He kisses his way up my thigh, burying his face between my legs. River peeks up at me, his intense gaze sending a pang of pleasure throughout my body as his tongue connects with my aching clit. He massages me with his tongue, giving me lazy licks that drive me fucking insane.
His breath makes my toes curl, and when his tongue finally slips between my folds, my brain shuts down. I’m unable to move or think straight when he spreads me open with his fingers, my insides clenching around him as his tongue brings me to the point of convulsing.
I stare into his deep blue eyes, filled with hunger and passion, concentrating on finding my release as he manages to hit my sweet spot.
“River,” I moan. “Oh, my God. Yes… Keep doing that.”
Gripping River’s dark hair in my hands, I hold him tight and scream his name. I communicate my feelings with each orgasm he rips from my body because they’re his to take. He owns every last one of them.
River slows down when I’ve come several times and feel like I can’t handle any more. He glances up at me, his lips covered in my juices and licks every bit from his lips before sucking his fingers clean. “You taste so good, baby…. but I’m not done with you.”
I release my grip on his hair and sink back. “Good,” I whisper. “Because I want more.”
He sucks on my nipple, taking it between his teeth and nibbling on it while massaging my other breast. River kisses his way up my chest and to my mouth, leaving soft kisses on my skin as he continues to navigate my body with his rough, calloused hands.
River climbs into bed with me, moving between my legs. His long, hard cock digs into my thigh, and I reach between us to stroke his shaft.
He breathes against my lips, his eyes meeting mine. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
River cradles my face in his hands and invades my mouth with his tongue. He’s rough and aggressive, and by the time our lips separate, I’m gasping for air but desperate for more. River inches inside me, and a rush of heat rolls through my body. He grips my hips, and once we have a good rhythm going, he flips us over in one fell swoop, our bodies still joined.
Now, I’m on top of him, and his thrusts match mine. I press my palms to his chest, riding his cock until my orgasm shakes through me. River kisses me, right as his body shakes, each pulse of his cock sends me over the edge.
After his body stops trembling, he hugs me against his chest. I listen to the sound of his heart pounding and hope this wasn’t a mistake. Because this moment is too perfect to have anything ruin it.
Emma
The next morning, I prepare breakfast for the guys. My brother and Brady kicked out the girls before I had to do it for them. We were all so tired that we ate in silence, which was fine by me.
But something changed between River and me… and not for the better. He seemed distant after we had sex last night. So I ended up leaving his room to sleep in mine. It was easier that way, just in case Ollie caught us.
Before I could speak to him, River blew through the house like a tornado, claiming he was late for practice, but I knew his schedule perfectly.
Hours later, when I hear the front door slam, I drop my book onto the bed and slid off it. The apartment falls silent for a moment, and then loud footsteps approach my bedroom. I rush to my door and pull it open. River stops when he sees me, giving me a quick once over, and then walks past my room.
What the hell is wrong with him?
Irritated, I run in front of him, blocking the path to his bedroom.
He flexes his jaw. “Move, Emma.”
I throw my hands out at my sides and lean back against his door. “What is your fucking problem?”
“Nothing. Get out of my way.”
“Talk to me, River.”
“Not now,” he growls, leaning forward, pressing his hard chest into me. “Go back to your room.”
“I’m not a child. Don’t talk to me like one.”
He runs a hand through his dark hair and sighs. “Emma, please. I’m not in the mood.”
I shove my hand into his chest. “Last night, you said you were all-in. That you were going to tell Ollie. You asked me to give you a chance. So why are you shutting me out?”
He shakes his head, and hair drops onto his forehead. “I’m in the middle of something. We can talk later.”
“I thought I heard you come in,” Ollie says from the end of the hallway.
“Fuck,” River whispers, using his body to shield me from my twin.