But River was definitely a deviation, in every possible way. And with him, all my desires felt new and raw again.
He lowered his lips, and I felt his warm breath between my cheeks. “Can I?” he asked.
“Yeah, please.”
River’s hands landed on my cheeks and pulled them apart. For a second, I tensed. My dick ached against my abs, but my muscles closed tight, tugging my balls to my body. Then River stroked my back, and when a tremble went across my skin, I relaxed.
I held myself up on my elbows and let out a long, slow breath. His tongue swirled my rim, teasing me, and his warm lips kissed my sensitive skin.
It felt so good. The tension gone, I was grabbed by a desperate need to feel his tongue inside my hole. Something about the fact that he was turned on also turned me on. River was making no secret out of how much he enjoyed himself, moaning and dragging his lips in slow circles around my rim. I could hear his fist thwapping his dick, and I grabbed myself, squeezing tight, but the relief of it wasn’t enough.
It needed to be River. I needed his tongue to open me up.
His hands found my thighs, and he stroked them. “Fuck, you feel good,” I grunted as I leaned forward, my weight shaky. River’s hand found the front of me, and one grabbed my hard shaft while the other squeezed my balls.
“Oh shit,” I groaned and fell forward. His tongue finally pushed past my seizing rim, stretching into me. River plunged forward while he jerked me and tugged at my balls.
I slammed my face into the pillow and stifled a roar. His gorgeous hands were all over me, dragging heat down my dick and squeezing my aching balls. He swirled his tongue in my hole, licking a part of me no one ever touched, and when my balls tried to cling to my body, he tugged them down.
“River, fuck!” He was driving me to an orgasm, and I tried desperately to hold out, to last as long as I could for him. But when he gripped my shaft with a hard, long squeeze, I finally shot.
My hole clenched, and River pulled his tongue out, then swirled and kissed my rim. Cum dripped off my chest, and I was so overwhelmed I could barely see.
“Oh my god,” River gasped when he finally pulled his lips away. “That was so hot.”
“Here,” I grunted, barely able to make words. “Come here.” I gathered all my strength to grab him and pull him to the bed.
My cock was still half-hard, flushed with blood and dripping cum. My muscles were literally quaking, but I needed to hear the noises River made when I brought him to climax.
“Leo,” he gasped. I fell to his dick, stiff and twitching, and swallowed it down. River spasmed and arched his hips as he drove his shoulders back into the mattress. I used the opportunity to slick my fingers and rub a hand back between his cheeks, the way I’d seen him do to himself.
I dragged my lips up and down his dick, sucking up every drop of his precum, and pushed my fingers across his rim. I rubbed him in just the ways he liked to be stroked, and in just a minute, he gushed his orgasm into my mouth and made that noise, like a whimper that turned into a groan.
I took River in my arms and rolled us each to the side. Holding his quivering body from behind, I lay there, inhaling his scent and stroking his cheek.
When you only had a little time with a person every week, you had to make it count.
Chapter Twenty-Two
River
I sat at the office,one earbud in with pop music on while I sorted through a bunch of mail for Leo. He was off at some meeting with Kai, and I was getting through a big part of the week’s work without him there to distract me.
It was kind of shocking, but whatever he and I were doing together, it seemed like it was actually working. Leo encouraged me to spend time with myself and focus on my own projects, and by making that a positive thing for the two of us, I started to truly understand how important it actually was for me to establish a little more of my independence.
Although I was reluctant to admit it, it was the kind of thing Kai had been trying to get me to do for ages.
I’d spent so much time in other people’s dreams and not nearly enough in my own.
But now that I was planning a future for myself again, I didn’t have as much space in my head for obsessing over Leo, even though I knew I could go down that route if I wanted to. Sure, I really wanted to hook up with him more than once a week, and it would be pretty nice to have breakfast together every morning, instead of just sometimes. I would miss that once I moved in to my own space.
Those feelings, though, were totally normal. It felt good to want him in that way, and good to know that we were going a different route, too. I could feel the boundary I had put up for myself, and this time, I knew that I was going to keep it there.
I even enjoyed the couple times I went out to a club with other people from the firm, dancing without trying to flirt or meet someone new, and the more I planned for school, the more excited I was for the classes.
Who would have thought an FB could feel so reasonable and healthy?
I opened some new files sent from Roger Hank and saw that they were moving forward with the rooftop garden nonprofit. Although I should have just shoved it away, I pulled out the plans. I had a part in making that project a reality, and I was eager to see how it was coming along as visions of flowering skylines filled my imagination.
