Page 58 of Shattered

I’m sitting on the couch with my list when River walks in.

“What are you doing?” He plops down beside me.

“I just marked off ‘get arrested’ from the list. So what do I want to know about you now?” I tap my finger on my chin.

“Ask away.” He lies back on the couch, propping his head up on the arm, looking at me.

“I don’t know what else to ask you. Just tell me something.”

He shakes his head. “Nope. You have to ask the questions.”

“I don’t know what to ask. Tell me something that nobody else knows about you.”

His blue eyes glaze over. “I’m in love with you.”

I quickly turn my head away, starting at the floor on the other side of the room. I don’t want to leave him hanging, but I’m not there yet. I can’t say those words. I haven’t even let myself admit how I feel about him yet. I was hoping to have this conversation at the end of the summer, when we get back home. I feel the couch move as he sits up.

“Jovi,” he says almost in a whisper.

I don’t answer him. I’m lost in my endless thoughts.

“Jovi.” He places his hand under my chin and tilts my head in his direction so I have to look at him.

“I didn’t say it to make you say it back. I know this summer is about finding yourself, and I’m not trying to confuse you. I just wanted you to know. I loved you the second you looked up at me with those big, brown, puppy dog eyes of yours.” His lips move to mine. They are so soft and moving slow. He’s trying to tell me something with this kiss, but what?

Is he trying to make me believe his words? Is he trying to make me forget that he said them because of my reaction?

I don’t know, so I do the only thing I know how. I kiss him back. Feeling everything he has to give me, but refusing to search inside myself to see what I truly feel for him. I’m still too broken for that.

I turn and crawl up his body until I’m straddling him. His hands land on my hips as he squeezes them. He pulls away. “I can’t do this yet.”

I feel let down, but I knew this. He’s hurt. I’m sure having a needle shoved in that part of your body will leave some lasting effects.

“I know. I just wanted to feel close to you. Give you something since I’m not quite ready to give you those words yet.”

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as his eyes darken. He stands with me in his arms, I squeal from the sudden movement. I hold on around his neck until I feel my back hit the bed with him standing over me. “What are you doing?”

His fingers slide into the waistband of my shorts as he pushes them down my legs. “Just because I can’t, doesn’t mean you can’t.

He leans down, putting his mouth on me. His tongue runs between my folds and circles around my hard nub. Every once in a while, his wet tongue flicks over it, causing a surge of lightening to jolt through me.

He teases me with his mouth for what feels like hours. When I feel myself building, he changes pace, letting it slip away only to repeat the process of pushing me to the edge, just to pull me back.

I’m moaning and whimpering, pleading for my release, but he doesn’t relent. I’m dripping with need, I can no longer control the way my hips are moving, trying to get more of him.

His hands latch on to my hips, stopping my movements as he continues with his torture.

I try sliding my hands down to my sex to release my orgasm myself, and he pushes them away, holding them at my sides. “Not until I say.” His voice is thick and full of desire.

He keeps pace, teasing me without release, finally he pulls away and I whimper, missing his touch. “Fuck it.” He pulls his jeans down and crawls up my body. I don’t refuse even though I should to keep him from hurting himself. His dick is practically throbbing while it stands at attention. He places himself at my entrance and pushes forward, gently.

He lets out a deep throaty sound just from being inside me. “You feel so good wrapped around me, Jovi.”

My release is building even though he isn’t moving. “River, please move. I’m about to come already.”

His lips crash with mine as he gently slides out and softly pushes back in. His movements are so soft compared to how it usually feels. But my body doesn’t care. It will take what it can get. My toes curl as my muscles tighten. Just as my orgasm rises again, he thrusts inside of me and fills me while I break around him.

His mouth is open with his eyes closed as he comes down from his high. He looks completely fucking erotic and it makes me want more of him, but I’m afraid of hurting him.

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