss them.
June licks the corner of Riley’s mouth, then Chen’s.
“Mm. Yeah. That’s definitely both of you,” she quips.
Riley’s hands move to Chen’s thigh and June’s jaw.
Chen presses their forehead to June’s, Riley’s lips still brushing theirs.
Then all three meet again—mouths sliding, tongues flicking, hands threading into hair and down backs.
No one can keep track of whose moan comes first. It doesn’t matter.
It’s not about who’s kissing who. It’s about the heat between them, the trust, the flavor of what they’ve all just done together—and what they’re about to do again.