“I don’t hide that I’m gay now. Max knows. He guessed. Said I wasn’t his type, that he goes for cruel butch guys.”
River chuckled and pointed to himself. “Not…ty…type.”
Newt really hoped River meant he was also not Max’stype, rather than not Newt’s.
“Ne… Nef… Nefer… Never keys…kiss man.” He stared straight at Newt.
Oh boy.“But you’ve kissed a woman?”
River rocked his hand from side to side.
“Kissed but not kissed?” Whatever that meant, though he could guess.What about Dila?sat on his lips.
“Yes.”
“You’re the first person I’ve ever kissed.” Newt’s heart was pounding.
River’s eyes widened, then his face lit up as he smiled, which never failed to melt Newt, and he held out his hand.
Newt took it.
River squeezed his fingers. “Bu…see…crit.” With his other hand, he pretended to pull a zip across his lips.
“I signed an NDA.”
Emotions were circling in Newt’s head, the churning whirlpool of confusion winding faster and faster. From accepting River had been freaked out by the kiss and thinking he’d just do his job and forget it happened, to wondering if maybe there could be something more between them, then the next step of accepting that even if there was, thatmorewould have an end date because River would be staying in the closet and Newt would be out…Gulp.How did any of that work?
Then there was Dila. Where did she fit in to this? Did she know?
And yet, whatever River wanted, Newt would do. And that had nothing to do with him being paid to be here. He couldn’t deny the attraction, couldn’t deny that lurch in his stomach, the ache inside him, the way his dick kept trying to tell him what it wanted. A crush…a massive crush as if Newt had been smothered by an avalanche.
“Want…” River whispered and pulled his T-shirt over his head. “Newt.”
Now Newt was the one who couldn’t get his words out, couldn’t even nod, but he peeled off his T-shirt and tossed it aside. River pulled him down onto the bed, pressing his body against Newt’s as he wrapped his arms around him. He could feel River’s chest flexing against his, their rapid breathing falling into sync. All River was doing was holding him but Newt found it increasingly difficult to inflate his lungs. He was consumed by the scent of River, the feel of him, of the ridges of his spine, the speed of his breathing, the way their cocks thickened against each other through their clothing.
“Kiss.” River pressed his lips against Newt’s in a hard, fierce kiss that shattered all of Newt’s reservations. For a split second, he wondered if he was dreaming, but no, this was real, the kiss was everything…and it was as if the bed had disappeared from under him. But he wasn’t falling. Instead, he was soaring.
This was nothing like the kiss they’d shared before. It went on and on, lips and teeth clashing as they ate at each other, tongues shoving, hands grabbing. Then as quickly as the tornado had caught them, they were in the eye and everything was soft and gentle, and somehow that made Newt’s heart hurt even more. River held onto Newt’s jaw and moaned as he licked along the line of his mouth.
When River pulled back and looked into Newt’s eyes, he melted. Not all of him. His cock was so hard, it hurt.
“Kiss.” River moved in again.
The kiss was perfect. River kept one hand on Newt’s jaw and had the other on the outside of Newt’s joggers, squeezing and rubbing his dick with the heel of his palm. It felt so good but much more of that and Newt would come. River pushedhis hand under the waistband of Newt’s joggers, slipped his hand down…onto his skin…and when he put his fingers around his cock, Newt shook hard, made so much noise… He couldn’t open his eyes in case this really was a dream.
River nibbled gently at his bottom lip while he dragged his fist up and down Newt’s cock.I’m losing my mind. Oh fuck.The moment River moved his mouth to his neck, Newt felt as if he’d been wired up to the National Grid. Adrenaline surged. Electricity raced through his body, lighting up every cell. That soft insistent mouth moved from his neck to his ear and it might just as well have been his cock for how it made his heart jump and his skin tingle.
All Newt could do was make weird breathy groans and choked cries, whimpering in between saying River’s name over and over. His joggers came down, along with his shorts. His cock slapped once against his belly before River’s fingers were around it again.
Newt wanted to hold back, wanted this to last and last, but the fuse had been burning for too long. River rubbed his thumb over the sticky fluid gathering at the head of Newt’s cock, then used it to slick his hand before continuing to jack him off.
“I’m going to come,” Newt gasped.
“No.”
“Yes.” Newt spurted over his abs, over River’s fingers.
Ten
