Page 37 of The Road Ahead
Rio kissed me, and when they pulled away, there was fondness in their eyes. “Thank you, Coop.” They handed over their phone, which had the flashlight turned on, and we wriggled back under the car. “If you can hold it just here,” they said, and guided my hand upwards. “I think it’s these brackets on the exhaust.”
It didn’t take long for Rio to tighten various nuts on what I assumed was the exhaust, and they then methodically checked a few other things while we were there. I had to climb out once more to grab a slightly bigger socket, but otherwise, they didn’t use any other tools. I found it insanely hot. Rio could rebuild an entire engine—tightening some bolts wasn’t exactly rocket science, but their quiet competence was really doing it for me. I noticed a few streaks of oil on their face when we crawled out from under the car, and that got me going even more.
Teresa and Brad couldn’t leave quickly enough. I wanted Rio so badly.
As soon as the door closed behind my sister and her boyfriend, I was on Rio. I cradled their face in my hands and kissed them, even as I walked them backwards toward the bedroom. Rio kissed me back with equal fervor, and we tore at each other’s clothes as we stumbled towards the bed.
Rio’s legs hit the mattress, and they fell backwards, and I toppled on top of them. Their breath was forced from their lungs under my weight, and I winced as my shin hit the edge of the bed. I rolled off them, and we cracked up laughing as we looked at one another. “You okay?” I asked.
Rio nodded, then rolled and pinned me to the bed. “Never better,” they murmured, before leaning down to kiss me again.
I lost myself in their kisses, my entire focus narrowing down to Rio and the way they felt above me. It felt so damn right, and I never wanted this feeling to end. Their touch made me feel so wanted, yet so safe. Desired and cherished. Possessed but so free. It was drugging, addicting, and exhilarating. I wanted more.
“I want you so much,” I whispered, kissing down the slender column of Rio’s throat, and biting lightly at the base.
“You have me,” they replied. Tugging at my shirt, Rio then said, “Come on. Let’s lose the clothes.”
We both scrambled off the bed, too impatient to try and free ourselves of shirts and jeans while tangled up in one another. While I was up, I also grabbed my bottle of lube, the plug I liked to use for prep, and the packet of condoms. I tossed them onto the mattress within easy reach, before falling back down into the circle of Rio’s arms.
Once we were naked, the need to hurry dissipated. By unspoken agreement, we took our time and kissed again, enjoying the fact that we didn’t have to rush. We had time. It had been ages since I’d been able to take it slow and enjoy the journey. I hadn’t actually dated anyone in years, and the fewhookups I’d had had taken place in the bathroom of For Pete’s Sake Saloon or in a random bedroom at a party. Not exactly places where I’d been able to savor the moment.
This time with Rio, though . . . I didn’t want to miss a moment. The butterflies in my stomach were doing somersaults, swooping with joy and excitement, and there was a warmth building and building deep in my core. I cupped Rio’s face, cradling their jaw in my palms, and my thumbs traced over their cheekbones as our tongues danced together. I’d never been a religious man, but I had a feeling this is what heaven felt like.
Rio eased me over onto my back, and when they moved down my body, my legs fell open for them. They knelt between my knees and stroked along my inner thighs, sending waves of goosebumps across my skin. They tilted their head towards the stash of goodies next to me on the mattress. “Is the plug enough?”
I nodded. “Yeah. It works well for me. I um, prefer you don’t use fingers.” I blew a breath out between pursed lips, feeling the need to explain a little more. “There was a bad experience with a jagged nail.”
Rio’s expression morphed into one of sympathetic horror. “Oh, fuck. Ouch. Yeah, I can see why you avoid fingering.” They then picked up the plug and the lube and began coating the silicone toy with the gel.
Once again, I couldn’t help but compare Rio to previous people I’d slept with, and again, found everyone else pale in comparison. Others had tried to convince me I would need to be stretched by more than a single plug. They’d played it off as being concerned for me, given the girth of their cocks, but ultimately, it had boiled down to them thinking they knew my body better than I did. I loved anal play, and I used various toys whenever I masturbated. I knew how much I could take before itbecame painful, and none of my sexual partners had ever come close to exceeding that size.
Rio had simply accepted my word and gotten on with the job at hand. They’d not taken it as an affront to their sexual prowess, or fragile ego. It was so fucking refreshing, and I fell even more in love with them because of it.
I breathed out and bore down when I felt the tip of the plug nudge against my ass. Rio pushed it in, and it sank inside my body easily enough. My cock was hard and leaking against my stomach, and I couldn’t help but reach down and wrap a hand around it. I stroked myself languidly as Rio fucked me with the plug, their face a mask of devout concentration.
It didn’t take long before I felt I was ready, and Rio rolled on the condom. They leaned over me, kissing me gently as I helped to line them up with my entrance. “Cooper,” Rio whispered against my lips, before they pressed forward, the tip of their cock entering me.
“Oh, god,” I moaned, as I wrapped my legs tighter around their waist. So much for not being a religious man . . .
Rio pulled out, then slid in a little further, working the lube into my ass. Soon I was slick enough they had no trouble pushing in all the way, and we both gasped as Rio’s pelvis pressed flush against me. My arms linked around Rio’s neck and I pulled them down for a hungry kiss. I felt overwhelmed by their presence in the very best of ways, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more, wanted all of them. Wanted to tell them I was in love, and they meant the world to me, but it was too soon. I didn’t want to scare them off. I couldn’t lose Rio—it would be the death of me. The love I felt for them was bubbling up, threatening to burst from my mouth despite my attempts not to say it, so I settled for uttering their name like a prayer. “Rio,” I gasped, mouthing along their jaw, my fingers clenching in their curls. “Fuck, Rio.”
“Shh, it’s okay, love.” Rio’s breath was hot against my ear, and they held me close, giving me a moment to process the flurry of emotions I was experiencing. “I’ve got you.”
The absolute certainty of that statement struck me through the heart. Riodidhave me. I trusted them implicitly. My heart was in their hands, and I knew without a doubt they would keep it safe. With each breath I took, my heart beat to the tune of Rio’s name, and it always would.
I let out a long breath and rocked my hips, using my body to tell Rio I was good to go. They started up a gentle rhythm, long languid thrusts as we gazed into each other’s eyes. It was the most intimate moment I had ever shared with anyone and I wanted it to never end.
While it didn’t end, it did morph into something else. As our combined pleasure continued to build and build, our patience shrank. Our movements became faster, sharper, and our kisses more desperate.
Rio pulled out suddenly and urged me up onto my knees. With a hand on my hip, they guided me to turn around until I was facing the foot of the bed. They smoothed their hand along my spine and when they reached the middle of my shoulder blades, they pushed me down so I was resting on my elbows with my ass in the air. Rio slotted themself back between my legs and slid home, filling me up once more.
“Look at how fucking beautiful you are,” they said, and when I lifted my eyes from the sheet, I caught sight of our reflection in the oval mirror atop the ancient dresser. Rio was plastered against my hips, the muscles of their abdomen flexing as they fucked into me, and a flush was painting the bronze skin of their chest and throat. Their curls were a riotous mess, and their dark eyes were intense as they stared at the mirror.
I looked utterly wrecked. My pupils were blown wide, my lips swollen from our kisses, and my spine was arched. I could seethe wet patch my dick was leaving on the sheets from where the tip was rubbing against the bed with each thrust.
“I don’t think you understand, Cooper,” Rio continued, voice hoarse with desire. “Just how perfect you are. Your ass was made for my cock—you look so good taking me. Fuck, love, I can’t explain just how good you feel. So tight, so hot, squeezing me so damn good. You’re so fucking good for me.”
Note to self—I might have just discovered I have a praise kink. Holy shit, I was on the edge just from Rio’s words alone, and the way they werelookingat me. I swear, it was like they wanted to devour me. My cock twitched violently, and my balls were aching with the need to come.
