Page 35 of Don’t Be A Stranger

I wouldn’t have guessed that from how he kisses me, but this news is a lot better than having to picture him with Vivianna. Or any girl.

I clear my throat. “Have you ever done…anything?”

He carefully shakes his head, as if I’d be disappointed by any of this. It doesn’t matter to me. I’m actually feeling all giddy that he trusts me enough with this. I’m not sure why he even felt like he had to lie in the first place.

River begins to explain himself, as though that’s needed. “I lied because I was a stupid kid and wanted to be seen as cool, but I’ve literally only had one handjob and have never touched a woman before and I know that probably turns you off—”

I gently kiss his lips to stop his spiraling. My fingers brush along his forehead, moving his hair to the side and pressing a kiss to his hairline. “You didn’t have to say yes to the deal, River. If you want to stop—”

He interrupts me. “No, I don’t want to stop. Not if you don’t. I just thought I should tell you so you weren’t expecting the best sex of your life or something.”

“River.” I lean in and whisper against his lips. “I’ve touched myself to just the thought of you before. I think we’ll be fine.” The tip of my tongue traces his bottom lip.

River all but chokes on his own saliva and because I find my pussy clenching at his reaction, I reach for the buttons of my flannel—which happens to be his—and pop them open, leaving me exposed while sitting here in River’s lap.

“Oh my god.” River seemingly can’t help but groan and I have to admit that it’s quite the ego boost. “Can I…” He hesitates. “Can I touch you?”

I answer by gently taking his hands in mine and placing them over my breasts. River swallows hard, his eyes completely locked on the flesh. He squeezes my tits hesitantly, testing what he can get away with at first. When I don’t pull away, instead pressing further into him, River’s thumbs brush over my nipples.

“Can I—damn it, can I put them in my mouth?”

I feel like the question should sound weird coming from River, but it doesn’t. Not even close.

“Yes.” I nod my head enthusiastically. “Please, yes.”

He licks his lips before slowly bringing them to wrap around my nipples. I look down to see him staring up at me. I bring one hand to tangle in his hair and the other reaches between us to grip the outline of his dick. When I massage him through his jeans, he gets excited and nips at my nipple a little too hard. I jerk back in surprise.

“Easy there, tiger,” I chuckle.

“Sorry,” he breathes against my skin.

I shake my head and kiss away his apology. “Don’t be sorry. I like knowing I make you feel good.”

My hand reaches between us again but this time I unbutton River’s pants and slip my hand into his jeans. My thumb swipes over the head of his dick, his pre-cum coating my palm. If we weren’t cramped in the backseat of his car, I’d take him in my mouth but I’ll have to work with what I have.

I move my hand up and down his shaft slowly. Testing at first before I help him pull his pants down just a little further so that I can wrap both hands around him, gently twisting in opposite directions.

River drops his forehead against my chest, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “Your hands feel so much better than mine.”

I rest my forehead on his, keeping eye contact as I nip at his bottom lip and continue my movements. I’m not a master of handjobs by any means, but the way River is looking at me as if I just invented something has me clenching around nothing.

River chokes on a moan when one of my hands cups his balls.

“Wait—wait, wait.” River gently holds one of my wrists, keeping his other hand on my hip. “I’d really like my first time coming with you to be together…if that’s okay.”

Why the hell did it take us so long to do this? Now that I know the way River’s voice drops when my hand is wrapped around his dick, I don’t think I ever want to stop hearing it—but that’s the whole point of this. It’s all temporary.

I delicately suck on the skin of River’s neck. “That’s more than okay.”

It’s actually music to my ears.

I climb off River, long enough for him to pull his jeans the rest of the way down to his ankles and for me to take off my shorts. River doesn’t say anything. Instead, he gently nudges my thighs apart and I lean back against my hands, allowing him to do whatever he wants to me. His fingertips lightly brush over my inner thighs, smoothing over my goosebumps. My stomach tightens the lower River’s hands get.

My elbow is definitely digging into the hard plastic of the back door but getting to experience River’s touch like this makes it worth it. Maybe if it wasn’t nighttime, I could make out more of the near awe in River’s expression. I guess this just means that next time we’ll have to have sex in the backseat of his car during the day.

My legs jerk closed when River decides to take his thumb and slowly run circles over my clit. He may not have done anything before, but I’m now starting to question what he watches in his free time. My fingernails dig into the flesh of his wrist when River takes it upon himself to circle his thumb against my pussy faster.

I throw my head back, hitting the window and wincing. I’m not even worried about it because my attention is honed in on River’s hand that’s currently between my legs, but River notices. I know this because his movements slow but before he can pull away, I wrap both hands around his forearm, pulling his hand back.