Chapter Eleven
AKIRA
My first conscious thought is where the fuck am I?
I feel like I’m floating in space. A wet and warm space. Then I realize I’ve got the worst case of brain fog and pasty mouth.
I open my eyes, blinking and frowning against the bright light.
I focus my gaze on the red tiles in front of me.
Where have I seen them before? The round edge of a bathtub, my feet under the water.
My legs cradled by powerful thighs, one is scarred.
River. I’m in River’s bathroom. In River’s tub.
In River’s embrace. His thick, veiny arms are on both sides of me, resting on the ceramic rim.
His chin keeps rubbing over the crown of my head.
I’m momentarily distracted by the familiarity of our position.
His grip is much gentler than usual, like I was made out of fine china.
The smoothness and comfort of his skin against mine is more than welcome.
It’s hard to wrap my head around anything else right now, but flashes of memories are being insistent in finding a space in my mind.
I turn my cheek on his chest and rub my nose over his strong collarbone, taking in his smell.
“How do you feel?” His rumbly voice makes me tremble in delight. How can I ever have enough of his gravelly voice?
“My head feels like cotton wool, and my mouth is as dry as the desert,” I tell him. A glass appears in front of my eyes with a couple of pills. I swallow them and wash them down with the water, all in one gulp.
“What service!” I sigh.
“You look like hell,” he states mercilessly after a few seconds.
“Thanks,” I snap back sarcastically.
“You looked like death before; hell is an improvement.” Is he teasing me? His tone sounds grave, though. Heavy with remorse.
Even without seeing his expression, I know too well what he’s thinking. “Stop with that face, you ass. What happened is not your fault!”
“I should have come earlier,” he mutters, delicately lifting my hand. There’s cuts and bruises on my knuckles.
“You arrived at the right time. And saved my ass…literally. Ling Wang’s miniature dick had STD written all over it.”
I feel his body tensing behind me. “It’s my job to protect you.”
“Even your middle name says it. River Ichigo Locke.” Maybe the reminder will distract him.
“Did you do it for real?”
“I told you I went to the city hall myself,” I clip. Such little faith in me. “Ichigo means one who protects. And you do a fine job at that. So you can’t ever leave me.”
His silence makes me frown. No, he isn’t!
“You fucking bastard!” I spin around until I kneel on the bathtub floor between his legs, water sloshes over the edge. “Quit running scared and tell me why. Why are you thinking of leaving me?”
Fuck, but he’s a handsome bastard with his long, wet hair tucked behind his ears.
“Because you are going to get married.” His eyes hold so much pain in them. It soothes my anger—slightly.
“Says who?”
“The kumicho. All the dates you went on.”
“I was never serious about it, and you know it!”
He makes a doubtful expression that tells me he didn’t. Pushed by increasing annoyance, my fingers grip the side of his right shoulder where there’s a new superficial wound. The hiss leaving his mouth doesn’t make me feel better, but I don’t let go.
“Are you fucking serious, bunny? You thought I was letting you shag me while still thinking of getting hitched?” I let out an incredulous laugh.
“There’s a hierarchy in the organization.”
Still pulling that status distinction crap. “Fuck that! I’ll change all of the rules for you. You’ve got me, River. You don’t need anything else. Are you listening to me, you asshole?”
My hand darts forward, wrapping around his nape and taking control as I close my lips around his. Shit, but he tastes so good, like the rarest exotic fruit, and at the same time the safest place I’ve ever been.
“You play dirty,” he grumbles against my mouth while I straddle him.
I bite his lower lip and hum with enjoyment as I pull on the stopper chain to drain the water. “Always.” I push myself back a little and start rubbing my dick against his very hard one. The friction those beads create along my length and on the tip of my cock is what dreams are made of.
“I hate when you put distance between us,” I pant, all horny for him.
He groans deeply; his hands grip my hips, guiding them. “It’s a daily fight to control these fucking feelings I have for you while you look so damn carefree.”
“Carefree? I’ve been going crazy planning Operation Snare the Bunny.” I moan as my balls graze against a couple of beads.
“The what?”
I ignore his idiotic, confused face. “I’d been trying to get you in my bed for a month before it actually happened. When did I ever put all that effort into…anything?” His cock feels so good, I can’t stop rocking my hips.
“In your bed!” His firm grip stops them. Fucker! “All you want is a fuck, while I—”
“A fuck? A FUCK?” I scream. “I crave you. Every little aspect of you—breath, look, touch, thought. And yes, I want you to fuck me, seal the deal, and own you entirely, you fucking mammoth of an idiot!”
I grab his hand and give the usual bite at the base of his pinky. For the first time, I notice that the red bite marks form a ring on his skin. Is that a subliminal message my brain has been sending all this time?
“Those fucking teeth hurt,” he growls.
“Loving you hurts! I love you so much, I hate you,” I state with a sniff.
“Yeah? Well I’ve been longing for you for too many fucking years. You tucked yourself in that small space where breath and beat meet.” He presses his palm over his chest. “You’ll never leave it. Me. Doesn’t matter where I am.”
Years, eh?! A rush of excitement makes my body shake because I like how deeply I’m stashed within him. Like an inner mark nobody can ever erase. “Is that an order?”
“It’s a promise from your—” he stops talking, a light blush touches his cheeks, and I finish for him.
“Boyfriend.”
I can’t stop the grin stretching my lips to the maximum. “We are mushy as fuck,” I add teasingly.
“Don’t care.” He brushes his fingers over the bruise on my jaw.
“Please care not to throw my heart around, or I’ll put a cage around your cock, take some pictures, and show Joel how kinky you are.” Using his brother to tease him can easily become my new favorite pastime.
I hear him cussing as I graze my teeth down his thick neck. The cock stroking resumes, and after a few seconds, our hard, fast breaths are the only sounds in the bathroom. The tub is almost empty as I ride him with abandon.
We are so desperate for each other, our movements are frantic, wild, chasing the pleasure. He grabs my head and pushes our foreheads together. I’m breathing, smelling, feeling only him as ecstasy finally hits me, and I come, followed by him.
My chest is still heaving when he whispers darkly, “Now you look like mine.” His blazing blue eyes are focused on his cum dripping down my chest. I like when he turns possessive over me. But my obsession wins over his. Hands down. Hands. Down.
I grab the body lotion from the edge of the tub and pour some on my fingers. “This part is not yours yet,” I say sultrily, as I lift my body to insert two fingers inside myself, looking straight into his darkening eyes.
I need more of him. I’m not even remotely satisfied, and he’s still rock hard.
My tongue licks the small cut on his cheek, and then my teeth go for it just as I feel his finger spearing my hole and sliding next to mine.
Fuck! It’s like having four of mine inside.
I’m so stretched already, but I know his cock is thicker.
I start bouncing hard and fast on them, I need to get this prep stage out of the way fast.
“I’m trying to be gentle here,” he grumbles.
“Don’t want that. Just be who you are. I’ll take you…ahhhh!” He yanks the fingers out and gets me on his dick, pushing the tip in. Even after days of fucking, it’s still not easy to take him.
“Just give it all to me, the whole bumpy, elephant dick! I need it.” I’m already high on pleasure. That mushroom cockhead of his is the ultimate orgasm tool.
He shoves it all in, forcing tears out of my eyes.
But the sudden fullness I’m feeling alleviates the sting and assuages my mending heart.
His fingers wrap around my wrists, pulling them behind my back as he begins moving inside of me slowly, steadily, bouncing me on it.
Like he has no rush at all, like he wants to enjoy me thoroughly.
This is different. He usually pounds my ass like an alien in heat until we both cry out our bliss.
His hips are driving into me with unrelenting thrusts, his moves are slow but purposeful.
Our chests keep rubbing every time he bottoms out, turning my nipples taut.
The way he’s fucking me is still very passionate, but there’s something more to it.
His intense blue eyes are glued to my face, and in them, I can see clearly how deep his desire for me is, how profound his love. He accepted his fate, finally.
“Every time I hit this spot.” He fucks up into me to show me the exact place he’s talking about. “You squeeze me so tightly.”
“I can’t feel anything but you,” I moan, letting my head fall back. His raw cock is the embodiment of pleasure.
“Yeah?” he growls, giving me a powerful thrust.
I arch my body until I can see a small bump on my lower belly. “This is all you, bunny.”
“Shit!” He seems hypnotized by it as his finger brushes over it and then pushes, making my eyes cross. “I’m so deep in you.”
“Go deeper,” I beg.
His thrusts have turned more forceful, desperate. My name on his lips, his light body hair, his thick, veiny cock fucking me, and those scars. I’m going to come.
“Oh god! Fuck! Give me a scar.” I feel the urge to be marked while he’s inside me.
He instantly gives a vicious bite on my neck, and I climax again, crying out all my bliss as my dick throbs untouched, sending jizz between us.