Page 84 of River & Rue

With a groan that’s mostly a growl, he seizes the back of my neck. His other hand fists his cock and pumps it hard and fast. The sight pulls a piteous sound from me.

“You like watching me, do you? Put your fingers inside your cunt. I want to hear how wet you are.”

“Oh god. If this is a dream, I’m going to be so pissed.”

His grin is wolfish. “This is a dream. Mine. Now let me hear it.”

I sink onto one finger, then two, and pump them in and out. The sound is obscene, but there’s no shame. Not when River watches me with stark longing, his hand chasing my movements.

“You have no idea, Rue. No idea how perfect you are. Come for me. Drench that hand. Let me suck it clean while you suck me dry.”

There’s no more buildup, just detonation. My eyes roll back in my head, my mouth opening in a silent scream as pleasure rearranges all my cells. I ride the waves all the way back to River, already reaching for him as the last pulse recedes.

He snatches my wet fingers. As he sucks them into his mouth, I swallow his cock. His moan vibrates my hand.

“I knew you’d taste like heaven.”

An aftershock throbs through me, intensifying my need to feel him lose control. I devote myself to the cause, finding a rhythm that makes his hips roll and forces him to surrender my fingers because he can’t focus. He cradles my head instead, lightly massaging my neck and aching jaw.

“You’re doing so well. Making such a mess of me. Fuccck.” His cock swells against my tongue. “Eyes up. I need to see you. Please.”

What I find when I lift my gaze is a mirror of my emotions. Possession. Hunger. Hope. Torment. A thumb sweeps across my jaw, the touch featherlight and profound.

“Are you sure?” he whispers.

I pop off, panting. “Yes. In my mouth.”

When I lean forward, he stops me with gentle pressure on my neck. His eyes are twin eclipses, gold ringing depthless black.

“I started calling you Ruin because deep down, I knew you’d end me.” A half smile announces his dimple. “Can’t say I was expecting the bullet to be a blow job.”

“RIP you.”

Opening my mouth, I stick out my tongue. River groans, his eyes rolling to the ceiling.

“I accept my fate. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

I laugh breathlessly, shaking my head.

“River?”

Crinkled eyes meet mine. “Yes. Whatever you want, the answer is yes.”

“I’m tired. Fuck my mouth right now or RIP for real.”

He barks a laugh. The hands cradling my head firm and gently tug me forward. By the time he pushes past my lips, his amusement has been wiped away.

“You’ve worked so hard. Do you want to relax now and let me use this mouth?”

I can barely believe it, but a new wave of arousal floods me. Humming approval, I flick my tongue across his piercings. Air hisses through his clenched teeth. He shifts forward, guiding me back to my heels, and tilts my head exactly where he wants it. I look up.

“Good fucking girl. Keep those eyes on me.”

He starts with an easy, shallow rhythm that lets me tease his piercings with every pass. Little by little, he pushes deeper. He’s careful initially, testing my limits. When he doesn’t find any, he makes a guttural, unguarded sound and finally lets go. I keep my eyes on his the entire time, sucking air through my nose when I can and swallowing as needed.

River undone by pleasure is an otherworldly sight. His eyes shine with virility, acutely focused on mine. The power of his grip and thrusts is tempered by his care for my comfort.

He’s using me reverently.