Follow the River

“We’re both consenting adults,” I grind, my temper begi

He slams his hips into my body, pi

No way, not this time, for one damn reason.

He’s such a fucking liar. And we both know it.

I honestly have no clue what his issue is, but I have a feeling it isn’t really with me. I’m just the one taking the brunt force of whatever shit he’s trying to work through in his own mind.

Still, he’s taking it a little far at this point. Being bisexual isn’t the end of the world. Not in this day and age.

But for some reason, it scares the ever-loving shit out of him.

“Let’s call a spade a motherfucking spade, Grady. I’m bisexual, so are you. Maybe it’s time you get the fuck over yourself and just fucking accept it. Because a straight man doesn’t decide to shove his cock in another man’s ass or fuck his face like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.”

My eyes dart over his face, taking in his fury. “And on top of that? I’ll let you in on another little secret. While I might be the one pi

My cock is rock hard in my pants from his assertion, and from the heat and shock flaring in his eyes, he feels it too. Taking advantage of his momentarily stu

His breaths come out in short spurts as his eyes lock on mine, a battle of emotion raging behind them. I grind my dick against his leg and I’m thrilled when I feel his start to thicken behind his jeans as well.

“Because it’s simple, really. You’re not immune to me, no matter how much you wish you were. You might hate yourself for it, you might not be able to handle it and what it means about who you are as a person. But make no mistake about it, baby. You won’t be able to fight it for long, I’ll make sure of that.”

Rain squirms under my stare and I smirk, fully aware it pops my dimples. When his eyes flash to them, then move to my lips, I know I’ve got him right where I want him. Putting one hand on the wall next to his head, I slide the other between us and cup his length over his pants.

Thick and long and damn near fucking perfect.

Like it was made for me.

Using the palm and heel of my hand, I stroke his dick through the rough material, loving the way it feels in my grip, even with layers separating our skin. I’d be lying if I said I’m not dying to unzip him and take him in my mouth right here and now. If we had the coverage of nightfall, I most definitely would.

Guess you could say I’m somewhat of an exhibitionist.

I’m so fucking turned on its painful, but I grind against his hip to alleviate some of the building arousal. My mouth meets his jaw, and I lick and kiss and nip a path back to his ear and down his throat.

Then something happens.

But what surprises me isn’t the hiss that comes through his clenched teeth or the groan rumbling from deep within his chest. It’s the way his hips rock with the movement of my hand, proving my theory has been right all along.

He’s just as desperate for this as I am.

Gri

“I’m determined to get my mouth on you again. On your chest. Your hips. Your cock. It’s driving me fucking insane how much I want you,” I declare, nibbling on his lobe. “But more than that? I can’t wait to have you at my mercy.” My tongue flicks the shell of his ear. “I meant it when I told you I would bring you to your fucking knees. And when it happens, it’ll be my cock down your throat. Because you know that’s what will happen. Sooner or later.”

I squeeze his dick as best I can, my fingers digging into the denim of his jeans, and he moans.

Fuck. That sound goes straight to my cock and I’m embarrassingly close to coming in my damn pants like a preteen.

“And when I fuck you? When I get to sink into that tight ass of yours and fill you with my cum? Goddamn, you’re going to be fucking ruined. You’ll never want anyone else. That is my promise to you.”

Pulling back, I find Rain’s head bowed back against the wall, his eyes closed as our bodies grind together. The look on his face, pure agonizing bliss, tells me he’s close to bursting.

Just where I want him.

“Just know this. I won’t give my cock to you until you’re begging for it.” Leaning forward, my mouth centimeters from his, I remove my attention from his cock and take his face in my palms. His groans in protest, his eyes snapping open to meet my gaze. I press my body in further against his, our cocks aligning and causing the most exquisite pressure.

“Because baby, unlike you, I don’t take that unless it’s willingly given.”

With his lips so close, I’m tempted to have a taste once and for fucking all. But I know if I do, there is a very real and highly likely chance he will leave my ass here and go back to the cabin on his own. That’s not exactly a hike, or a risk, I want to take.

Pulling away when I know he’s right fucking there—because I am, too—is like tearing a limb from my body, but I can’t give him anything more.

Not until he realizes this playing field isn’t as uneven as he thinks it is. He isn’t superior to me, he doesn’t get to belittle me and then get off.

Not again.

And it’s time to remind him of that.

Pushing away from him, I lock him with a glare as his eyes harden into pools of frozen amber.

He doesn’t even offer me a backwards glance as he storms past me, hopping on the four wheeler and starting it. I half expect him to drive away, so I’m shell-shocked when the next sentence comes from his mouth.

“Get on the fucking ATV so we can go home.”