Eleven #3
Why the hell did it take us so long to do this? Now that I know the way River’s voice drops when my hand is wrapped around his dick, I don’t think I ever want to stop hearing it—but that’s the whole point of this. It’s all temporary.
I delicately suck on the skin of River’s neck. “That’s more than okay.”
It’s actually music to my ears.
I climb off River, long enough for him to pull his jeans the rest of the way down to his ankles and for me to take off my shorts.
River doesn’t say anything. Instead, he gently nudges my thighs apart and I lean back against my hands, allowing him to do whatever he wants to me.
His fingertips lightly brush over my inner thighs, smoothing over my goosebumps.
My stomach tightens the lower River’s hands get.
My elbow is definitely digging into the hard plastic of the back door but getting to experience River’s touch like this makes it worth it.
Maybe if it wasn’t nighttime, I could make out more of the near awe in River’s expression.
I guess this just means that next time we’ll have to have sex in the backseat of his car during the day.
My legs jerk closed when River decides to take his thumb and slowly run circles over my clit.
He may not have done anything before, but I’m now starting to question what he watches in his free time.
My fingernails dig into the flesh of his wrist when River takes it upon himself to circle his thumb against my pussy faster.
I throw my head back, hitting the window and wincing.
I’m not even worried about it because my attention is honed in on River’s hand that’s currently between my legs, but River notices.
I know this because his movements slow but before he can pull away, I wrap both hands around his forearm, pulling his hand back.
“I’m okay,” I whine. “Just please don’t stop.”
River listens.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, his eyes glued to the spot between my legs.
“I could say the same thing about you,” I tease while nudging his knee with my foot and I can’t help but stare at the way he’s sitting there, ready. His skin is glowy and perfect. His dick resting against his stomach.
I’m waiting for this to get awkward. For both of us to come to our senses and agree that this is the stupidest idea we’ve ever had. Me, specifically.
But it doesn’t come.
My body tenses up, my back arching against the cotton of River’s backseat. Hot pleasure builds in my lower stomach. “River—I’m going to come.”
“Want me to stop?”
“No!” I blurt out, afraid the word won’t leave my lips fast enough and River will pull his hand away again, taking away the pressing of his thumb against me. The sweet pressure that causes my hips to thrust up, desperately needing everything from River.
The wet sound of my arousal wraps around us, along with the sharpness of my rapid breaths. I beg him for more, spreading my legs as far as I can with what little space I have.
“Am I making you feel good?” River has the audacity to ask.
“God, yes.” My voice shakes. “Please, River please.”
“I’ve wanted to see you like this for such a long time.”
He doesn’t give me time to process that he’s pulling his fingers away because before a single protest can escape me, River angles himself and latches his tongue to my clit.
I can’t help but take a large chunk of his hair into my death grip. I desperately grind against his face. My thighs try to close around River’s head but he keeps me split open for him.
“Come for me, Pretty Girl. Let me feel it.”
The tingling in my limbs is too much to bear.
So much so that I don’t even comment on the nickname.
I see nothing but white behind my eyes and I feel nothing but warmth between my legs.
The tip of River’s tongue continues lapping around me as my hips jerk forward and my toes curl.
Then I slump back into the hard cushions, finally feeling like I can breathe again.
River’s tongue doesn’t stop though. He laps around my pussy, cleaning up any mess I made. My hand remains in his hair but simply resting this time instead of pulling the poor guy’s hair out. It’s his own fault really.
“Was that okay?” River asks against my thigh, gently nipping at the fragile skin.
I nudge his head with my thigh, smiling. “I think we’re going to have to discuss your screen time, Jaejoon.”
River pulls away. It’s both a blessing and a curse. I’m able to catch my breath but I also want more of him.
“Or I could just show you,” River chuckles against my lips.
I reach down to stroke him a few more times but then River’s hand grabs my wrist. “Don’t hate me,” he says.
A laugh escapes me but disappointment begins to bubble up my throat. “Then don’t say something that’ll make me hate you.”
“I don’t have a condom.” River winces.
Oh no. Whatever will we do?
“Well.” I go back to stroking him, mumbling my next words into his shoulder. “I’m clean and on birth control. So if you’d like…I wouldn’t mind riding you raw.”
River swallows, his voice coming out raspy as he speaks. “I’m not exactly going to say no to that.”