“Alex,” he mumbled, almost like a warning.
I chuckled breathlessly. “I thought you said it was a good idea to hang up.”
“That doesn’t mean I want to.” He said simply as he let the phone pan down to his waist.
His shorts and underwear were tugged down, with his hand wrapped around his exposed arousal. The sight sent pulses to my dick. With River watching, I slowly lowered my fingers to my waistband and did the same.
My hand ran along the base of my cock, slow and deliberate. Our breaths became heavy as we moved at the same pace, gazes tight on one another.
“Are you imagining that it's me?” he asked, his voice raspy. “That it's my mouth wrapped around your dick, sucking you dry?”
The image of River hovering over me with the walls of his mouth wrapped tightly around my penis made me groan. I picked up the pace, pretending I could feel the wet warmth of his mouth and the teasing of his tongue around me.
“Are you?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He continued rubbing along his shaft, and I could see the glistening of pre-cum at his tip through the screen. “Because I’m imagining you on your knees for me, peering up at me as I face-fuck you, and then swallowing my cum like the good boy you are for me.”
The thought flashed through my head, and I felt intense pressure rise in my abdomen. Oh, what I would give to be on my knees for my boyfriend right now. I loved sucking him off more than I realized.
“I wish that too,” I groaned. “Fuck, River…”
“What, bunny?”
I couldn’t get the words out before the pressure inside of me released, spurting all over the bed as I grunted. Seconds later, River was doing the same, the phone shaking as he released. We were both panting messes, and it took us a minute to catch our breath.
My hands ran over my flushed cheeks as I collapsed onto my bed. I’d give anything to be cuddled up with my boyfriend right now. I pretended to feel the warmth of his arms wrapped around my torso, and his head nuzzled in my neck as I felt the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back.
These had been the longest days of my life. How did couples ever do long-distance?
“Are you okay?” he asked minutes later. “You’re quiet.”
I grabbed my phone and brought it close to my face, a sad smile tugging at my lips. “Yeah. Just know that the next time you need to leave the state, I’m coming with you.”
River propped the phone on the dresser, and I watched him smirk as he quickly cleaned up the mess on his bed and swapped his shorts before Carson came back. Good thing they had two separate beds and not one double.
I rolled onto my side, watching as River settled into bed again. The quiet stirred a thought—something I’d been meaning to ask him.
“Hey.” I caught his attention. “Have you ever been to a wedding?”
“Only my own.” When he was met with pure confusion, he snorted a laugh. “I married Brittany Poster in the third grade. Remember?”
Oh. My lips pressed together as I recalled. “Shit, how could I forget? It was only the talk of the school for a week.”
“It sure was. I still need to file for that divorce,” he joked. “No, I’ve never been to one. Why?”
Now on my stomach, I propped the phone against the headboard. “My friend’s sister is getting married, and I get to bring a plus one.”
“Free food and liquor? Sign me up,” he beamed. Then, he gasped. “We should get matching dress shirts and ties.”
I used to hate matching. My mom used to make my sister and me match until she couldn’t get away with it anymore, and we complained every time.
But matching with my boyfriend? I’d do that a thousand times over.
Chapter Twenty-Two
RIVER
