Page 41 of Our Hearts to Break

River burrows his face in my neck and chuckles. He flicks his tongue over my skin, sending a shiver down my arms.

I slide my hand beneath his chin, and our eyes meet. “If you want my dick, you better get going. Time is running out.”

At that, River steps back and heads toward the staircase. He strips off his shirt, tosses it at me with a smirk, and runs up the stairs.

River awakens my inner hunter. The voice in my head screams,mine, mine, mine.

I follow behind River and step over his clothes as I remove mine, racing up the stairs toward his bedroom.

When I enter the room, River sits on the bed naked, hands on his spread thighs. His cock is hard and touches his stomach, leaking precum. He’s toned in all the right places, not a single imperfection on his gorgeous body. Muscles ripple down his thighs.

I stalk toward the bed, River oozing sex and desire, his presence turning me feral.

I slide my thumb across his bottom lip. “I want to mark your perfect skin. Claim you so everyone knows I own you.”

River licks my thumb, a smile in his eyes. “Do it.”

Every inch of my skin is on fire. My need to possess him overwhelms me. So, I pin him to the bed and claim his mouth with a rough kiss. He fights back, playing into the game while silently begging for more.

His legs wrap around my back, and we rut our bodies together to create some friction.

“I want you in my mouth,” River says between kisses. “I want you to fill all of my holes.”

The offer is too tempting. Regardless of my previous plan, I roll onto my back and nod at my cock.

“Get to sucking then.”

River kneels between my legs and grips my hips, pressing soft kisses to the skin below my belly button. The sudden contact steals a growl from my throat.

Mine, mine, mine.

Palming River’s head, I push my cock past his pretty lips and rock my hips. He loves it when I take the lead, swallowing me down his throat.

“Fuck, your mouth… Goddamn, Riv.”

I run my fingers through his silky, dark hair to push it off his forehead. His cheeks are puffed out, so full of me his eyes water.

I grunt, tightening my grip on his hair. “I’m so close. Don’t stop doing…that.”

He pops my cock out of his mouth, spit dripping from his lips, and smiles.

“What are you doing?”

River shakes his head and climbs on top of me. “You’re not coming in my mouth.”

He kisses me again, and we take turns sucking and biting each other’s lips, a playful tease that drives me wild.

“Get the lube,” he says. “I need you inside me.”

I reach over and grab the bottle from his nightstand. He sits up and makes room for my hand between his thighs. I press my finger to his tight hole, and River groans.

“Fuck, Nate. More, I need more.”

His eyes drop to my cock. He licks his lips like he wants another taste.

With that, I pull out and add another finger, his inner walls tightening around me. He enjoys the pain and welcomes it, asking me for more. So, I add a third finger and stretch him out, nice and wet and stretched for my cock.

As I pump my fingers into River, his body relaxes. He slumps against me, our chests pressed together, breathing harder.

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