To be closer to Riv.
To connect with him.
To feel him inside of me.
Over and over again.
I’d been naive to think that one night would be enough together. And even after all these weeks of sneaking around, I’m afraid I’ve only grown more attached. Needier. More desperate. And for the first time since we’ve gotten together, I can officially show him how I feel without fear of my brother catching us together.
With my hand pressed to his chest, I push him away, then pull off my hoodie and breathe a sigh of relief when the cool air kisses my bare shoulders.
“You. Sit back,” I order, brushing my hair away from my face.
I wish I had a damn elastic.
“Someone’s bossy.” He grins back at me as he settles into his dark red camping chair and lets his thighs hang open. Tempting me. Taunting me. Daring me to make my next move.
A thick bulge greets me through his dark jeans, and I lick my lips before sliding onto my knees in the dirt in front of him. “Are you complaining that I’m bossy?”
“Only if you tell me I can’t touch you.”
The thought of his hands not tangling into my hair as I push him to the edge makes me pause. I peek up at him and ask, “Will you think I’m clingy if I tell you that I always want you to touch me?”
The fire reflects in his soft gaze as he looks down at me and smiles. “No. I’d think you were perfect.”
“You’re just saying that ‘cause you want me to suck on your dick,” I tease.
Throwing his head back, he laughs. And it’s loud. And playful. And makes me feel lighter than air. “I didn’t say it because of that, but now that you mention it, you are rather chatty right now. I think we can find better things to do with that mouth, don’t you?”
He runs his thumb along my cheekbone then presses the pad against my lips, making them part. Greedily, I suck his finger into my mouth and swirl my tongue along the tip. His eyes darken with each passing second, transforming his earlier amusement into full-on need.
“Still thinking about marshmallows?” he challenges, his voice raw and gritty.
I bite his thumb, then pull away and tilt my head to one side, dragging my hands from his knees to his front pockets before massaging his cock through the fabric. “Do I look like I’m thinking about marshmallows?”
“You look like you’re thinking about something.”
Laughing, I unbutton his jeans, then carefully slide the zipper down and pull out his erection through the gap in his boxers. A drop of precum drips from the slit as I lazily rub my hand up and down his length. Like I have all the time in the world. Like I’m not dying with anticipation. Like this isn’t turning me on in a way that I’ve only ever felt with him.
I lean closer and drag my tongue along the head, lapping at him like he’s a damn ice cream cone while savoring the way his breath hitches and his fingers drag along my sensitive scalp.
Peeking up at him, I smile when I see his head thrown back and his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he tries to catch his breath.
“Shit, Reese. Stop. Stop.” He cups my face, pulling me off him with a slight pop before dragging me up his body. “I thought I was the one who’s supposed to make you scream,” he growls.
“I’m sorry. Are you complaining?” I quip. I’d be offended if it weren’t for his staggered breathing and the lust reflecting in his eyes.
“Hell, no. But I want to be inside you.”
My core clenches with need. “I mean…if you insist.”
Another laugh escapes him before he pulls me to my feet then stands to his full height. “I insist.”
Then he guides me to the bed of his truck and kisses me again as his fingers make short work of my jeans. With a swift pull, they’re tossed aside, and his mouth is busy sucking on the column of my throat.
“Riv,” I moan.
“Come on, babe.” His fingers dig into my bare thighs before he lifts me and sets me on the edge of the tailgate that’s littered with blankets. Then his mouth is on mine again. Biting. Kissing. Sucking. Filling me to the brim with a longing so deep that I’m afraid I’ll never feel complete until he’s inside of me.
“River,” I whimper. “I need you.”
Without a word, he kicks his pants and boxers off and climbs into the bed of the truck. The stars above us are brighter and more breathtaking than I’ve ever seen, but they don’t hold a candle to the man on top of me.
“Do you want me to torture you or put us both out of our misery?” he asks between kisses.
I hook my ankles around him and lick my lips. “No more torture. I don’t think I can wait any longer.”
“Good girl.” He lines himself up with my entrance and pushes into me. Stretching me. Making my toes curl and my back arch as he grabs my waist to keep me in place.
With a gasp, I dig my nails into his back and hold on for dear life.
His movements are slow and steady, giving me time to adjust until I’m matching his pace and urging him on.
“You’re still quiet,” he points out, his voice stilted with every thrust.
“What? You thought I’d give my scream to you?” I challenge with a quirked brow.
His smile is wicked before he leans down and bites my neck. Hard. My mouth opens, and a silent scream escapes me, but it only spurs him on. Shifting his weight, he snakes his hand between us, then rubs at the apex of my thighs in rhythm with his punishing movements.
Then a real scream claws its way up my throat, and I chant his name over and over again.
So. Close.
Right. There.
Don’t. Stop.
It doesn’t take long before my entire body is vibrating with energy, and an orgasm rushes through me.
Like I’m on fire.
And then I’m floating.
His grunts pick up their pace before he collapses onto me. The weight of his massive frame isn’t suffocating. It’s comforting somehow. I feel protected. Safe. And maybe even a little cherished too.
“That was…” My voice trails off.
He rolls off me and stares up at the gorgeous stars above us.
“Better than a s’more?” he offers.
“Definitely better,” I agree with a big, dopey grin plastered on my face, still trying to catch my breath.
He settles back between my bare thighs, resting on his forearms to keep from suffocating me with his weight, and pushes my hair away from my forehead. His calloused fingers scratch my skin but make my heart flutter as he brushes his mouth just above my eyebrows.
“I could live here, you know,” he murmurs against my dewy skin.
“Between my thighs?”
He grinds against me. “Yeah. Here too. But I meant away from it all. Out here, we can be together without having to hide shit. We can just…be.”
He’s right. It feels nice to have those barriers down. To live in the moment without stressing over who could walk in on us or if our alibis will check out on the off chance someone bothers to call us. Sneaking around isn’t fun. But facing the truth doesn’t exactly sound like a picnic, either.
“I could live here too,” I murmur, dragging my fingers along his bare skin.
And I really could.
The moment is sweet. Tender. It’ll be etched into my memory until the day I die.