Follow the River

I’m begi

He’s all fucking mine.

With a grunt of satisfaction in knowing I’m about to be balls deep inside him, I remove my fingers from him. A shudder wracks his body and his head snaps up.

His chest is heaving, and his eyes narrow into slits before he bites out, “That is the exact fucking opposite of more.”

I can’t help it, I fucking burst out laughing at his little meltdown, a huge grin taking over my face. Which, of course, only causes him to frown harder. But his eyes soften, so at least he isn’t actually pissed at me for stopping when he must’ve been close to coming.

Instead, a small smirk plays at his lips as his dart between mine. “You should do that more often.”

I quirk a brow, gripping the base of my dick and swiping it up and down his crack tauntingly. “Stop when you ask for more?”

“Fucking laugh, you jackass,” he rasps as his body squirms, pressing toward me as best he can. I keep myself from sliding home into his tight ass, despite the urge flooding me. Even though it just about kills me.

“Maybe you should make me then, yeah, Riv?” I continue teasing my length against the puckered hole before aligning myself with it, ready to drive into pure bliss.

“The only thing I want to make you do right now is fuck me.”

And with that, he wraps his legs around my hips and impales himself on my cock. We groan in unison, delirious with how damn good it feels to be joined like this.

I could spend the rest of my life inside his ass and it wouldn’t be enough time.

“Move,” he commands as he attempts to sit up, but my hand flies out to his chest to keep him down on his back.

“You’re not the one in charge here,” I tell him, sliding my forearms back under each knee, my hands finding hold on his hips as I give a powerful thrust forward. His hands claw at the edge of the counter above his head. Gripping for dear life as I start pounding into him.

My balls seize for a moment and I internally curse. I need to focus on not coming prematurely like a goddamn preteen at each pump of my hips and every clench of his ass around my cock.

River’s head hits the counter as his back arches with each swipe I make over the tiny button inside him, unleashing the rawest, impassioned sounds from his lips. Those moans only spur me on, fucking him with quick, confident strokes. Tightening the grip I have on his hips to a bruising level, we build and climb towards ecstasy.

“Fuck, you feel too damn good,” I pant, using my shoulder to wipe the sweat from my brow as I slow, rolling my hips and bottoming out inside him.

River’s eyes roll back in his skull as one hand moves from his grip on the counter to grasp his own cock. My eyes latch onto the sight of him stroking himself in time with my movements, fucking his fist like I’m fucking him. A small bead of precum gathers at his tip after a few minutes, glistening in the light and taunting the hell out of me.

It makes my mouth water and for the first time…the thought doesn’t have me in a fit of rage.

So I don’t know if it is the high I’m riding from being balls deep inside River or if I’ve gone completely insane, but before I can think twice, I lean forward and lap at the tip of his cock. The salty tang of cum hits my tongue instantly, shooting a bolt of desire down my spine as his hips jerk off the counter.

The first thought that processes through my brain is…I want more.

And I don’t care how fucking wrong it is.

My eyes shoot up to his face to find him watching me, his heated gaze scorching me from the inside out. The haze clouding his eyes overwhelm me with the most powerful feeling I’ve ever known. Holding his eyes in place with my own, I continue to fuck him. I’m still bent over his body, each pant and sigh leaving my mouth caresses his cock, causing it to twitch.

At that small movement, lust overtakes me, allowing me to flick my tongue over his tip again. Keeping my eyes trained on his, I watch as he finally submits to the control I have over him. I’ve never felt this level of dominance over someone.

“Suck it, baby,” he moans, his smoky voice raw with lust.

My tongue swirls around the head of his dick before taking him deeper into my mouth. Not much deeper, seeing as I’m not that flexible, but it seems to be working for him based on the rumbles coming from his chest as his head hits the counter once again.

A gravelly fuckkkkkkkk leaves him and I smile around his cock.

Yeah, no fucking kidding.

My hips keep pistoning, now in more sporadic strokes, while my lips and tongue work the first couple inches of his length. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck hard, letting my tongue play with the underside of the head. It’s driving him fucking wild based on the way he’s clawing at the counter. Which only spurs me on more, leading me to close my eyes and give into the task of sending him to fucking heaven via my cock and mouth while he continues to stroke himself.

And fuck me. The way he takes control of his own pleasure, owning it with confidence and ease…I’m in fucking awe.

I feel the tip of his erection twitch in my mouth, a surefire signal he’s close to finishing, when one of his hands grips my trapezius and squeezes.

Realizing what he’s trying to tell me, I give him one final suck before releasing, leaving him to pump his entire shaft as he pleases.

“Fuck me,” he demands, his eyes wild with passion as he starts jacking himself faster, the muscles of his abs straining with effort. The hand that was on my neck finds its way to my waist and he tugs me to him, emphasizing his request.

Tightening my grip on his hips, I fuck him mercilessly. Grinding. Climbing. Chasing my climax as his tight cha

“Shit,” he groans, licking his lips as his eyes flash to mine, holding steady as he continues to work himself. The sight sends me over the edge right behind him, spilling my cum into the condom while I’m lodged deep in his ass.

“Fuck, Riv,” I breathe, slowing my thrusts dramatically, every ounce of semen is milked from my body by his tremors.

And when I stop all together, I’m left a sweating, panting mess.

My hands leave his hips, gripping the edge of the counter as I gasp for breath. I pull from his body slowly, my head bowed over him as I attempt to calm my erratic heartbeat.

What the hell just happened?

River’s palms grab each side of my face, causing me to start. He yanks my head up, making room for him to move into a sitting position. My heart clenches at the sight of the dopiest, sated smile on his face before he leans in and places a rough, chaste kiss on my lips.

No tongue, no teeth.

Just his lips on mine and for some reason…it feels more intimate than the fuckhot sex that happened not more than a few minutes ago.

He rests his forehead against mine after he withdraws, our breath and sweat mixing together as we continue to come down from the high of our orgasms. Reaching down, he rolls the condom off my softening cock, tying it off and placing it on the counter beside him.

“I meant it, you know,” he tells me after a couple minutes, pulling back to look at my face. The expression on his… I can’t place it. But whatever it is, I’m sure it has everything to do with this bridge between enemies and lovers just having been dismantled entirely.