“Keep going,” I urged when his fingers probed deeper. “I’ve been…practicing,” I admitted, feeling a blush creeping over my skin.
“What have you been doing?” he asked, his voice hoarse with lust.
“Using my fingers, toys…”
He growled like the thought of me practicing to be with him reached a level deep inside him.
“Baby, you make me so hard for you. Can you feel it?”
I nodded as he pressed his cock against my thigh. Thickness that would soon be filling me up.
My breath caught as he breached me with his fingers.
“I’ll go slow, okay?” he reassured.
I nodded. “Not too slow.”
I was already feeling the heat creep up my body. When I said I’d been practicing, I’d meant it. All the times Noah had waxed lyrical about prostate orgasms, I’d thought he was messing with me.
I’d already seen River’s reaction to me pressing on his prostate first-hand, but when I’d probed my little bundle of nerves with a toy I’d bought, I’d seen stars.
And then I’d counted myself lucky for having waited until Lex and Emery were out before I’d experimented because I hadn’t been quiet.
“Adam,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “Look at you. How you’re taking my fingers so beautifully. You’re going to love having my cock inside you, aren’t you?”
“Fuck, yes.” I couldn’t wait. I pushed back against his fingers. “More, River, please,” I pleaded, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
I felt the absence of his fingers, but soon, his lubed cock pressed against my hole. I relaxed, ready for the bigger intrusion.
River held my leg higher on his waist, opening me. “Next time we do this, I want to see my cock going in and out of your hole, baby. I want to see you stretching around me. But today, I want to see your face as I fill you with my cum.”
“How is that dirty talk so fucking sexy?”
“Welcome to River 2.0, the boyfriend edition. I’m going to look after you so good, baby, you’ll never want anyone else.”
“Fuuuck…” I cried as he filled me slowly. It was so much better than the toys or my fingers.
River’s eyes locked on my face just like he’d promised, so I didn’t need to ask him to move because he read my body like it was his favorite book.
Heat coiled in my belly, passion spiraling out of control as we moved together, gasping and moaning.
“Fuck, Adam, you feel so good, so incredibly tight.”
Our rhythm grew erratic, frenzied, as we chased the precipice that promised sweet oblivion. With each pass of River’s cock over my prostate, I lost the ability to talk or even think. My body was coiled and ready to explode.
“River,” I cried, unable to give him more than a few seconds warning.
He didn’t stop thrusting in and out of me, drawing out my orgasm for what felt like forever, swallowing my cries with his mouth as he pushed in one last time and came inside me.
Afterward, we clung to each other, chests heaving, unwilling to let go, our eyes locked. Even as I felt River’s release drip down my leg, there was no ick, no shame, just the rightness of having a little bit of my person inside me, and he had been my person in one way or another since we were five.
Lying in the tangled bedding, I traced the line of River’s collarbone with a finger still trembling from exertion. The room was thick with the heady scent of sex, and the air conditioner hummed quietly. His chest rose and fell against mine in a comforting rhythm.
“Baby,” he murmured, “does this mean you’re moving back?”
“My bag is in the car already. If you’re okay with moving this fast, I’d love to live with you.”
He laughed. “Fast? Fast implies a suddenness, an unpreparedness. Adam, I’ve been ready since I discovered my sexuality wasn’t just a part of who I am. It’s intrinsically connected to you, Adam Spencer.”
