Page 43 of Hearts Adrift
I’m out of breath. “U-Uh-huh …”
He slowly slides a hand down my body, over the front of my shorts, then gently yet efficiently cups my junk with his hand. His lips curl with delight as he discovers just how hard this brief moment at the counter has made me—and how easy it was for him to claim my manhood with a hand.
“I think our time on that beach wasn’t interrupted,” he whispers, comes closer, and finishes: “Justrelocated.”
“River …” I start to say.
His fingers slide to the bottom of my shirt, then peel it upwards off over my head, lifting my arms up—but stops beforepulling it all the way off, trapping me with my arms up in the air.
Then his tongue touches my left nipple.
It is absolute electricity when he teases my nipples. My fingertips come alive. The tips of my toes, even. Every part of my body wakes up even from within. It’s damned near as effective as a cock up my ass when my exposed nipples are tortured—but the way River does it has me melted. My nipples are at his mercy. My body, too. Just a button and a zipper will leave my throbbing cock as vulnerable to him as the rest of me continues to be.
I find myself backed against the kitchen island with my face and arms trapped within the confining material of my tight shirt. How cruel River is, to do this to me.
To learn this weakness of mine so early.
To know there’s no fight in me I’ll put up to end this.
I could be willingly his to torture for hours.
And just when I think I can bear it, he switches sides, taking my other nipple under his playful tongue. I really start to squirm now, bucking under his touch, but his hands take hold of me, embracing my body as he continues with twice as much commitment, destroying me. He’s pressed up against me now, and I can’t help but hump him with my confined cock, growing more desperate for release by the second.
I don’t think I ever prioritized sex in my life.
Not until now. Not until I was freed from Theo. Not until River tore down my doors and gave me permission to love myself again.
Suddenly my shirt is pulled off the rest of the way and pitched aside. I blink through the blindness of sudden light as River’s face appears before mine, capturing my lips in a kiss. His hands slide up my bare chest, grazing my nipples with such tenderness like an unexpected epilogue, then wrapping around behind me to hug our bodies together. He is just as hard as I am. As we kiss, our hips instinctively begin to knead into oneanother’s, our cocks having a hot exchange of their own, getting to know each other.
Then his hands drag down to my ass.
Not the first time he’s done that.
I’m sensing that if nipples are my thing, ass is his.
“Like my ass?” I breathe against his lips.
“You must do lots of squats.”
“One should never skip leg day.”
“What about ass day?”
“Ass dayisleg—”
No sooner than I get the words out, he flips me around, pressing me forward against the counter. As his lips come close to my ear for a nip, he gently humps me from behind. There’s no mistaking how animal we’re quickly becoming, less words needed to communicate both our desires and our obvious open-invite consent to each other.
“Maybe I should’ve complained about a sore ass cheek instead of my shoulder when I saw you last night,” I joke. “You’d probably have eaten me out.”
“Oh, Finn …” he growls into my ear—then grips both my shortsandunderwear and peels them straight down to the kitchen floor. “Youreallyshouldn’t have said that.”
“What’re you—?”
The next breath I take, River’s face slips between my ass cheeks.
His tongue discovers somewhere new to torture.
The rest of my words are choked right out of me as I grip the island counter with both hands, wide-eyed.
