I chuckle, “Spread your thighs, princess, open up for me.”
Her knees push further apart, and I look down between us, where the head of me is buried inside of her and slowly, I inch forward, sinking inside of her at a pace torturous to us both. She’s so fucking tight and wet and warm, her body stretching to fit mine.
“Look how good you take me, princess,” I breathe out harshly, almost inside to the hilt.
“River, please,” She writhes.
“Shh,” I soothe, pulling back before I thrust back inside. She cries out, her nails curling into the carpet as I do it again, and again. Fuck she feels so fucking good. I need to be closer.
Dropping down, I lay my body over hers, arms on either side of her head and then capture her mouth as I fuck her slow but hard, thrusting into her hard enough, her body jolts beneath mine. She moans into my mouth, the taste of it like the sweetest honey, addictive, like a damn drug I’ll never get enough of. Her hands cling to my arms as I continue to move, rolling my hips so I can grind into her pussy at the same time.
I can’t get enough of her.
My tongue strokes inside of her mouth as her body begins to tremble, pussy contracting around my cock. I feel every damn twitch, making it hard to continue when the pleasure zaps down my spine.
“I need you to come for me, baby,” I rasp, “Fuck I need to feel you come all over my cock.” I reach between us; my teeth grazing across her bottom lip and pinch her clit between my fingers. She gasps, so fucking sensitive and I continue to play while I thrust and then she detonates, and I see stars.
“Fuccckkkkk,” I groan, “Shit baby, you’re so fucking tight when you come.”
“Oh god,” She cries, and her orgasm draws mine from me. My thrusts turn jerky as I spill myself inside of her. Spent, breathless and exhausted, I gently pull out of her, disposing of the condom before I pull her into me.
It’s getting harder and harder to resist her.
But when this is all said and done, what’s going to be left of either of us?
Chapter Thirty
Iwalk at River’s side toward the track, and the Plymouth we’d driven down here in. It had been in the garage for maintenance so hadn’t been driven and I knew River was looking forward to getting behind the wheel. I knew I was excited too. I’ve been wanting to since he first took me around the track at the last race.
Zara and Jake are already waiting by Jake’s 1969 Camero. She hugs me when she sees me, her eyes bouncing between River and me. I see the concern, the way her brows lower as she thinks of what to say or ask but I don’t give her room to and say hello to Jake. I know she doesn’t like River all that much, but I don’t know why. Maybe I’ll ask her when we have a minute alone so we can figure it out.
“River,” I hear a girl call his name and turn to see Sadie walking up to us and she’s alone, no Rach in sight. I didn’t realize I was so nervous to see her until just now. “Hey,” She says when she makes it to us, “Logan Junior is with gramps, so I have anight off!” Her smile is bright, but I can’t help but notice the exhaustion under her eyes and remember she has a young child.
“He good?” River asks her, giving her a one-armed hug and frowning at the same shadows I noticed.
“Been a bit feverish last couple days,” She shrugs, “Over it now but phew, I feel like I haven’t slept in a week.”
“Why didn’t you call?” River demands.
I remain silent throughout their conversation though I am wondering who Sadie is to River. I like her, she’s nice and their relationship only appears friendly.
“Because you got shit to do yourself, River,” Sadie shakes her head and then turns her attention to me, “Hi, Marly.”
I give her a little awkward wave.
“You gonna race?” River asks her.
“You’re damn straight, I’m going to race. You know how long it’s been since I went round this track?” She grins.
“You race?” I ask, awed by that new piece of news.
“His brother taught me all that I know,” Her eyes get a little glazed as she says it, “I might even give this little shit a run for his money.” She boasts, referring to River. I vaguely remember someone mentioning River and his brother started this racing track, but I’ve never met him.
“Is he racing too?” I say, turning to River and looking between the two of them.
Silence falls, it’s like the whole crowd goes quiet with the question and I feel River’s eyes on the side of my face. Sadie looks toward her feet and then scuffs the toe into the dirt before she looks to River in a‘you tell her’motion.
“He died,” River answers quietly and then steps away from me, “I’ll be back in a minute.”
