Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
“Fucking hell,” I said without realizing I’d spoken out loud.
River’s lips widened in a grin. “Yeah? Like what you see?”
I bit my bottom lip and nodded. “I’m going to kill my cousin for suggesting a platonic sleepover. This is so much fucking better.”
The sound of his deep laughter filled the room and made the last remnants of my nerves fall away. River Henry was here, he was willing, and he wanted me. Badly.
It was all I needed.
I reached down to stroke myself. “You’re taking too long.”
His eyes darkened. “What do you want, Jack?”
“I want you to fuck me,” I admitted breathlessly. “And I want to feel your hands and mouth all over me.”
He stalked toward me, his eyes so intense I felt dizzy from being their target. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about being inside you,” he said in a low growl.
My breath came faster. “Please.”
Instead of joining me at the top of the bed, where I was sprawled in a puddle on the pillows, he started at the bottom. And licked his way up the inside of one of my legs.
The sound of my desperate panting filled the room. “Please,” I said again. There was no other feeling left. Want. Desperate hope. “Please,” I whimpered again.
He nosed my balls before licking my shaft again. When his hands grasped the back of my knees and bent them up, I clenched again.
And then his tongue landed on my hole.
My vision whited out. His mouth was aggressive and possessive. His tongue, lips, and teeth—and that fucking beard—owned my ass while I lay there babbling nonsense and clutching the sheets in my fists.
“F-fucking f-fuck me,” I begged at one point, and his face reappeared in my vision. His hair was wildly messy, and his lips were red and wet.
“I want you so much I’m afraid I’m going to come before getting inside you,” he admitted. “Condom?”
“Hm? Hm? Whuh?” It took me a minute to understand what he was asking. I shook my head frantically. “On PrEP. You?”
He nodded. “Same. You good bare? You sure?”
I nodded too and felt my heart thunder even harder. Professor River Henry was going to bareback me. I was going to feel his bare cock inside me. It wasn’t something I’d done with anyone else, despite being on PrEP. Lowell had been a stickler for tidiness and hygiene, and I’d never fully trusted hookups enough to try it.
But I trusted River. And I wanted this too badly to stop.
“Lube,” I gasped. “I have some in my backpack.”
Before I finished saying the words, River was across the room, rifling through my bag.
“Toiletry kit,” I said, reaching down to stroke my aching cock. “I was worried I might get too turned on and have to rub one out in private,” I added with a breathy laugh.
River came back over with a knowing smirk. “And did you? Did you get so turned on by your platonic stranger you couldn’t keep from getting hard around him?”
His thick dick bobbed heavily in front of him, and I couldn’t look away.
“I’m not the only one.”
“No. You’re definitely not.” He crawled on the bed again and kissed the tip of my dick before moving up to kiss the center of my chest and then my mouth. His heavy weight pressed me into the mattress and gave me a taste of what it would feel like to be held down by his larger, stronger body.
I had to bite back another plea.
Soon, I’d forgotten everything but River Henry and his commanding kiss. When his knee nudged my legs apart and his slick fingers began working my hole, I sucked in a breath and almost choked.
The deep rumble of his laugh vibrated through his chest into mine, and it made everything inside of me melt into a puddle of want.
River Henry owned me. And he could keep me as long as he wanted. I was his. I would do anything to feel his fat fingers teasing my hole and his rough chest hair abrading my tender nipples. To see the heat in his eyes and hear him say my name.
“Breathe,” he murmured as he moved between my legs and pressed his tip against my entrance. “Push out… that’s it… breathe… good… oh god. Fuck. Jack, fuck.”
His dick was enormous. My ass burned in the stretch, but when he finally bottomed out, I panted through it, comforted and encouraged by a constant stream of words spoken hot against my neck.
I groaned as the pain turned into hesitant pleasure, and I suddenly realized how fucking good it was going to be. With every pulse of his hips, his cockhead brushed against my gland and lit me up inside.
I arched my head back and groaned again, which seemed to rile him up.
River’s teeth grazed my neck, and I felt the bulge of his biceps behind my legs as he held them bent to the sides. When he began to move faster, in and out, I cried out and begged him to go harder, faster, more.