Page 40 of New Hope

I blinked. Never, in the history of any language, had a more perfect sentence ever been uttered. I was sure of it. Need made my voice come out thin and shaky when I answered. “Yes.”

River held my gaze as he yanked my boxer briefs down then he locked eyes on my erection. Free from its confines, my cock slapped against my stomach, the tip leaking as it reached for my navel. I gasped as River’s tongue darted out, capturing the pearly liquid, and taking it into his mouth. He hummed. “You taste so good,” he murmured.

I stared down at him in fascination. He wrapped the fingers of one hand around the base of my cock while the other moved down to cup my balls. I loved having my balls played with and he certainly knew what he was doing. Soft touches, interspersed with gentle squeezing, kneading, and rolling them while his other hand stroked my shaft until I thought I was going to lose my mind.

“Fuuuuuuck!” I shouted as his mouth suddenly closed over the head of my dick. My hands gripped the edge of the counter as I fought the urge to thrust, but his mouth was too wet, too hot, too perfect. My head fell back between my shoulders, and I screwed my eyes shut as I continued whispering a steady stream of curses. His hand left my balls, but I didn’t care. The house could have caught on fire around us and I wouldn’t have cared. All that existed in that moment was River’s expert mouth on my cock.

His hum vibrated up my shaft, his hand and mouth moving in tandem, sucking, stroking, licking, and twisting. My head dropped back down to look at him and my jaw dropped at the tantalizing sight before me. River, professional man, amazing father, revered by everyone in town, looked totally debauched on his knees, saliva dripping off his chin, his mouth stretched wide as he took me in deep. With his other hand, he worked over his own cock which stood long and proud in his lap.

“Not gonna last,” I gritted out, trying to hold on for a few more seconds. The attempt was futile, however. It had been way too long, and River was much too good at giving head. “River!” I warned, but instead of backing away, he lunged forward, taking me to the back of his throat.

With a loud shout, I came. My hands went to either side of his head, holding him in place as my hips punched forward and I spilled down his throat. He was greedy, drinking down every last drop. The hand around his cock started moving at a furious pace until seconds later, he followed me into the abyss, stroking himself through to completion.

My back slid down the cabinet door as I slumped to the floor, completely drained and deliriously happy. River twisted around so he was sitting right beside me. He offered me his clean hand and I took it, weaving our fingers together. Tilting my head to the side, we smiled at each other. “If that’s what a first date with you is like, I can’t imagine what happens on the second.”

River barked out a laugh. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

I reached over and slipped my hand behind his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “Mmmm. I like the way I taste on your tongue.”

“So do I. In fact, I’m wondering how long I have to wait to do that again.”

I brushed my thumb over his cheek as I stared into his beautiful blue eyes. “Huh uh. Next time, it’s my turn. I may not be any good at it at first, but I promise I’m a quick learner.”

“Well, you know what they say. Practice does make perfect,” he responded with a grin.

I laughed then covered his mouth with mine for a kiss that tried to convey everything I was feeling. Our first date had been so perfect that I almost felt like I should pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. But this was real. He was real and what was happening between the two of us was my new reality. I’d never been happier.

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