Chapter 21 #2
Away from him again, that ache was back. “I miss you too.”
“I’m an idiot for what I did in seventh grade.”
“I can attest to that.” The monotone voice belonged to Carson. “But now that things are fixed, instead of annoying, River’s just sappy.”
River side-eyed him. “I’m not sappy.”
Next thing I saw was a pillow flying across the screen and right to River’s head, knocking him over. Laughs bellowed from Carson, and River sat up with a scowl.
My boyfriend chose not to retaliate so as not to start a pillow fight between the two of them.
Carson took that as a win, and it took a lot of convincing to stop River from changing his mind and chucking a pillow at his head.
Minutes later, Carson announced he wanted to check out the buffet downstairs before it closed.
After asking River if he wanted anything—and getting a no—he left.
After a beat, River grumbled, “I hate this part.”
I raised a brow. “What part?”
“Wanting you, but you’re so far away from me.” River’s bottom lip pushed out in a pout. “Are you wearing your glasses because I love how good you look in them?”
I was wearing them because I had already taken my contacts out, and without them, I couldn’t see more than five feet in front of me. River loving how they fit on me was a happy bonus.
Feeling the heat creeping its way up, I turned my head. “Maybe.”
A heavy-ass sigh. “You always do that.”
“Do what?”
“Act shy when I tell you the truth.” He paused. “But you aren’t actually shy at all.”
I bit my bottom lip. “Not with you.”
His lips pressed into a pout, and he adjusted his position on the bed. “Fuck. Maybe we should end the call. Looking at you is torture.”
Watching him through a screen while he was hundreds of miles away wasn’t exactly easy for me either. Vivid, unhelpful thoughts ran through my head of the days leading up to his game.
Memories of us on this very bed. My legs draped over his shoulders. My inability to walk straight the next morning.
I let out a quiet breath as I adjusted myself. “Yeah.”
The words lingered in the air, heavy. I waited for him to end the call, but neither of us made a move.
Seconds later, River shifted. With eyes glued to the screen, phone in hand, I watched him shift on the bed. The sound of the hotel bed creaking was the only thing filling the silence.
“Alex,” he mumbled, almost like a warning.
I chuckled breathlessly. “I thought you said it was a good idea to hang up.”
“That doesn’t mean I want to.” He said simply as he let the phone pan down to his waist.
His shorts and underwear were tugged down, with his hand wrapped around his exposed arousal. The sight sent pulses to my dick. With River watching, I slowly lowered my fingers to my waistband and did the same.
My hand ran along the base of my cock, slow and deliberate. Our breaths became heavy as we moved at the same pace, gazes tight on one another.
“Are you imagining that it's me?” he asked, his voice raspy. “That it's my mouth wrapped around your dick, sucking you dry?”
The image of River hovering over me with the walls of his mouth wrapped tightly around my penis made me groan. I picked up the pace, pretending I could feel the wet warmth of his mouth and the teasing of his tongue around me.
“Are you?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He continued rubbing along his shaft, and I could see the glistening of pre-cum at his tip through the screen. “Because I’m imagining you on your knees for me, peering up at me as I face-fuck you, and then swallowing my cum like the good boy you are for me.”
The thought flashed through my head, and I felt intense pressure rise in my abdomen. Oh, what I would give to be on my knees for my boyfriend right now. I loved sucking him off more than I realized.
“I wish that too,” I groaned. “Fuck, River…”
“What, bunny?”
I couldn’t get the words out before the pressure inside of me released, spurting all over the bed as I grunted. Seconds later, River was doing the same, the phone shaking as he released. We were both panting messes, and it took us a minute to catch our breath.
My hands ran over my flushed cheeks as I collapsed onto my bed. I’d give anything to be cuddled up with my boyfriend right now. I pretended to feel the warmth of his arms wrapped around my torso, and his head nuzzled in my neck as I felt the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back.
These had been the longest days of my life. How did couples ever do long-distance?
“Are you okay?” he asked minutes later. “You’re quiet.”
I grabbed my phone and brought it close to my face, a sad smile tugging at my lips. “Yeah. Just know that the next time you need to leave the state, I’m coming with you.”
River propped the phone on the dresser, and I watched him smirk as he quickly cleaned up the mess on his bed and swapped his shorts before Carson came back. Good thing they had two separate beds and not one double.
I rolled onto my side, watching as River settled into bed again. The quiet stirred a thought—something I’d been meaning to ask him.
“Hey.” I caught his attention. “Have you ever been to a wedding?”
“Only my own.” When he was met with pure confusion, he snorted a laugh. “I married Brittany Poster in the third grade. Remember?”
Oh. My lips pressed together as I recalled. “Shit, how could I forget? It was only the talk of the school for a week.”
“It sure was. I still need to file for that divorce,” he joked. “No, I’ve never been to one. Why?”
Now on my stomach, I propped the phone against the headboard. “My friend’s sister is getting married, and I get to bring a plus one.”
“Free food and liquor? Sign me up,” he beamed. Then, he gasped. “We should get matching dress shirts and ties.”
I used to hate matching. My mom used to make my sister and me match until she couldn’t get away with it anymore, and we complained every time.
But matching with my boyfriend? I’d do that a thousand times over.