-Angelina
PS I crack myself up. Love you.
I looked at the table where boxes of name-brand macaroni and cheese, toaster pastries, and water bottles sat. I peeked in the freezer, where there were two bags of pizza rolls. Angelina wasn’t wrong. We would need to refuel a few times over the next few days.
River looked around, laughing at the food on the table. He found a fork and then tasted one of the dishes that were left for us. “Holy shit, this is good.” He took another bite and pointed at it with the fork. “We are eating this for dinner.” I put plates out for the dragons and called them to dinner.
“Let me show you the rest of the house.” I pointed to all the cat beds I had stashed around that were Daisy’s. I like to think of my home as comfortable and cozy. Come with me. I have one more room to show you. I looked River up and down, thinking about how I wanted to devour him. That addictive tingle went up my spine as my cock filled. I had never had such a response to another man before. I was also surprised how often looking at River filled me with lust.
I grabbed him and pushed him hard against the wall as soon as we entered my room. I needed to control him for the moment; I planned to hand him control soon. As I shoved my knee between his thighs, our stiff shafts ground through our jeans, and I gasped. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I whispered into his ear. I pushed up his shirt and kept his hands tangled in it. As I held his arms above his head and pushed hard against him, my teeth scraped along his neck and across his shoulder, biting him there. He grunted and then moaned, and I felt the vibration in his chest. The noises made sparks go up and down my spine. “You own me, River.” As I said the words, my body shuddered against his.
My hand went up to his neck and held him still while I took his mouth. Our tongues danced with each other while my body respondedto his by seeking his heat. I released his arms, and he untangled his hands, then wrapped them around my shoulders, his nails digging into my back. The burn where he tore the skin turned to pleasure as I fell farther into him. He breathed hard, and his teeth dug into my neck. I knew it would leave a bruise as I soaked in the pain and felt the pleasure ricochet through me. I had not been someone who liked to be hurt, but like the burn of being entered, these sharp moments of pain quickly shot electricity through my body.
I sought out his mouth again while my hands unzipped his jeans and found their way to his shaft. I wrapped my hand around him and dragged it up his length, then returned to the base to stroke him again. The filthy noises he made encouraged me to touch him more, using the bead of liquid dribbling out of his slit.
I slid over the sensitive glands and teased the notched area with my thumb. Then I licked my way down his chest, kissed and bit the muscles, and constantly rubbed his incredibly hard rod. I kissed his stomach and followed the soft hair that led to what I longed for, and I dropped to my knees. His shaft raised straight against his stomach, precum shining on the muscles; my mouth watered as I took in his perfect cock.
He stood in front of me, completely naked. Starting at the base, I flattened my tongue and ran it up to the sensitive head as I grabbed his thighs to keep myself from touching his cock. I was going to use only my tongue as I tasted every inch of hot, smooth skin. I sucked him into my mouth, groaning around him. I tasted his manliness, and he was heavy on my tongue, making my balls ache. I dug my fingers harder into his legs, knowing he would have marks, but his cock in my mouth made my head spin. I was rewarded with a generous bead of salty lubrication. Tasting him just made me want more.
I pulled off my shirt and pants while I kneeled in front of him. I needed to feel him skin-to-skin. When I stood back up, I spun him, putting his arm behind his back, reminding me of the first time we had been together. I liked this position because it controlled him a little bit. The warmth of his back against my chest made me throb, and I had to squeeze the base of my cock as I made sure I didn’t go too far. I put my palms on either side of his head and pressed my chest against his back, then rutted against him.
My shaft was covered in clear, sticky fluid, which allowed me to slide easily between his cheeks. “The things I want to do with you and to you over and over.” He pushed back into me as I reached around with one hand and started to toy with him. I wrapped loosely around his shaft; I could tell he wanted to grind into my hand but couldn’t find the friction he desired. I moved one hand up his ribs and felt him shudder at my touch. The skin warmed under my hand and traveled up my arm, then heated me inside.
I stretched his arms above his head again and held both wrists with one hand against the wall. I enjoyed how it felt to use his body to edge myself. Barely above a whisper, my voice filled with desire and need. “You are so fucking hot. I love having your cock in my mouth, and I love how you taste.” I sucked just below his ear and got another one of those filthy sounds out of him. He threw his head back. I sucked his neck, biting his jawline. I pushed harder against his firm rear. “Fuck me, River. I want to feel you inside of me. I need… to feel you inside me.”
For a few seconds, the world stopped. All I could hear was my heartbeat, which sounded like a drum in my chest. I shivered, knowing he was processing my request. Then, the power between us shifted. It was clear that River was going to take me, and I was going to enjoy it.He spun in my arms so we were face to face. “You want to feel my cock in you, Aaron?”
“Please, I need you to fuck me.” His pupils were black, and he panted. He pushed against me, and our throbbing cocks were against each slick from our arousal. “I want your cock buried in me. Please.” I already begged, and we still only stood face to face.
He crushed our lips together. The heat of his body made things pulse more as he pushed me back towards the bed, sitting when my knees hit the mattress. River climbed on my lap and pushed me flat, and then he was all over me, hard as steel against my stomach. I couldn’t believe that I did that to him, that he wanted me so much he was harder than I had felt any man. It felt like he had to work to keep himself in control. I wanted him to lose it entirely with me. We kissed, and it was demanding and needy. I shook with desire, knowing I would lose myself in him. I pulled his mouth to mine, sucked on his tongue, and bit his lips. “Fuck me, River, please fuck me.”
“Lube? Condoms?” I pointed to the nightstand.
“You don’t need a condom. It's been years.”
“I don’t want to blow my load the second I enter you. I’ll need a little bit of desensitization. I want to fuck you for as long as I can.” He pulled out the supplies.
He had me lay on my stomach, and he pressed his body tight against my back. He pushed my knee forward, reaching under to run his hands over my aching shaft.
“Because of you, I have a shoulder fetish.” He whispered in my ear as he started to lick and bite across my back. His fingers slid up my ass crack and toyed with my entrance. My stomach muscles rippled as he rubbed over my sensitive rim, and I started to shake in earnest. I knew it was in anticipation.
“Are you okay?”
I groaned. “I am so okay. I can’t wait to feel you.”
He teased around the sensitive nerves, and I had to keep myself from bucking against him. I ached to feel him enter me. When I felt his fingers flutter around my hole, the hair on my body stood on end. My breathing became labored, and all I focused on was how he was about to slide inside me. He breached my entrance with one finger slowly and slid deeper as soon as I relaxed around him. I felt a slight burn, and it turned quickly to pleasure and the desire for more. He moved in and out, burying his knuckles, and then introduced a second finger with the first. He sucked on my neck, bit my shoulders, and pushed his hard cock against my ass. His movements caused my shaft to rub against the mattress, creating overwhelming sensations throughout my body.
He added a third finger stretching me for his thick cock. “Fuck. It’s so good.” My hips kept trying to readjust so he would go deeper. “Please. Fuck River. Please.” He realized what I was doing and kept control of my pleasure, not allowing me to force his fingers where I wanted them. Finally, he grazed over my prostate, and sparks rocketed from my core. A deep, quivering moan escaped from me.
“Please. I want… pl … you… please in me.”
“It will only happen when I am ready to make it happen.” He growled in my ear.
I needed him in me. “River. River. I need … you ... you in me.” My need was so great I would have given him anything he wanted at that moment; he made me a quivering mess.
“Do you?”
I knew how pathetic I sounded. “Ngh. Plea... Need.” Forming sentences had become impossible.
