ME: When will you be home?
Kitten: Half hour.
Me: Perfect, we’ll order dinner.
Kitten: What are the chances I can get some nuggets and fries?
Me: For you? Chances are very good. See you in a bit. Miss you already.
Bubbles appear and disappear on the screen, and my grip tightens. I’m not exactly sure where we stand after last night, but I have to push the boundaries because if she feels half of what I feel for her, I’ll marry her tomorrow.
Kitten: Miss you too. See you in a bit.
I bite the side of my lip, smiling at my phone as her words flutter in my chest.
“What’s got you smiling like that?” River asks from across the living room, and I swallow hard when I spot him. Jesus fucking Christ. He’s wet from his shower, drops of water falling from his pushed-back hair. I follow a rivulet where it lands on his collarbone and have to bite back a groan when it reaches his nipple. Fuck me.
As if the little drop of water knows exactly what it’s doing, it continues its path down the center of River’s abs and disappears beneath the low-slung white towel wrapped around his hips.
My cock pulses painfully hard against my zipper. How the fuck have I been ignoring this for years when my attraction is all-consuming now? One kiss was all it took to throw my world off its axis. Now, all that seems to matter is the two of them. My tongue wets my bottom lip as I follow another drip.
“Like what you see?” River says, his voice low and gravelly.
“Yes,” I rasp.
River groans and takes a step closer.
Alarm bells go off in my head and panic sets in. I have no idea what I’m fucking doing here. What if we start something and it all goes to shit? I take a step back. River freezes, and he looks away. There’s a muscle ticking in his cheek, and his knuckles whiten where he grips his towel.
“Did you ask Mia what she wants for dinner?” His voice is devoid of all emotion, and it makes me irrationally mad. How can he be so collected when I’m coming apart?
I smirk, knowing this will kill him. “She wants nuggets and fries.”
“She’s lucky she’s cute.”
“So cute.”
“Okay, get in the shower—you fucking reek after practice—and I’ll Uber Eats.” River says it, but there’s nothing in his expression that makes me think he’s disgusted by my smell. I pass him, letting my fingers graze his hand at his side, and a shiver visibly travels through him. Satisfied that he wants me, I take his advice and head to the bathroom.
There’s a shower attached to my room, but I go to his instead. I leave the door cracked open. If I’m pushing boundaries today, I’m going all out. The water is already warm from River’s shower, and the room quickly fills with steam.
I strip out of my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the tile floor, and climb under the steaming water. I duck my head under the stream, supporting both hands against the wall, and let it pound down on my shoulders. I need a moment to get my head in gear and figure out what I actually want from this.
I close my eyes, and I’m assaulted by memories of last night.
River notching his cock against Mia’s mouth and how she opened for him. She looked so pretty with her cheeks hollowed out, taking him deeper. I couldn’t look away from where his cock disappeared, and she moaned around him.
My mouth waters, and my dick’s already stiff in my hand. I squeeze the tip before grabbing the bodywash from the ledge and covering my palm to help it slide. The earthy smell of cedar fills my nose, and I grip the base of my dick hard.
River’s tongue swirling around her nipple, spit dripping from it over her hard peak.
“River,” I growl out and buck into my fist, stroking as I picture what happened next.
I’d been overcome with the fucking need to lick it off her, and the second my tongue touched River’s where it soaked her breast, my body came alive. He’d been hesitant at first, but a dam broke, and then his fingers were buried in my hair, and his tongue was fucking my mouth.
I stroke myself hard, breathing in the smell of him like he’s here, and squeeze the tip with each ascent before thrusting it down.
My hips matched the rhythm River set, and I fucked Mia just as hard. Everything in the universe shifted in that moment, like a missing piece finally clicked in place, and I came deep inside her while River sucked my tongue like he would my cock.
“Fuck…River,” I cry out, and cum spurts from me, covering the shower wall. I collapse against it, taking heaping lungfuls of air. There’s one thing I know for certain, and it’s that I want to do it again.
It takes several minutes before I can get my heart rate under control enough to climb out of the shower after scrubbing my body and hair. I feel dizzy from my orgasm, but I have no room for embarrassment because it was that hot.
I wrap a towel around my hips and step out of the room. River’s waiting for me. His eyes are blown wide until they’re black pools of pure lust—he’d heard me fuck my fist, calling out his name. My thoughts go blank when his mouth lands on mine, hot and commanding, and I open for him, diving my tongue against his. A growl rumbles in his chest, and his fingers yank at my hair until it hurts, sending pleasure straight to my dick.
I bury my hands into his hair, needing him closer, and delve my tongue into his mouth. I hum deep in my throat. He tastes like brandy, and it goes straight to my head. Fuck.
River slams my back against the wall, closing any gap between us. My towel hits the floor, and my skin turns to fire naked against him.
River’s shirt is unbuttoned. I push it off his shoulders and run my fingers up his bare chest. My cock presses against the rough fabric of his pants, and I can feel his hard ridge against mine. I rock into him, and he bites my neck, a groan pouring out of him.
“Fuck, Alex.” He nips my jaw, and a shudder bolts down my chest, going straight to my hard length, and precum leaks from the tip.
He grips my hip, holding me in place, and rocks his cock against mine without mercy. Holy shit, I can totally come from just this. My hips struggle against his grip, searching for the friction I desperately need.
River nips my collarbone hard and lowers further.
“Fuck me,” I grind out through my teeth.
He chuckles, his breath over my peck. “I plan on it.”
“Jesus fucking Christ. You’re killing me.”
He hums in the back of his throat, and then his mouth is hot on my nipple. My balls tingle and tighten, and my head lands on the wall with a thud. His tongue swirls around my nipple, exactly like he did to Mia, and I hiss in a breath when he grazes it with his teeth.
“You like that?” River asks, and all I can do is breathe out.
“Again.”
He smirks against my pec, and then his teeth scrape my nipple harder this time. A moan is ripped from my throat. I need to touch him, right fucking now. I reach between us, but just as my hand wraps around his cock, he pulls away.
All my muscles tighten, and panic fills my veins, but then he drops to his knees.
