“He … he got his fingers nice and wet then pulled them free, toying with my clit.” Royal does just that. He works his fingers in and out of me slowly until his fingers are soaked before pulling them free and finding my clit. At first, he’s easy, circling it slow. Then he speeds up, and I find myself rocking into his touch.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper.
“What happened next?” he asks.
“Royal,” I whisper his name, and a growl leaves his throat.
“What happened next, River?”
“Oh my God.”
“River,” he warns.
“I … I … I came for him,” I admit.
“Then do it. Come for me,” Royal tells me. His fingers press a little harder and move a little faster until it happens. My core clenches, and I let go, releasing.
“Royal!” I cry out his name as his finger keeps working my clit. Finally, he slows down, dipping his fingers back inside me. I’m gasping for air, trying to wrap my head around what just happened.
Royal pulls his hand free from my shorts and brings his fingers to his mouth. I watch him slip them inside and lick them clean.
“Was that how it went in your dream?” he asks me, his eyes dancing with lust.
I nod my head slowly as he watches me. Just as I’m about to say something else, the door opens, and Jeremy walks in. Royal doesn’t look away from me even as Jeremy talks to him. He just answers, keeping his eyes locked with mine.
“We’ve been held up in here for days. Don’t you want to go out?” I hear Jeremy ask Royal. Only now does he pull his eyes from mine.
“Where do you want to go?”
“There’s a party over on the south end tonight. Thought we could drop in,” he says.
“Fine with me,” Royal tells him. He sits up and stretches as I look at him. His muscles cord tightly as he shifts before he leapsoff the bed and starts doing push-ups. I’ve watched him for days after the fight. He always works out, at least twice a day.
“What about you? You up for a little party?” Jeremy asks me. I look over at him and nod my head.
“I’ve never been to a real party,” I tell him.
“Wasn’t that a party at your house the other night?” Jeremy asks.
“Yeah, but that was different. That was to entertain people.”
“You’ve never just partied before?” he asks as I shake my head. A smile tugs across his face as he looks at me. “Then you’re about to have a great time.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“You will,” Royal chimes in now. I glance over and see him licking his lips, and fuck does it look so good.
“I’m not good at that stuff,” I admit.
“It’s a party, River. Nothing to be good at. Just let go and have fun,” Jeremy adds. I nod my head, and we all go about getting showered and dressed. My mind keeps reeling with what Royal did to me. The thought of him touching me again crosses my mind more than once while I’m getting ready. I look at myself in the mirror with only a little eyeliner on and wonder if I look good enough to go. My father always made sure my mother had me looking perfect as far as makeup and clothing went.
I walk out of the bathroom when Royal walks over to me and grabs the hem of my t-shirt. He tears the bottom off, making it a cut-off shirt that’s shorter than anything I’ve ever worn before.
“What the hell was that for?” I snap.
“You want to fit in or stick out?”
“Fit in, I guess,” I tell him.
