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Panic floods my veins as my towel drops from my hips to the floor, landing at my feet between us.
No, not between us. Under him. Under his fucking knees.
Because the cocksucker is on his goddamn knees in front of me, naked as the day I was born, staring at my dick like it’s a lollipop and all he wants to do is take a fucking lick.
And that isn’t even the worst part.
I’m also—to my horror—hard. Harder than stone. Granite. A fucking diamond.
No. No. Fuck me. No!
The way he grins up at me before snaking his hands around the backs of my thighs, right below my ass cheeks, has me clutching the sides of my cubby behind me so I don’t lose my balance entirely.
Because the look he’s giving me—my cock—is like a kid on Christmas morning. Effectively tilting my entire world on its axis.
“Looks to me like you’re ready to take me up on my offer of a nice blowie after all, huh, baby?” he taunts before his wicked tongue lashes out, swiping against the tip of my cock at an agonizingly torturous pace.
A groan slips from my lips without permission, and I curse myself—and him—for the precarious situation I find myself in. My knuckles blanche as he runs the flat of his tongue from my base to crown in a long, languid stroke, flicking the tip at the sensitive underside of the head.
It’s fucking torment and bliss wrapped into a single six-foot-two package.
“Fuck,” I breathe, my eyes begging to close and allow my brain to enjoy the pleasure being wreaked on my body. But I can’t look away.
Before I can make a move to push him away, because that’s what I should do, his tongue travels down one side of my V. It slides across my lower torso, just above the base of my dick, then back up the other side. He pays special attention to the inked line of text on my hip, nibbling at the tattoo with his perfect fucking teeth before lapping at the imprints he left behind.
“Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall,” he murmurs, his hot breath whispering across my hip as he reads the Shakespeare quote, written in a gothic font. The one I got the day I turned eighteen, if only to remind me the dirty, ugly truth of this world is the vile and corrupt will always claw their way to the top, and the good never get what they deserve.
I should know. I’ve seen it. Lived it.
And to my shame, embody it.
His teeth latch onto the word sin and my fucking God, what it does to my cock is just that.
Sinful.
Every inch of my skin tingles where he touches me. And even where he isn’t. Fire and ice lick through my veins with every swipe of his tongue and harsh bite of his teeth, making my brain short circuit in pleasure.
A pleasure only serving to cause me self-loathing and agony.
Jesus Christ, I’ve died and gone straight to hell.
Moving his assault up to below my belly button, he traces his mouth down the thin happy trail leading back to my aching cock. It bobs with need as his mouth comes near again, pleading for his attention.
“And here I thought you didn’t like me,” he laughs against my skin, the sound husky and threaded with desire.
“I don’t,” I hiss through gritted teeth, begging my body to get on board with my mind. But my cock has a mind of its own, and he is firmly in what camp gets him deep down River’s throat. And my body continues to fucking betray me, throbbing and desperate to cum on the spot when one of his hands brush across my taint on its way to wrap around my dick.
“Your cock begs to differ.”
And then his mouth surrounds me, enveloping my length in the most glorious fucking way I’ve ever felt. I don’t think anything—mouth, pussy, or otherwise—has ever set each and every nerve ending in my body on fire from a single touch.
His mouth…it will be my fucking undoing.
My eyes snap closed on impulse as he takes me deep in his mouth, working me back down his throat. He’s not gentle or shy about the way he touches and sucks and fucks me with his mouth, moving faster and more assured than any other person ever has while bobbing on my cock.
All except one.
And when I open my eyes again, it’s not the teal oceans of River’s eyes staring back up at me, but two chocolate orbs I despise.
My lip curls back in a snarl as I watch my length disappear down his throat with every pump of my hips, but his eyes never leave mine. They always watch me, never look away for even a moment. As if he doesn’t want to miss a fucking second of what he does to me.
Without a second thought, my fingers fly to the dark blonde hair at the top of his head, tangling through the strands as I struggle to get a better grip. Clutching his hair for dear life, I start slamming my hips forward, hitting the back of his throat with each measured thrust. Water wells in the corner of his eyes, but he still holds my gaze.
Look away. Fucking look away, goddamnit.
But he won’t give in, no matter how hard and fast I fuck his face, using my hands to pull his mouth on me at a rapid pace while at the same time pounding forward into him. His hands cup my balls and he kneads them gently in his palm, pulling and tugging at just the right moments, when my cock is in the deepest part of his throat, to have me seeing stars.
But then something strange happens.
His eyes, they shift from brown to aqua for a split second just before…they close. They fucking close as he releases my cock, moving down below it before sucking one of my balls into his mouth.
He’s never done this before.
His fingers gently brush my i Because he won’t. This will be the last fucking time. When his mouth disengages from my balls, I groan. Damn him for making this feel so fucking good. I feel his tongue trace a lazy path down my taint before descending down the inside of my thigh in hot, open mouthed sucks. Another new piece added to this never-ending nightmare. “I had a feeling you’d like having your balls sucked, baby,” he mumbles against my skin, but the voice is all wrong, just like the words. It’s not deep enough, not filled with the memories of verbal lashings and torment. And he never speaks, not until after. “I bet you’d love it even more with a finger in your ass. Or maybe you’d prefer my tongue.” My eyes snap open, dazed and confused as I see a head full of brown hair making its way back up toward my cock. River’s ocean eyes latch onto mine for a brief moment before sliding closed as his mouth surrounds my length once again. River. I shudder, not only from the pleasure his mouth is giving me, but out of relief. Thank fuck. It’s just River. Fuck. Wait. No. It’s fucking River. It’s been him…this whole time. Mortification slams into me at a neck-breaking speed because for fuck’s sake I just…he’s…and I’m… I need to end this, before it goes too far, or even further than I’ve already taken it, but my brain can’t formulate a thought past the ecstasy his mouth is giving my body.