Follow the River

My hips buck on reflex when the tip hits the back of his throat. He takes advantage of the movement, begi

It burns at the first intrusion in years, but it doesn’t hurt. Slowly, I allow myself to sink down on it completely, both of us moaning at the sensation.

Fuck, even with the burning, I forgot how good this can feel.

River slides in his second finger, working me open for him while taking my cock deep into his throat. His head bobs up and down a few more times, allowing nearly all my length into his mouth before he presses the pads of his fingers on that little button inside me at the same time he lightly scrapes his teeth against the underside of my cock on the upstroke.

My toes start to tingle, and I see fucking stars.

“Abhai

Just lost in him.

River rubs against my prostate and takes me deep, sucking hard, and I can’t hold on any longer. I bear down on his fingers as hot cum spurts from my cock, harder and faster than a bottle rocket, sliding down his throat. He keeps sucking me and fucking me with his hand, milking every last ounce of cum from my orgasm and I swear to God, I lose all feeling in both my legs.

“Oh, shit,” I pant as he pops off my cock and brushes kisses against my hips.

My mind is blank, and my entire body is in bliss while River leans over and sheathes himself with a condom, smearing the latex with copious amounts of lube. He leans down and presses a kiss to my lips before settling himself back between my legs, the tip of his cock pressing against my hole.

And just like that, I’m on full alert once again. Except this time, it’s not panic or fear.

It’s anticipation. Desire. Need.

My cock is already begi

Having him is like taking your first hit of weed or line of blow. You didn’t know what to expect from it, but fuck, the high sure does make you feel on top of the world.

“Are you sure?” he asks softly.

“Please, I need to feel you. I’m fucking begging you.”

Even in the darkness, I can see him smile and his eyes light up as he slowly presses his hips forward, crowning me.

The burning begins again, seeing as his cock is much larger than his fingers, and I wince, breathing deep through clenched teeth.

Slowly, painfully fucking slowly, River continues to sink into me until he bottoms out, hips flush against my ass.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I groan, feeling so full of him.

His cock, yes. But also just… him. I’m begi

Including what’s left of my heart.

“You gotta move,” I plead, desperate for more friction.

He leans down, our hot breaths mixing as our lips brush against each other. “What did I say about who’s in charge?” he asks, still unmoving.

“River,” I start, but he cuts me off.

“Who is in charge tonight, Rain? Who has their cock in your ass? Who is about to fuck you?”

“You. You are,” I tell him, not giving one flying fuck about relinquishing control to him. Tonight, I’ll submit. I already know I’ll love every minute of it.

He can have whatever he wants, I’ll gladly give it to him.

My obedience is rewarded with his mouth crashing into mine. He nips at my lip as he begins moving inside me in long, slow stokes. I pant into his mouth, loving the way his cock feels deep in my ass while our tongues tangle.

Nothing in the world could ruin this moment.

The sky could come crashing to the ground and it wouldn’t make a dent in the blissful bubble we’re in right now.

River moves his hips more quickly, building up speed and I find myself lifting my hips, desperate to meet him thrust for thrust. Every brush of his cock against my prostate shoots lightning up my spine and straight to my brain.

It’s never been like this.

Full of passion and emotion and… hell.

Love.

His movements become jerkier and more sporadic, so I know he must be getting close. I grasp my dick between us and begin tugging it in tandem with each stroke of his cock, but as soon as River takes notice he bats my hand away, gripping my length in his palm.

“Your orgasms are mine,” he tells me, leaning back and fucking me with reckless abandon, his hips slamming against my ass cheeks. “I’m the one who gets you off.”

“Yes,” I huff, pleasure sailing through me. “You. Only you.”

River grabs my hip, his other hand still stroking me, and fucks me harder and faster and deeper.

Needy. Damn near frenzied.

His thumb spreads the cum leaking from the head of my dick around the tip before rubbing against that spot right under the head as his cock makes pass after pass on my prostate. I can’t stop myself. I go off again, my entire being sent into a state of pure ecstasy as cum bursts from me, coating my torso.

River lets out a throaty groan as he finds his own climax, his thrusts slowing dramatically. Soon, he stops moving completely, just leans down to kiss me softly before pressing his forehead to mine.

Our sweat and breaths mix, our pounding hearts trying desperately to come back to Earth.

After kissing me again, soft and sweet, River eases out of me and climbs off my body. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

I hear the sound of a toilet flushes down the hall and the sink ru

Which is not River-like at all.

“Hey,” I say, grasping his chin in my hand. “What’s wrong?”

He bites his lip, glancing away. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

I huff out a laugh. “No, babe. I loved every second of it.”

He visibly relaxes and finishes cleaning me off before discarding the cloth on the ground beside us. Slipping under the blankets again, he lays on his side to face me, so I mirror his pose. I reach out and take his hand in mine, keeping my eyes locked on our hands while I play with his fingers.

“Thank you for trusting me,” I hear River whisper after a few minutes. “I know that was probably the hardest thing you’ve ever done after what he did to you.”

Thoughts of my stepfather cause me to stiffen.

River is nothing like that man.

River’s kind and caring and loving and everything that he isn’t.

Everything I’m not.

“I don’t want to be like him,” I whisper, allowing my worst thoughts to be brought to light as I look up to meet his aqua gaze.

“You aren’t anything like him.”

“Yes I am. I was. That first time in the shower,” My next words catch in my throat. “I raped you.”

“No,” he says immediately, his voice firm. “We’ve talked about this, Rain. At Christmas. I never said no. I never asked you to stop.”

He’s right, of course. Doesn’t mean I don’t carry that burden with me every single day though.

“That might be true, but it was close enough.”

River looks like he wants to disagree at first, but then he nods slowly. I see it written all over his face, how much torment I put him through that morning not even four weeks ago.

“I’m still so fucking sorry, Abhai