Chapter 22 #3
Newt turned and the delicious torture continued.
River slid his hands down his back, massaging him with his thumbs, pressing hard enough between the bony ridges of Newt’s spine to make the breath catch in his throat.
When River slid his fingers down the crease of his arse, Newt jerked against the tiles.
“Fuck!” Newt groaned.
“Love that?”
“You know I do.”
“Say it then!”
“I really like it when you do that.”
River pressed himself against him, nipped his shoulder hard, then kissed it better as he pushed one finger down the cleft of Newt’s backside. A knee between his thighs made Newt widen his stance.
“Tell me what you…think about this.” River teased the line of flesh between Newt’s balls and the entrance to his body, pressing until Newt was up on his toes and whining.
When River slid to his knees and Newt felt his mouth on his backside, he forgot how to breathe.
He tipped back his head, trying to fill his lungs only for a torrent of water to hit his face and pour into his throat.
River was clearly so concerned by the amount of choking going on, that he pushed to his feet, slapped him on the back and Newt flailed.
“Are you okay?”
“Just drowning…not waving. Fuck!” He coughed.
“Don’t drown yet! I need you to…tell me something first. Three words. Can you…g-guess what they are?”
“Who are you?”
“No!”
River sounded so outraged that Newt laughed and coughed at the same time.
River dragged his lightly stubbled chin down Newt’s spine. “Let’s get out while you’re still breathing.”
“But you missed a bit.”
“Did I?”
“More than a bit, really. Quite a big part of me.”
“Sorry. I didn’t notice.”
“That’s my confidence shredded. Maybe we do need that tape measure.”
“Go lie on the bed and I’ll see if I can f-figure out what you’re…talking about.”
Newt growled, but grabbed a towel as he went back into the bedroom. Just as he reached the bed, River leapt on his back and knocked him forwards onto the mattress.
“Hey! Be careful of your side!” Newt told him. “My sewing isn’t very neat if it needs redoing.”
“I’m fine. I’ll change the d-dressing later. Roll onto your back.”
After River slid off him, Newt flipped over.
“Oh, that’s what you were t-talking about.” River licked around Newt’s navel.
“Close.”
River kissed the inside of Newt’s arm. “There?”
“Colder,” Newt said.
Then he was kissed on his knee.
“There?”
“Possibly slightly warmer.”
“How much do you love me?” River produced lube and a condom out of nowhere.
“I knew that magic set would prove useful.”
“How much do you love me?” River repeated.
“A lot.”
“You have to say all of it.” River shoved at Newt’s legs until he drew them up.
“All of what?”
One leisurely, slurpy lick down the inside of his thigh before a mouth wrapped around his balls, and Newt slipped into a state of bliss.
A hand—not his—gripped the base of his cock and halted bliss in its tracks.
“Ouch. That wasn’t nice.”
“I don’t want you to come yet.”
“At least you found the bit you missed. Well done.”
While River maintained his tight hold on Newt’s cock, with his other hand, he applied fingertip pressure to his hole, circling, pressing and teasing, but not trying to get past the muscle barrier.
Newt’s eyes fluttered shut. He heard the lube pop open, then fingers smoothed it over the entrance to his body.
“Do you love when I do this?”
“I…have no words.”
“Bastard!”
When River finally pushed his finger inside him, Newt fought to swallow his whimpers.
Failed. Though two fingers shut him up entirely.
Three sent him wild, made him hover between a quivering mess and a tightly wound-up spring.
If River hadn’t kept a tight hold on his cock, he’d have come.
Though the rhythmic brush of his prostate was going to trigger him at any moment.
Then the fingers were gone, the hold on his cock was gone, the need to come was on pause and River was fumbling with the condom with slick fingers.
Newt caught hold of his wrist. “You don’t have to use one. Up to you. You’re about to fire that one halfway across the room anyway.”
“Oh God, Newt. Sure?”
“Yes.”
River catapulted the condom at Newt’s chest.
“Ouch. Even though that hurt, I love you,” Newt whispered.
River tipped back his head and howled. “How am I ever going to tell the kids when you first said that?”
Kids? “Pretend I didn’t say it then. I’ll find a better moment.”
Kids. Could we? The thought evaporated when he felt a cold slickness against his hole. There was a muffled groan from River as he stroked Newt’s cock, spreading lube down its length. A louder groan when he did it again.
“Enjoying yourself?” Newt asked.
“I love it. Do you?”
Newt stared at him. The lump in his throat didn’t shift when he swallowed.
River’s eyes had darkened and his cheeks were flushed. His knees pressed hard against the inside of Newt’s lower thighs, keeping his legs apart. River leaned in to steal one soft kiss before he pulled back, but he kept their faces close together as he pressed into Newt.
Newt’s lungs locked, his hands flailing until they were pushed over his head and secured by one of River’s.
They shared air for several seconds, then River moved again, sliding deep and long inside him…
and all breathing stopped. Newt felt every inch of River’s cock, the heat, the strength, the size of him.
The intimate joining of their bodies was so overwhelming, that Newt instantly forgot the slight discomfort it had taken to get to this point.
River’s face said everything. Delight, need, lust, love.
Newt hoped his said the same. River rocked gently for a moment, hardly pushing in before pulling out, then started to drive harder.
Newt’s hands were released and he wrapped his arms around River as he powered into him, being careful not to clutch at his wound.
Newt bucked up into River, meeting each thrust, and River cried out.
Newt’s cock was trapped between them, rubbed between their stomachs and he needed more.
He was trying to writhe against River and push up at the same time.
He was so close to coming, so close to that ultimate spike of pleasure, he could barely believe that he hadn’t already fallen.
“F-ffffuck.” River was going faster now, crying out, grunting, gasping, his face wild, but his gaze locked with Newt’s.
They came within seconds of each other, Newt just ahead, and their lips met as River emptied himself inside him, wet heat making his movements slick, smooth and…perfect.
They were both left trembling.
“Newt, Newt, Newt.” River whispered his name over and over as if he was afraid the word might disappear if he stopped saying it. “Oh my God.”
“You made me come, damn you.” Newt sucked in air. “I had a whole ten seconds planned.”
River groaned. “You don’t plan orgasms.”
“I absolutely do.” Newt panted. “I’m very professional about it.”
River chuckled. “Tragic, really. I might have to sabotage you again, if you’re lucky.”
“Threatening me already?”
“Promising,” River corrected.
Finally, he slid out of him and dropped his head onto Newt’s chest.
“I’m ruined,” Newt said quietly.
“Happy ruined?” River asked, tracing lazy shapes on Newt’s chest.
“Devastatingly,” Newt said. “Not sure I’ll ever recover.”
River snorted and kept drawing.
Newt frowned. “What are you—are you doodling?”
“No.”
Newt thought they were just random squiggles but he realized River was writing I love you.
“That’s not how you spell love.”
“What? Yes, it is! Bastard! I’m being romantic.”
“Sorry. Yeah, you are.” Newt smiled. “No limp, hardly any gaps in your speech, you can write, you can spell, your sense of humour is back. You’re all better.”
River hummed, lifting his head just enough to look at him. “Almost all better.”
He pressed his palm over Newt’s heart, fingers splayed like he was claiming the rhythm.
“Some things,” River said quietly, “only heal when I’m here. With you.”
Newt swallowed, breath hitching, and slid his arm around River’s back. “Lucky me.”