Fourteen #2
I force my feet in the opposite direction of the living room, walking into River’s bedroom. Once in bed, I twist and turn and now I’m staring up at the ceiling.
I’ve never been this desperate. Sex is nice and all, but I’ve always had other things to focus on.
I’ve never needed it this badly. I’m like a damn dog in heat.
But apparently it doesn’t bother me that much because I’m sitting up on my knees, snatching one of River’s pillows and shoving it between my thighs, now straddling it.
This is actually worse than using the showerhead but I’ll feel guilty about it later.
The first grind of my hips against the pillow is hesitant, like maybe I can talk myself out of this, but I can’t. My fists clench around the pillow, holding it in place. I change my pace, shift my angle, even picture River being the one underneath me. But it’s still not enough.
I drop my face into the sheets, whining in frustration. I just want River’s hands on me. His mouth. His moans. I’m sure if he just sat right across from me, I could touch myself to the sight of him.
Or…even just his voice.
My hand shoots out toward the nightstand and I reach for my phone, moving in desperation as I scroll and click on River’s caller I.D.
“Summer?” River answers on the second ring. “Everything alright? I thought you went to go lie down.”
“I can’t sleep.” I’m already back to grinding down on the pillow, but I stop myself. “I need your help.”
“Okay…” he chuckles. “Need me to grab you some sleeping pills or something?”
If I didn’t want him inside me so badly I’d probably punch him. I groan and grip the phone tighter. “You didn’t want to get in the shower with me but—but I need you.”
He sighs gently. “Summer—”
“I know, okay. I know Moose is in the apartment but if you’re not going to fuck me, then can you at least talk to me while I do it myself?”
River is silent for a moment and I quickly sit up, now afraid that I’ve made him uncomfortable and ruined this whole thing.
That’s fine, I’ll just pack up and leave the country. No big deal.
“I’m sorry, River. Just forget I ever—”
River interrupts. “Okay. I’ll help you but we have to be quiet, alright?”
Quiet? I can do quiet. Well…I can try.
“Okay.” I quickly nod my head. “I’ll be quiet. Promise.”
I hear River shift around before pressing his mouth back to his phone. “I don’t—shit, I don’t really know what I’m doing, Pretty Girl.”
Jesus Christ.
That only makes the need to go out there and ride him instead of this cold pillow near impossible to ignore. I told him I didn’t like that nickname but it does something to me that I’ve tried not to name. Not since he uttered the nickname almost nine months ago now.
I sit back up and readjust the pillow between my thighs. “Tell me how it felt when I rode you the other night. Start there.”
“Okay.” River’s voice shakes. “You felt warm and tight. Perfect,” he chuckles breathlessly.
I continue to grind down onto the pillow and it already feels ten times better now that River’s voice is in my ear.
River speaks again. This time his voice sounds more comfortable. Confident. “Your skin tasted sweet and I can’t wait until you let me taste between your thighs again.”
“Please,” I whine, my hips moving desperately and breaths shallow.
“As much as I love those noises, you’ve got to stay quiet, sweetheart.”
I don’t know how River’s voice alone sends shockwaves to my pussy and down to my toes. I’ve gone so long without having him and now it’s as if I’ve unlocked a whole addiction.
“I just want you so bad,” I breathe into the phone.
“Yeah? How bad?”
I pull the phone away only to frantically pull off my tank top, leaving my top half bare, before bringing it back to my ear.
“Summer?” River gently calls out to me. “How bad do you want me?”
He’s either going to think I’m insane and hang up this call, or maybe he’ll finally come in here and pound me into the mattress.
Guess I’ll just have to take a chance.
“I want you so bad that…I’m riding your pillow.”
River chuckles. “You’re so desperate for me that you’re in my bed, humping my pillow, and listening to my voice?”
Yeah, that pretty much sums it up, doesn’t it?
I should be embarrassed but the fact that River is practically encouraging me at this point, only makes me more determined to unravel the twisting in my lower stomach. Maybe then I’ll be able to come to my senses.
“Please don’t stop talking,” I beg. “I’m so close.”
River complies. “You really couldn’t wait, could you? Tell me, Summer, what’s got you so riled up? So impatient?”
For someone who’s never done anything sexual before, he sure as hell has a knack for knowing what to say. It’s like a flip is switched or something. I’m not complaining but it is annoyingly attractive.
I can’t even bring myself to speak without the risk of my moans escaping from underneath the door and traveling throughout the entire apartment.
As if River understands this, he answers for me. “Was it my mouth on your tits? Or was it because you got to be the first person to make me come?”
Knowing that not only am I River’s best friend, but years from now—when we’re maybe both in separate relationships—any girl he’s with will never get to have what I did. I’ve left my imprint on River in a way that feels like a secret that neither of us will ever dare to share.
Maybe he’ll tell his future girlfriends that Vivianna took his virginity. Maybe he’ll tell them the truth. But no matter what it is, I’ll know that I got to have River first. I may not be able to keep him but at least I have that.
“Picture me underneath you right now, Summer. Take what you want.” River swallows. “Ride my dick and make yourself come.”
“River,” I whine into the phone. He quiets me gently with his words, but I need more and I can’t get there. Not without him. I remain stuck in the clouds and don’t get me wrong, cloud nine is amazing but I need the relief of coming down.
“Please,” I beg, the word leaving my mouth like a prayer. “Please, I need you so bad.”
“Summer—”
I wait for a moment, letting him think of another way to let me down. If he genuinely doesn’t want to come in here with Moose around, then I understand, but him staying on the phone with me for this long seems to prove otherwise.
River sighs, sounding pained. “We have to still be quiet though, okay?”
I all but chuck the pillow away from my body and sit with my back against the headboard, waiting.
“I won’t make a sound.”
I wait for River’s footsteps to head in my direction but they don’t. Not yet.
“Touch yourself for me until I get in there.”
“River—” I groan.
“Do it for me, Pretty Girl.”
Fine. I can do that but I might as well put on a show in the meantime. I slip off my shorts, leaving me completely bare in River’s bed, engulfed by nothing but his scent and his voice in my ear.
“Are you touching yourself?” River asks.
I clutch my phone with one hand and bring my hand down to run along my inner thigh, brushing my fingertips along the sensitive skin. I don’t go straight for my clit, instead lightly brushing my fingers along my entrance, toying with myself.
“Yes,” I whisper, barely able to catch my breath.
The anticipation of him coming in here and fucking me makes it easy for two of my fingers to slip into my pussy, leaving me to arch my back. I don’t feel as full as I did with River’s dick but it’ll do for now.
“Does that feel good, Pretty Girl?” River’s voice is deep, breathy, and in a tone I’ve never heard from him before. Not until we had sex.
I nod despite him not being able to see me, throwing my head back when I begin pumping into myself, not even allowing myself time to adjust. All I know is that I need release and I’d let River do whatever he wants if he’d just get his ass in here.
I hold the phone between my jaw and shoulder, allowing my now free hand to pinch at my nipples. The whine that escapes is louder than it should be, but I’m chalking it up to the consequence of River’s dick not being inside of me yet.
“So.” River’s tongue clicks. “You’re telling me you wouldn’t be able to come just from this?”
My head shakes abruptly. The idea of now having to come without River is sickening.
“Please River,” I blurt. “Please I’ll let you do anything to me, just get your ass in here.”
“Anything?” he asks, smug.
“Yes.”
I keep pumping my fingers into myself, listening to River’s heavy breathing. At this point, nothing is stopping me from storming into the living room and sinking down onto him myself. Nothing but the sweet, delicious sound of River finally saying, “I’ll be right there.”