Follow the River

My fingers slide into his hair in an attempt to pull him off me. But it doesn’t work. He doesn’t let me. Just keeps working me over with his tongue that lashes right back at my most brutal insults. Those lips that smirk each time he realizes he’s weighted and measured me, only to back me into a corner.

Exactly where he wants me.

Like he has right now.

As if sensing my thoughts, his eyes snap back open to mine.

Blue as a fucking ocean. Not brown.

Not. Brown.

I watch, transfixed, as he moves up and down my length, eyes locked on mine. And the sight of my cock between his pink lips, his gaze staring deep into my soul, it has me fighting so damn hard not to shoot my load into his mouth.

“You on your goddamn knees for me…it’s a good fucking look on you.” Shifting my hips, I roll them into him, letting him take me impossibly deep down his throat. My fingers, still wrapped in his hair, clutch at the strands and I hold him steady while I fuck his face again.

But this time, it’s him I see.

Only him.

He gives me control over him, the one thing I’ve craved from him since the begi

He lights a fire inside me I’ve never felt before, burning brighter than the sun, consuming me in flames and embers. It’s dangerous intensity threatens to char each and every inch of my perfectly crafted facade of indifference towards him.

Because as much as I fucking can’t stand it, I’m not indifferent to him. I feel the chemistry buzzing between us. It’s liquid hot. I’d have to be deaf, dumb, and stupid to not feel it.

Doesn’t mean I fucking want it.

A low moan comes from River while my cock is lodged deep down his throat, so deep I swear I can see it moving behind his Adam’s apple. His eyes ensnare mine as he practically swallows my cock whole, the sensation causing me to go off like a rocket, spilling into the back of his throat before I can stop it.

He continues to suck my dick, swirling his tongue around it as I grunt, continuing to spray the longest fucking orgasm of my life into his stomach. And he keeps licking, like it's a goddamn sucker. Not letting up on his assault on me until my hand releases its hold on his hair.

Once he’s satisfied to have sucked and lapped every last drop of cum from me, River leans back on his heels and glances up at me. His chest is heaving as he attempts to regulate his breathing. Unspoken words flash between us, the most prevalent being this…never fucking happened. I’m screaming it in my mind, but my lips can’t form the words. All I can do is gape at him.

Stare at the tiny glistening spot of cum at the corner of his mouth.

His tongue flicks out to lick his lips and he must taste or feel it, because his thumb reaches up and wipes it away before bringing it out in front of his face to look at the transferred fluid.

And then the strangest thing happens.

He smirks at my cum on his finger. Breaks out into a huge fucking grin, actually, like the sight of it is the fu

To be clear, it’s not fu

It’s actually really fucking bad.

He’s had my cock in his mouth. Tasted my skin. My cum. My fucking desire for him.

And it’s so fucking wrong.

The glimmer of liquid sitting on the pad of his thumb shows…he finally got to me.

He licks his lips as he rises from his knees and laughs, a sound so rich and decadent, like warm honey. I fucking hate that I like it.

And when he’s directly in front of me again, our eyes at the same level, I swear to fucking God he’s about to lick that drop of cum off his finger in the vulgar way men do after eating pussy.

It’s honestly a move I can see River pulling, the dickwad fuckboy he is.

I open my mouth to tell him off, to tell him to fucking leave, to fucking say something, but the second I do, his thumb is in inside it. Brushing against my tongue, leaving behind the salty tang of my cum.

Mother. Fucker.

His thumb presses against my tongue with enough pressure to keep me from speaking and he leans forward, his lips brushing against my ear. “I love the way you fight me, baby. It makes the taste of your cum that much fucking sweeter.”

And then he pushes off the locker, grabbing his bag on the way to the door.

Not bothering to look back.