“Fuck no. Please do that again. With three fingers.”
I did, and River’s reaction was the same. Every time my fingers brushed over the spongy button inside, he completely lost it.
“Fuck, that’s your prostate, isn’t it?”
He nodded, biting his lower lip, his breath coming in short bursts. “I’m ready. Fuck, I’m so ready, baby.”
“Are you sure?”
He nodded, and with a trembling hand, I suited up and aligned with his body. The push into him was slow, deliberate, forcing me to take in every shred of sensation—the scorching heat, the velvety tightness. It was unlike anything I had ever felt, this overwhelming sense of rightness as I became part of him in the most intimate way.
“Adam…” he whispered, his voice cracking on my name. As I began to move, I realized this wasn’t just physical. Every thrust into him was the culmination of every unspoken word, every shared glance was the beginning of something irreversible, and I never wanted it to end.
We fell into a rhythm punctuated by the sound of skin slapping against skin while the rest of the world faded away.
“Adam,” he gasped, his voice hitching as I hit that perfect spot inside him, “it’s…incredible.”
“I feel it too, River. Fuck, I feel it.” All those years of friendship were funneling into this singular moment, transforming into something deeper, something fierce and unbreakable.
Fuck. I want to feel him inside me too.
I wanted to know how it felt to have River move inside me, his strong body over mine, claiming me. But as I watched his expression flicker between delight and sheer bliss, I realized that before I got there, I needed to give this to him.
I adjusted my angle, seeking that perfect depth, as River threw his head back. He held on to my arms, and my eyes narrowed on his beautiful tattoo of the coffee molecule peeking out from under his left arm. Chemistry. It seemed oddly fitting because we had plenty of it.
“Keep going,” he urged, his legs tightening around me.
And I did. I lost myself in the push and pull, the heat, the friction, and the mounting pressure at the base of my spine. Soon, my moans matched his, echoing off the walls of his bedroom.
“River, I’m—” I couldn’t even finish the sentence. The world narrowed to the explosive sensation ripping through me, drawing out my orgasm. It hit me like a tidal wave, intense and all-consuming. His body tensed beneath me as he followed suit.
We were panting, sweating, our hearts beating wildly out of sync yet somehow perfectly aligned. Collapsing beside him, I reached for his hand, intertwining our fingers.
“Thank you,” I whispered as I kissed every knuckle on his hand. “that was more than perfect.” I wanted to say more, but the only words I had for how I felt were way too big.
Whether as friends or lovers, we’d crossed a threshold tonight.
“You have no idea how perfect it was for me, baby,” he whispered, his voice stuck in his throat, and there it was, that endearment that made my heart sing every time he called me that.
He'd orchestrated the perfect date. We’d laughed with new friends, bonding over our shared Portuguese heritage, which River had experienced first-hand with my family.
It’d been thoughtful, so damn thoughtful, in the way only River could manage.
“Today was amazing,” I said as I got rid of the condom and stepped into the bathroom to grab a towel to clean the mess we made. No way I was changing the sheets again.
“Because it was with you,” he replied when I lay beside him. He wrapped his arms around me tight, like he never wanted to let me go.
“This scares me, you know?” I confessed.
“It scares me too, Adam. More than you know.”
27
RIVER
“Are you awake?” Adam whispered against my chest.
“I am now.”
