Page 45 of Hearts Adrift
Lashing out deeply. Cruelly. Sending the biggest wave of pleasure through my body yet.
“Ohgod,” I blurt out, physically unable to stop it.
“I know, I know,” says Heather, misinterpreting, as she shakes her head. “Maybe it was something Brooke told me to do. To dig deeper inside of myself …”
River’s tongue digs deeper inside of me.
I’m panting.
I am literally panting.
And struggling with all my might to keep my face cool.
Like nothing at all is happening beneath my waist.
“… to really find it in my heart tolet goof Theo. He is gone. He is living his life now. And … I have to accept that and allow our lives to adjust accordingly.”
I might actually come all down the side of the counter. But the way his tongue is teasing me keeps me right at the edge, barely not enough to spill me over. It’s deliriously pleasurable and cruel at the same time.
Heather steps away from the counter. “Keep up your hard work. I see your efforts. And they’re paying off. You might even be a better person without a guy in your life. I can even see it in your eyes right now, how much life is in them … how they just …burstwith life.”
Shut up, Heather. I’m about to burst.
I’m about to burst everywhere.
“Love you, Finn. Get in touch with Malik.” She winks at me, proud of herself, then finally leaves the kitchen. And after seven excruciatingly long seconds, the sound of the back door shutting at her departure rings through the house.
River chooses that exact time to rise from the floor and spin me back around. “Nowthatwas goddamned heaven.”
“River!” I hiss at him, keeping my voice down.
“I know, right?”
“What the hell?”
“Isn’t your heart racing?” He grabs my waist, drawing close. “Nothing quite like the danger of being caught.”
“Nothing quite astraumatizingas being caught, either. By mysister. With mypants down, I might add.”
“It was everything I dreamed of, by the way.”
That makes me pause. “You dreamed of rimming me?”
“Probably. For years. An ass like yours. Except I never had a chance. And hadn’t met you yet.” He grins in that fun and mischievous way he does. “Now I’ve met you. And I now know an ass like yoursdoesexist, and I put my face right in it and amnotmad about it. By the way … you taste perfectly clean and … justperfect. I could’ve stayed down there for hours.”
I don’t know whether to be flattered, embarrassed, or just fall in love after a statement like that. Honestly, how I apparently taste might be the most surprising fact of all. I haven’t showered since this morning.
But on second thought, I am fairly thorough whenever I clean. Going to the gym as often as I do, I’m no stranger to showering multiple times a day and getting into every crack and crevice.
Crack and crevice?
Am I now obsessing too much over the cleanness of my asshole? Why has this never been something I’ve ever considered important?
Maybe because I can’t imagine even for a second Theo deigning to put his face anywhere near my ass.
Suddenly, the delightful act of rimming my hole just became another treasure I’ve been missing out on for years. A treasure I didn’t know I wanted.
“Are you a better person without a guy?” he asks me.
