Chapter 41 #2
River’s hand on my arm makes me jolt. I look back up at him to find his brow furrowed and his face only a few inches from mine. “Do you want to suck me off?” The question from his lips is quiet, but laced with wicked heat.
“Y-yeah. I do.”
I can do this. I’m amazing at sex, and I’m a fast learner. “How hard can it be?” I ask with a forced cocky smile. “I mean, clearly it’s hard, but you know what I mean.”
River chuckles and moves closer, placing a hand behind my neck.
My heart slams against my ribcage as he lingers there for a moment, waiting to see if I’m okay.
I nod, feeling like a fumbling teen again.
River smiles back and leans in, and gives me a long, slow kiss.
Camille and Ambrose both release weak groans as my dick tries to buck at the sensation.
When he pulls back, River strokes a thumb along my lower lip, and my brain goes fuzzy when he tugs it down like he’s inspecting my mouth to see if it’s good enough to take him.
“Can’t believe I’m going to suck a dick,” I murmur as he rises, standing so that he can position his hard length in front of my face. “Promise to tell me if I do something wrong? I don’t want to be complete shit at this.”
Ambrose’s hand lands on my thigh, and he squeezes me, sending reassurance. “You’re okay, Jackson. You don’t need to be perfect.”
River nods, stroking a hand through my hair. “All you need is to be you.”
The love through the bond has me on the verge of tears. “Even if I’m all teeth?” I joke thickly.
River snorts. “Yeah. If that’s the case, I’ll just have to train you to suck my cock the way I want.” His voice lowers, sending a shiver down my spine. “I’m a good teacher, and I know how eager you are to please.”
“F-fuck.” Now I’m imagining River as my stern professor while I’m begging him to give me a better grade, and that wasn’t a fantasy I ever had before, but it sure as hell is now.
“Open,” River rasps, the time for talking fading away as he senses my arousal through the bond.
My lips part, and oh fuck, that’s the tip of his dick resting on my tongue. The taste of him is as dark and rich as his scent. Indulgent. No wonder Camille and Ambrose like this.
I hesitate only for a moment, eager to prove to myself that I can do this and eager for more of that taste. I hollow my mouth, making sure to cover my teeth with my lips, and bob my head down on him. I gag almost immediately as he hits the back of my throat, sputtering as he pulls off.
“Shit, you don’t have to take it all right away,” River curses, eyes wide.
The part of my brain that doesn’t back down from a challenge lights up, and I hold his gaze as I do it again. This time I’m prepared for the gag, and fight through it, staying down on his dick as the head of it presses into my throat.
River curses, his hand in my hair tightening.
Triumphant, I pull back off and spit on his dick while I give myself a moment of respite, before taking him back down again. The groan he lets out has my dick throbbing, spine tingling as an unexpected orgasm builds.
I like this. A lot. Seeing the surprise in River’s eyes, watching as he goes from soft and reassuring to using my mouth for his pleasure, knowing I’m the person that’s making him lose control, is fucking amazing.
Beneath me, Camille releases a shuddering sigh, her ass clenching around me as I swell and throb inside her.
“Shit, this is having the opposite effect of what you’d hoped for.” Ambrose’s words are hoarse, and I can feel his knot expanding, his dick pressing against mine inside our omega.
Overloaded with sensation and the arousal thrumming through River and Ambrose’s bond, I moan around River’s dick, bringing my hand up to squeeze his knot.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” River curses. “Do you want it—”
I moan again, unwilling to risk taking my mouth off of him and not see this through to the end. I don’t do things halfway. If I’m going to suck my best friend’s dick, he’s going to fucking come down my throat.
He stares down at me, looking utterly ruined as his dick jerks, unloading and moaning my name. It floods down my throat and, fuck, he comes so much I have to pull off with a sputter before it chokes me, and he’s still coming, ropes of his cum splattering across my lips and chin.
Ambrose and Camille moan beneath me, and she clenches down hard enough around us to make me see stars as she comes and Ambrose follows her over the edge. Awash in the delirious pleasure, I can’t do anything but surrender to it. Lightning races down my spine, and I come so hard my vision blacks out.
When I finally regain a semblance of composure, I find River staring down at me with a slightly sheepish smile.
“So, how did I do?” I grin up at him.
He huffs out a weak laugh. “So fucking good.”
“Yeah?”
He shakes his head at me. “Don’t let it get to your head. You missed some.” He swipes through the streak of cum on my chin, then extends it down to Camille, who laps at his fingers with a contented sigh.
Goddamn, that’s sexy.
“I’ll do better next time,” I murmur, licking my lips.
Ambrose clears his throat. “You both need to stop flirting or we’ll be stuck like this for hours.”
Shit, he’s right. We’re no closer to getting unstuck, and now I’m positive my dick will have a bruise from Ambrose’s knot.
I grin, still basking in the afterglow of my orgasm and giving my first blowjob. “Eh, it was worth it.”
“You’re a menace,” River sighs, and Ambrose nods in agreement.
“He’s perfect,” Camille says with a happy sigh.
My heart expands at her sweet, lust-drunk words. “You heard the lady. I’m perfect,” I tease.
River’s kiss takes me by surprise. It’s brief but filled with affection, and he smiles against my lips when he pulls away. “You are.”