Follow the River

“Making art.”

Cool paint slides and squishes under my knees as I run my tongue up his length, from taint to tip, sucking the head into my mouth while my fingers lightly feather up the back of his calves and knees, causing him to shudder. I suck him slowly for a few seconds before popping off and dipping my hands into the paint below me.

The urge to brand him as mine in any way I can is raging through me like a tidal wave, and I allow it to take over my senses.

Bringing my paint covered hands back up, I grip the backs of his thighs just below his ass in my palms. I lean up further on my knees, licking down the V of his hips with the flat of my tongue and then up the other side the way I know he loves, paying special attention to the ink on his left hip. Biting at the skin there, I pull it with my teeth, causing his cock to jump beside my face. When I release and pull away, I see the tiny white crescents from my teeth indenting his golden skin.

Imprinting him.

I want to mark every part of him as mine. Every damn inch.

With my teeth.

My tongue.

My hands.

Mine.

And he is fucking mine. I don’t give two shits if he’s “out” or if we make it official or if I have to wait until he is ready to give this a real shot.

He. Is. Mine.

Licking his cock again with a long, slow brush of my tongue, I keep my eyes on his face. His attention is fixated on me, kneeling before him, vulnerable and submissive.

“Put your cock in my mouth, baby,” I say with a husky demand, causing his brows to quirk. I smirk at him, knowing full well he’ll listen, even when he is seemingly the one with the power.

You have no idea how wrong you are, baby. I might be on my knees for you, but you’re about to see what it’s like to completely lose control.

He wars with himself for a whole three seconds.

And then the underside of his dick is sliding a long my tongue into my mouth.

My hands knead the backs of his thighs before using my grip to take his cock deeper into my throat. Rain groans above me, sliding his hands into my hair to help me take him even further, his cock twitching when I moan around it.

Fuck, I love having my mouth on him.

I continue to work him over, my head bobbing on his length in fast, shallow passes before slipping into the back of my throat, licking and sucking every damn inch. My teeth run gently back up his length and it makes him go wild.

His grip on my hair gets harder as he begins thrusting into my mouth, panting and groaning while I cup his balls, kneading them with my paint covered hands, careful to avoid his ass.

“I’m close, Riv,” Rain grunts as he continues to fuck my face. “Where do you want me?”

I remove my hands from him to pat my sternum with my fingertips and he’s quick to follow, pulling out of my mouth and stroking himself through his climax, coating my chest and pecs with his release.

“Shit, what are you doing to me?” Rain growls and drops to his knees in front of me, taking my face in his palms and kisses me, rough and passionate. One hand moves down between us, grasping my dick firmly before giving it a couple fast tugs. He nibbles on my jaw before licking his way down to my collarbone as my fingers graze down his back.

“Put your cum on my cock,” I tell him with closed eyes, lost in the sensation of his mouth and his hands on me. His mouth pauses for a brief second as he processes my request.

His fingers are ru

“Stand back up and turn around,” I murmur, needing his hand off me so I don't blow a load before I even get inside him.

This time he obeys without hesitation.

I grip his taut ass in my palms, spreading his cheeks to expose his puckered hole to me. I’ve never done this before, but fuck it, I dive in, my tongue caressing the tight bud. And surprisingly, I find eating ass isn’t unpleasant at all. Flicking the tip of my tongue against him, I feel him shiver.

“Fuck. Babe,” he pants.

He fucking likes it.

That only spurs me on more.

I spread his cheeks wider, continue lapping at his ass, slipping my tongue inside him, coating him with saliva the best I can. There’s no way I’m not about to break away, covered in paint, to try to find a bottle of lube in my own bedroom.

Rain’s body continues to shake and I can’t fucking take it anymore.

I need to be inside him.

Pulling away, I move to sit back on the canvas covering the ground, slippery with a mixture of blue and green and teal.

Rain gazes down at me, a concoction of fear and excitement present in his eyes.

“Come here, baby,” I demand softly, a smile spread across my face as I lean back with my hands sliding through the paint below me. “Come slip my cock in your ass and ride me.”

This time, I do see uncertainty cross his handsome face, but I do my best to give him all the reassurance I can with my eyes.

I love you.

Whatever he sees, he trusts, because he steps over me before kneeling down, straddling my torso.

Along with eating ass, I’ve never topped another guy from the bottom before either. Tonight is a night of firsts, it seems.

Then again, it’s not every day you realize you’re in fucking love with most beautifully infuriating man you’ve ever met.

I lean back further on my forearms, the chill of the paint on my skin sending goosebumps across my skin. Rain grips my dick, still slick with his cum, and before I have time to think or fucking breathe, he lets out as shaky breath and sinks down on my cock. He lets out a low hiss as he takes my entire length in him for only the second time. Using my abs to sit up, I run my hands across his chest, his arms, his stomach, leaving behind smears of color.

Fucking beautiful.

And so goddamn perfect.

After adjusting, Rain begins to move above me, fucking himself on my cock. Riding me like he was made to do just that.

Probably because he was.

My cock slides in and out of Rain’s ass with ease, and I grip his hips in my hands and help him move up and down on me, enjoying every moment of being inside him.

“Just like that,” Rain gasps, shifting his hips so my dick will scrape against that spot of pure bliss inside him.

He’s so incredibly brave.

So strong.

I want him to love this, to take back his pleasure from that fucking cocksucker who stole his i

But more importantly, I want him to want to love this.

Humans were built to find pleasure in sex, but for victims of assault, they question the ecstasy that comes with it. They can feel guilt over their enjoyment.

I don’t want that for him anymore.

Because I love fucking him.

Almost as much as I fucking love him.

“More,” he moans roughly as he continues to move on my shaft.

“Take what you need, Rain,” I say breathlessly.

My hands continue to frantically drift over his body as I watch in awe as he uses me for his own pleasure. I trace the planes of his muscles, leaving streaks of blue, green, and teal in their wake across his skin. He seems to pick up on my goal to paint every available inch of him, so he joins in, sliding his hands through the paint below us before gripping my shoulders and sliding his palms down my arms.