Page 37 of Don’t Be A Stranger

River sits warm and hard inside of me, pressing up against the deeper part of me I didn’t know was possible to reach. Both of us need a moment before I start moving. It’s almost overwhelming. River’s scent. The stretch of him. The fact that this is happening and I’m wondering why it took us so long.

I rest my palms on River’s shoulders, preparing to slightly lift my hips up. I’m barely in motion when River’s hands fly from my thighs to my hips.

“I know this probably is anything but sexy.” River leans his head back and squeezes his eyes shut. His voice shakes slightly as he speaks. “But I need you to be still just for a little longer otherwise I think I might come right now.”

That makes me involuntarily squeeze around him, earning me the sight of River’s hips twitching under me.

“Don’t worry.” I can’t help but chuckle. “There are other things I can do to keep me occupied for the time being.”

I don’t give River time to ask questions. I just wrap my arms around his neck and leave small open-mouthed kisses along his jawline. His shoulders. Down his neck. Then finally to his lips. I pull back just a bit and I can’t help but smile at the sight of River watching me. Taking me in. His eyes then meet mine and for a moment I forget that his dick is inside of me right now. If it weren’t for that, nothing between us would be different. It’d just be the quiet familiarity of two people who’ve known each other for half of their lives.

“Hi,” River whispers.

“Hi, River.” I lean back in and smile against his lips. “Is it okay if I move now?”

He nods, swallowing. My hands return to their spot on River’s shoulders and I carefully lift my hips up. The friction of River’s bare dick against my walls has my toes curling.

River drops his forehead back against mine again. “How the hell do you feel so good?”

I smile softly. “You flatter me.”

If he thinks this feels good, then I wonder what reaction I’ll get when my pace picks up. I replace the slow drag of my hips with a steady bounce. River chokes. His hands squeeze my hips with a bruising grip but I can’t blame him. I also feel like I need something to hold onto. Which is why one of my hands rests on the nape of River’s neck and the other settles behind me, on his thigh.

I use the slight switch in position to quicken my pace further, caught up in River but aware enough of the fact that we’re fucking in a parking lot. I don’t care that we have all summer, I need to feel him come inside me. I need to be the first to do it. I want to leave that mark on him.

“Give me your hand.” I let go of River’s neck, and he’s already giving me what I asked for. I bring his hand between our bodies and press his thumb on my clit.

I use my own finger to encourage him to press circles into me again. River has always been a quick learner. I should’ve known that he’d have me on the verge of falling apart already and it hasn’t even been five minutes since I last came.

“I want you to give it to me,” I whine. “I want you to come inside me.”

River frantically nods his head. His hips slightly buck up to meet mine. The coiling in my stomach intensifies. Especially when I can feel the car shaking with our movements. My lips find River’s but we’re not even kissing at this point, just breathing against each other.

“Summer—” River chokes. “I’m—I don’t think I can—fuck—” he whines.

“Come,” I instruct. “Just please, fucking come inside me.”

River’s arms wrap around me, pulling me into a bear hug. He buries his face into my neck and my body ignites. My arms wrap just as tightly around his neck and we hold onto each other, afraid the other might disappear.

Or float away.

Or maybe this is just a dream.

River’s hips fall back onto the seat and his dick twitches inside me. Everything stops. For a moment, I’m existing outside of my body. The aching in my knees from the awkward position dissipates. My head clears. There’s nothing to fix right now. Nothing to concern myself with. Other than arranging for this entire thing to happen again.

I smile against River’s neck. “I really hope Mario doesn’t fire you.” I pull away just enough to see the dazed-out look on River’s face.

He blinks a few times before his eyes refocus. I can’t help but feel a little prideful at the sight.

“Your fifteen-minute break turned into at least forty-five,” I explain but River doesn’t bother to pull away or make any effort to rush back into Metric’s.

He finally speaks. “Considering that he calls me in whenever he doesn’t feel like working, he can fuck off right now.”

We continue to remain in the car like this. Silent, just listening to each other breathe. I find myself trying to match River’s breathing, as if that’ll make me feel closer to him rather than the fact that his dick is still sitting inside me.

“How’d you get here?” River asks, voice groggy.

I don’t even know how he’s going to be able to get back to work.