Follow the River

“Later,” I growl, begi

Fuck.

This is the first time I’ve touched him.

A shudder of pleasure racks my body when I pull his cock free, getting close enough so I can grasp my own dick in my palm too, like he did out by the shed. I give us two slow vertical strokes, loving the way it feels to have his cock pressed to mine.

Why does something so wrong have to feel so good?

“I need to fuck you,” I tell him while he drives me insane, still biting and sucking at my neck.

“Then fuck me,” he murmurs against my skin before pulling back to aim a self-satisfied grin at me. “Preferably with lube this time.”

I can’t help but smirk. “Go get it, jackass. Since you were so sure enough of yourself to buy it in the first place.”

He just laughs and I can’t stop staring at him. His chiseled jaw, those dimples that could win wars, and his lips. God, my eyes are glued to them. He quickly grabs his wallet from off the counter, fishing out a condom and packet of lube, tossing them both at me. Being the star wide receiver I am, I catch them with ease and glance up at him.

“Jesus Christ, were you a boy scout or something?”

“It pays to be prepared,” he grins, pulling my mouth back to his with a grip on the front of my throat.

He sure can fucking kiss.

River breaks away and finishes undressing quickly, shucking all his clothes in any which direction while I slide out of my own jeans.

And then I take a minute to really admire his body.

Sure, I’ve seen him in only a towel plenty of times in the locker room and his back half naked the one time in the shower a little over a week ago.

But I’m allowed to look this time.

His chest and arms are perfectly sculpted, hard and smooth in all the right places. A couple tattoos run down his left arm in sporadic placement, and though I’ve seen them easily a hundred times at this point, I can’t help but stare. There’s a small cross on his i

On his ribs, I see a quote in script.

Into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.

I move my gaze down his torso and over his abs. They ripple and flex under my perusal, forcing my eyes down further, to his cock. It stands at attention, long and thick and just as fucking perfect as the last time I saw it. It jumps suddenly, as if sensing my thoughts, and my eyes fly up to meet River’s.

He wears nothing but an arrogant smirk on his face.

I frown. “If you say anything stupid, I promise, you’re going to regret it.”

He lets out a throaty laugh before ripping the condom from my hands, tearing open the foil and rolling the latex over my cock. “I was going to offer that you could take a picture, since it’ll last longer.”

I roll my eyes as I open the packet of lube, applying a generous amount to my length.

This time, despite my threat, I don’t have any desire to hurt him.

I want to be the only one making him feel good.

“How do you want me?”

I bite my lip and glance around the open floorplan of the cabin, but my attention keeps snapping back to the kitchen island.

“Up here,” I command, patting the stone countertop.

River doesn’t waste a moment, hopping up, only to let out a hiss as his bare ass hits the cool surface. But then he laughs and pulls me between his legs. His mouth is on mine again in an instant, molding against the shape of my lips, his tongue dancing with mine.

I could drown in him, in the euphoria of being like this with him.

But that doesn’t mean it’s not confusing as shit.

Slipping my fingers into his hair, I tug his head back and trail soft, wet kisses down his throat, my tongue flicking out against his Adam’s apple.

“Lean back,” I mumble against him, pressing my palm against the warm skin of his pecs, forcing his back against the counter. My fingers dance over his chest and abs, relishing in the way his muscles tense under my touch.

A low groan slides past his lips when I trail the pad of my index finger down his length from tip to base. “Stop fucking teasing me.”

Chuckling softly, I grip his hips and shift his body to where I want it, his ass at the edge of the counter, the backs of his knees draped over my forearms. “You think that was teasing? Oh Riv, you’re in for a rude awakening.” After slicking two fingers with the lube on my sheathed cock, I slip my hand under him and tease his crack, coating his hole before easing the tip of my index finger inside him.

He’s hot and tight, making my dick ache to be inside him again and actually be able to enjoy it this time.

Not that the shower wasn’t intoxicating in its own right. Hate fucks are pleasurable, the undeniable charge in the air is something that only comes from pure, unfiltered lust.

But right now, taking our time and learning each other’s bodies? It’s just…more. Seeing someone in their most vulnerable state and knowing you are the one who holds the power to make them quake in fucking ecstasy. That is when true chemistry is formed between two people. That is real fucking pleasure.

River starts to squirm as I begin pumping the single digit in and out of him, slow and tantalizing. Curling my finger to brush along his prostate on every downward stroke.

I drop to my knees in front of him, letting his legs dangle over my shoulders and trace my lips up his i

“Jesus Christ, my toes are tingling,” he gasps when both fingers rub against the hidden button of pleasure inside him. Continuing to nibble at his skin, licking each and every little bite mark I leave behind, River shoots into a sitting position. His hands twist into my hair and he uses his hold to anchor my head in place. “You’re fucking killing me.”

Smirking, I lick his hip. “Don’t die on me now, Riv. I haven’t even gotten to the good part.” My taunts spread warm breath across the sensitive skin near his groin.

He shivers, his foggy gaze meeting mine. With quick lashes of my tongue over his V, his hips, I work my fingers faster. Eyes locked on him, watching every intake of breath and heave of his chest, I press him back into the counter again, forcing him to release my head.

“More,” he pants, bearing down on my hand, fucking himself harder with every twist and thrust of his hips. “I need more.”

I bite his skin, harder this time, in an attempt to keep from smiling.

Patience, Riv. They call it a virtue for a reason.

Rising back up to a standing position, I slide my arm under his knee again and spread him wider before me. For a brief moment, I watch him while his eyes are closed. His body moves in rhythm with my hand in the way we always seem to be in sync.

And I’ve never been this turned on in my entire life.

River’s body is a masterpiece, sculpted and molded after Adonis himself. Something I’ve been desperate not to notice up until this point, yet always did.

But it’s not just his body. It’s fucking all of him.

His intelligence and quick wit. The sharpness of his tongue when he lays into me, letting me have a taste of my own medicine. When he smiles and laughs and is fucking secure and honest with who he is. And while I’m insanely jealous of that freedom, it might also be the biggest turn on of all.