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Who was I to keep them waiting? I dropped, sinking down and taking almost all of them in one smooth motion. We both cried out at the sensation, and I threw my head back, reveling in the feel of Rio’s cock deep inside me. I rocked my hips once more, taking the last inch until I was sitting flush against their pelvis.
We paused for a long moment, both catching our breaths. I squeezed my pelvic floor muscles, feeling myself tighten around Rio’s cock, and enjoying the string of curses it elicited from my cousin.
“Like that?” I asked, knowing full well they did.
“Do it again,” Rio demanded, and I happily complied.
Rio arched up and wrapped their arms around my chest, then lay back down, taking me with them. The change in position caused their cock to press directly against my prostate, and I shuddered a little at the sensation.
“Good?” they whispered.
“Yeah,” I replied in a gasp, bracing my arms against the bed. “So good.”
Rio began to grind their hips against me—small, circular motions that made the pressure against my prostate build and build. I squeezed their cock rhythmically, even as sweat began to drip down my face and my arms began to tremble. We no longer spoke, just concentrated on the pleasure building between us. Rio’s hands were moving constantly now, touching me everywhere they could reach—trailing over my collarbones, pinching my nipples, squeezing my hip. When they finally wrapped a hand around my cock, it was all I needed.
My orgasm exploded from me, sending ropes and ropes of cum over my stomach, chest, and even my chin. My entire bodywas shaking with the force of it, and as I squeezed Rio tightly, they cried out and filled the condom deep inside me.
As soon as the final tremors stopped, I rolled awkwardly off Rio so I wouldn’t crush them with my weight. We both flopped onto the mattress, neither able to move any further. The brief respite wouldn’t last for long, though. We’d need to discard the condom and clean up, but we could take a minute to just enjoy our post-coital haze.
Eventually, Rio made a groan of displeasure and sat up. I glanced over to see them wrap the condom in a tissue before throwing it into the small trash can in the corner of the room. “Urgh, I am so fucking tired,” they whined, rubbing at their face.
“I’m not surprised you’re exhausted. You’ve had hardly any sleep.” I also sat up and tried to ignore the cooling cum on my skin. “How about we grab a shower and then head to bed?”
The smile on Rio’s face was full of love, and I happily returned the kiss they gave me. “That sounds like heaven.”
“It does,” I agreed. And then, just because I could, I added, “I love you.”
Rio’s answering, “I love you too,” was just the icing on the cake.
Chapter 21
Rio
We pulled up outside of the neat cream-colored house in one of the nicer areas of town. Brad was staying with his dad and stepmom, and we’d arranged to pick him up and take him to the hospital to visit Teresa. We knocked on the door and it was answered by a handsome black woman with neat cornrows and a friendly smile. “Hello, sweethearts. I’m Felicia. Bradley’s just coming now.”
“It’s so lovely to finally meet you face to face,” I greeted her, having spoken to her on the phone several times now. “I’m Rio, and this is Cooper.”
Cooper smiled at her. “How’s he doing?”
Felicia gave another of those warm smiles. “As well as can be expected. Grumbling and carrying on because he can’t drive himself, but the doctors are happy with the progress he’s making. He just needs to be patient.”
Brad appeared then in the hallway, his crutches clicking on the tile, his left leg encased in a moon boot up to his knee. His dadfollowed behind him, and I noticed that Brad was the spitting image of him. His blond hair was just touched with silver at the temples, but his blue eyes were youthful. He was carrying a large bouquet of flowers in bright colors.
“Hey,” Brad said. “Thanks so much for picking me up.” The arrogance that he’d had when we’d first met had disappeared, and he was much more pleasant to be around. I wondered how much of that had to do with almost losing Teresa, and how much was due to being let go from his job.
I’d been shocked when he told me during a visit to the hospital that his boss had visited him that morning, not to see how Brad was, but to inform him the deal he’d been working on had fallen through due to Brad not meeting the deadline. Despite the mitigating circumstances, they weren’t happy with Brad’s performance and were firing him. It was deplorable, but Brad had taken the news better than I’d expected. In fact, he seemed more relieved than anything.
“At least I can concentrate on getting better and being there for Teresa, and won’t feel so pressured to get back to work,” he’d said, gesturing at his leg. “Dad and Felicia are happy for me to move in with them for a while, and my housemates have already got someone in mind to take my room. It’ll work out.”
It was heartening to get to know the real Brad, and not the one I’d originally met. His attitude towards his recovery and to Teresa’s was definitely that of a much more mature guy than I’d initially encountered. It was easy to see now why Teresa had fallen for him, and a relief that she hadn’t simply had a monumental lapse in judgement.
“Will she need a vase to go with these?” his dad asked, holding up the flowers. “Or is there still one at the hospital somewhere that isn’t already in her room?”
Brad’s cheeks went pink. “Shut up, Dad,” he muttered, and I couldn’t help but snicker. In the few days since Teresa had beentransferred to the local hospital, Brad must have bought almost every bunch of flowers in town. Teresa’s hospital room looked like a greenhouse. “Are you still okay to pick me up when visiting hours are over?”
“We’ll be there,” Felicia said, kissing Brad on the cheek.
“Thanks. See you guys then.”
