Page 45 of Don’t Be A Stranger

Yeah, that pretty much sums it up, doesn’t it?

I should be embarrassed but the fact that River is practically encouraging me at this point, only makes me more determined to unravel the twisting in my lower stomach. Maybe then I’ll be able to come to my senses.

“Please don’t stop talking,” I beg. “I’m so close.”

River complies. “You really couldn’t wait, could you? Tell me, Summer, what’s got you so riled up? So impatient?”

For someone who’s never done anything sexual before, he sure as hell has a knack for knowing what to say. It’s like a flip is switched or something. I’m not complaining but it is annoyingly attractive.

I can’t even bring myself to speak without the risk of my moans escaping from underneath the door and traveling throughout the entire apartment.

As if River understands this, he answers for me. “Was it my mouth on your tits? Or was it because you got to be the first person to make me come?”

Knowing that not only am I River’s best friend, but years from now—when we’re maybe both in separate relationships—any girl he’s with will never get to have what I did. I’ve left my imprint on River in a way that feels like a secret that neither of us will ever dare to share.

Maybe he’ll tell his future girlfriends that Vivianna took his virginity. Maybe he’ll tell them the truth. But no matter what it is, I’ll know that I got to have River first. I may not be able to keep him but at least I have that.

“Picture me underneath you right now, Summer. Take what you want.” River swallows. “Ride my dick and make yourself come.”

“River,” I whine into the phone. He quiets me gently with his words, but I need more and I can’t get there. Not without him. I remain stuck in the clouds and don’t get me wrong, cloud nine is amazing but I need the relief of coming down.

“Please,” I beg, the word leaving my mouth like a prayer. “Please, I need you so bad.”

“Summer—”

I wait for a moment, letting him think of another way to let me down. If he genuinely doesn’t want to come in here with Moose around, then I understand, but him staying on the phone with me for this long seems to prove otherwise.

River sighs, sounding pained. “We have to still be quiet though, okay?”

I all but chuck the pillow away from my body and sit with my back against the headboard, waiting.

“I won’t make a sound.”

I wait for River’s footsteps to head in my direction but they don’t. Not yet.

“Touch yourself for me until I get in there.”

“River—” I groan.

“Do it for me, Pretty Girl.”

Fine. I can do that but I might as well put on a show in the meantime. I slip off my shorts, leaving me completely bare in River’s bed, engulfed by nothing but his scent and his voice in my ear.

“Are you touching yourself?” River asks.

I clutch my phone with one hand and bring my hand down to run along my inner thigh, brushing my fingertips along the sensitive skin. I don’t go straight for my clit, instead lightly brushing my fingers along my entrance, toying with myself.

“Yes,” I whisper, barely able to catch my breath.

The anticipation of him coming in here and fucking me makes it easy for two of my fingers to slip into my pussy, leaving me to arch my back. I don’t feel as full as I did with River’s dick but it’ll do for now.

“Does that feel good, Pretty Girl?” River’s voice is deep, breathy, and in a tone I’ve never heard from him before. Not until we had sex.

I nod despite him not being able to see me, throwing my head back when I begin pumping into myself, not even allowing myself time to adjust. All I know is that I need release and I’d let River do whatever he wants if he’d just get his ass in here.

I hold the phone between my jaw and shoulder, allowing my now free hand to pinch at my nipples. The whine that escapes is louder than it should be, but I’m chalking it up to the consequence of River’s dick not being inside of me yet.

“So.” River’s tongue clicks. “You’re telling me you wouldn’t be able to come just from this?”