My sexual fluidity has been a part of me for years. I never understood what it meant, where I could be attracted to a man as I was a woman. It’s never been about gender for me, but the person. That occurred only when I got to know he or she on a deeper level. It’s how I fell in love with Tanya.
People had versions and opinions about what I am. I was me, and a label would never change that at the end of the day. Was I bi? Was I gender blind? Was I pan or even demi? It didn’t matter because I’d started to care for River well before he declared his love for me, having dropped to his knees, and began to unbuckle my pants to suck my cock. And fuck, would all of it had been perfect if not for the fact he was only sixteen and was Robert’s pride and joy. Both Kenzie and River were.
And the mouth of that girl. Hell, I could put it to better use than the sass that falls from it usually.
I want to comfort both kids, but the second I let my guard down, I’ll be so screwed. How could I do this to Robert? And for fuck’s sake. I loved Tanya. She was mine until Robert walked into the room, an hour after Tanya and I had met. Robert and I were best friends from childhood. I saw the way they both instantly lit up, and it became even more evident as time went on. Robert knew I loved her, but I stepped aside because there was never any way I could compete with what those two shared.
I’d wept for Tanya as Robert had the day she died. But Kenzie is both the spitting image of her mama and so different in every aspect. Tanya was sweet, and where Kenzie is, too, her mouth will get her into a heap of trouble. At the thought of Kenzie’s mouth, I have a lot I want to use it for.
My thoughts race to both of Robert’s kids, and my mind wanders to what could have been if Tanya was still alive. And yet, I think of what could be with River and Kenzie.
Popping my head out into the hall, River is standing against the wall, next to my bedroom door.
I storm him, as I’ve done before, pulling him into my room by his shirt. I push his body against the same wall as earlier.
“I shouldn’t want you. But I do. I thought my love was all-consuming for Tanya. It’s nothing compared to how I feel about you, or…”
I don’t say but it’s not needed. He gives me a bob of his head, as though he knows what I mean, or rather, who I mean.
“I should let you walk away.” He’s quiet, his eyes on fire for me, for where this is going. “Do you want to walk away?”
He shakes his head no, and I continue because I can’t offer him anything, only tonight.
“This isn’t more than one night, Riv. I can’t offer you more, and at this point, Robert may just come back to kill me.”
His hand lands on my cheek. “I’ll take what I can get. With you, I’ll always take what I can get.”
I won’t fuck his ass, though I want to. He should be with someone who can give him more than a night, but I’ll give him an experience.
My mouth covers his in a split second, and his lips are as soft as I remember the few times I allowed his taste to invade me.
“Bed,” I growl through our shared kiss. He obeys, and in the bedroom, he’s a good boy, to always abide by my wishes. “Off with your pants, off with your boxers.”
He begins to pull his shirt over his head and our body, skin to skin, will make me want more than just one night. “Nope, boy, the shirt stays on.” There’s confusion written on his face, with the way his eyebrows knit together, but he doesn’t challenge me.
“Lie on your stomach, hands above your head.” It’s another demand he takes at face value. “I can’t fuck you tonight. Because if I do, I won’t give you up tomorrow.”
“No one has to know, Ize.” It’s the nickname he’d given me two years ago. I’ve missed having something only he calls me.
“It’s this or nothing.” I lean over to the dresser, grabbing the lube, pouring a generous portion on my fingers. With one, I breach his virgin ass, and he’s tight. At the thought, my mind goes there, how my dick would feel stretching him.
“I want you to know how great it feels,” I begin.
The boy and his mouth doesn’t surprise me. “Your uncut cock would feel ten times better.” But when I let another digit breach his puckered hole, his moan radiates and echoes in my room.
His hands reach for my dick. “Please, I need it, to touch it, then in my mouth.”
He wants to blow me, yeah, I have plans for him.
“All things come if you wait patiently.” And a third finger enters him. “Now, I’m not removing my fingers from you, but I need you to roll over.” I have a plan, one that will give him an orgasm he’ll forever remember.
He does as I’ve ordered, and when I have access to his dick, I begin jerking him off, and every once in a while, I lick the tip of his cock.
“Fuck, Ize, I’m going to come.” I continue with his ass, and my tongue and my other hand, and he begins to shake, and his cum paints his stomach. And because I’m a glutton for punishment, I lick every bit of him.
“I swear to the heavens, that was fucking hot.” But I’m not done. I push off the bed and strip from the waist down, and with my hand, I move his mouth to the side of the bed, where he has access to my cock.
“Suck me, boy, suck me hard, and suck me fast. And when you’re done, swallow everything. Remember my taste because this is it.”
I expect his mouth to smart off, but he does as I command.
His lips are something else, and as my stomach and every part of me beg, I spill my seed in him. He’s a good boy in my bed; he does as he’s been told.
There’s a smile plastered on his face. I can get used to this, to him, but I can’t.
“Shut the door on the way out,” I order, making my way to the master bathroom. I steal one last glance at River Hanson, and it pains me to send him away, but I can’t have him, not like I want.
Chapter 9
River
I thought I hated him two years ago. It’s nothing compared to what he just put me through. He told me what it was going to be like and did I really think he’d change his mind? The stubborn bastard.
I walk past Kenzie’s door, across from my own door, and something behind it has me stopping. She’s crying, and with a push of it, my eyes adjust, with the moon illuminating the room. I realize, she’s not crying, and the covers are pushed off of her, and she’s completely naked.
“Yeah, right there, yeah, baby, right there.”
If the covers weren’t thrown aside, I’d think there was someone in the bed giving her pleasure. One hand is playing with her tit, and the other is playing with her clit. Thank fuck, I have 20/20 eyesight, and Kenz is as blind as a bat. I stay in the cracked doorway, watching a wet dream come true.
“Uncle I, right there. Right fucking there.” She’s fantasizing of Isaiah fucking her? “And, Riv, I need your cock. Can I taste you?” It’s similar to how I begged Isaiah for his cock just earlier. It hits me, as if it hadn’t before, she’s exploring her body, with Isaiah and myself in mind. And if I didn’t have enough for the spank bank, she’s given me the keys to the kingdom.
What a fucking nightmare, and fantasy at the same time, as I still can taste Isaiah in my mouth.