Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
I stood and held out my hand. Riven stared at it for so long, I thought he was going to turn me down, even more so when he swatted it away and stood by himself. He went inside without a word, leaving the door open for me, so I followed.
It closed with a soft click, and I locked it.
“Take your clothes off,” he told me.
“Gladly.” I ripped my shirt over my head, tugged my shoes off, then got out of my jeans and underwear. His eyes burned through me, gaze holding on, a prominent bulge behind his fly. My dick was already achingly hard as I stood there naked in front of a fully clothed Riven, letting him take in the sight of me.
Asshole, asshole, asshole. You’re such an asshole for this.
It felt like I was taking something away from Becca, and also, I worried I was taking advantage of him, but Riven wouldn’t do this if he didn’t want to, and I was the one naked and at his mercy right now.
“Stroke yourself,” Riven ordered, and I did it, the heat and grip of my hand sending sparks of pleasure through my gut.
Neither of us turned away, both watching each other while I pleasured myself. I wanted to do this to him, wanted to make Riven unravel again, but I was going to let him lead the show. That wasn’t something I normally did when I was with a man, but I liked it with him.
“I want to touch you.” I used my other hand to play with my balls, still not taking my eyes off Riven.
His nostrils flared, his breathing visibly speeding up. He wanted me as much as I wanted him, but he seemed to be trying to hold himself back.
“At least take your clothes off.” The tone of my voice was a soft beg, but I didn’t have it in me to care about that. My desire for him built up more and more with each second that went by, a slow boil turning rapid before it would eventually overflow.
“Sit on the edge of the bed.” Riven pressed his palm against his bulge, which told me he felt needy too, that this wasn’t just torture for me.
“Fucking gladly.” I walked between the couch to the left, and the small kitchen counter to the right. He had it set up so the couch faced the far left wall, where there was a small TV that I doubted he had turned on since he’d been out. The bed didn’t have a headboard, just a mattress on a frame, against the back wall.
I made sure to walk close to him so our arms brushed when I passed.
I did as Riven said, planting my ass on the edge of the bed, legs spread, still stroking my cock with just my precum to help smooth the way.
Riven didn’t speak as he took off his sneakers, or as he walked over to the old bedside table. The drawer stuck when he pulled it out, and he plucked out a condom and a bottle of lube, then forced the drawer back in.
“Did you buy that just because of me?” I didn’t see Riven as a guy who would have gone condom shopping right after getting out. He probably wouldn’t have let himself get close enough to anyone to fuck them if I hadn’t found my way back into his life.
Riven didn’t answer—I knew he wouldn’t—but the corners of his mouth curled up despite him clearly trying to stop it.
A needy groan escaped my lips when he knelt between my spread thighs. He was still dressed, which I wasn’t a fan of, but Christ, was Riven going to suck my cock? I hadn’t expected that, and my dick twitched in my hand at the thought.
“You’re so sexy,” I said when he licked his lips.
“Don’t talk.”
“Not gonna happen. I’ll listen to you when it comes to some things, but I’m not keeping my mouth shut while we fuck around.”
He rolled his eyes, and not for the first time, I found him cute. Riven McKenna wasn’t supposed to be cute, and in a lot of ways he wasn’t—he was an asshole, and he was closed off. He was scarred, but damned if he didn’t have those moments where the only word I could use to describe him was cute.
“Have you ever sucked dick before?” I asked him.
“Yes.”
“Have you ever sucked one this nice?” I gripped the bottom of my shaft, angling my cock toward him. “I’m really fucking thick.”
“I hadn’t noticed.”
“I bet you’re wishing you kissed me now so you could shut me up with your mouth.”
Instead, Riven leaned down, holding my gaze while his tongue started at my balls, then licked up my shaft.
“Shit.” I thrust up, but he pulled back so I couldn’t push past his lips. “Suck me.”