Page 7 of Pretty Obsessed

I leaned forward, not sure how any of this was going to go down, but I was totally in. He leaned to meet me, both of us pausing a breath apart.

"Thank you," River said.

"Mmmhmm," I said, not willing to make the move to close the distance between us.

He did, clearly not shy about taking what he wanted. His lips were soft, but his tongue demanding. He slid his fingers into my hair, parting his lips to press mine open.

I obliged, meeting his tongue. He fucked it in and out of my mouth, eliciting moans straight from my chest. He tightened his grip in my hair, and I grabbed the back of his neck, nearly climbing over the arm of the chair to get closer.

He gasped, sucking air from my mouth, which spurred me on. I nipped and sucked, curling my tongue under his upper lip. He met my advance and returned it.

We were both breathing hard and I fed off it.

He shifted in his seat groaning into my mouth. It could have been the oral stimulation but it seemed more like our kissing drew the movement out of him. He hadn’t done any of this while we were talking. Much the contrary actually, it had seemed like the blow job wasn’t affecting him.

He cupped my face with a tattooed hand. "You're going to make me come."

"Me?" I asked, with a half-laugh. "Or the girl blowing you?"

"It's definitely you.” His words reaffirmed my thoughts and I craved more.

"You're going to have to explain that one to me," I said between the meeting of our mouths. I couldn't stop.

He rubbed his thumb over my cheek. "She'd been sucking me off for an hour when you came over here and I could have gone as long as I wanted. Kissing you for five minutes has me throbbing."

His words made me ache. I wanted to be the one making him come. I thought about offering but didn't. So I didn't question it. I took the compliment whether it was true or not. It made me feel good. I strangely relished the idea I'd gotten him so close so quickly with just a kiss.

I teased him more, pushing forward and pulling back, making him chase me. He moved his hand from my cheek to my shirt. Fisting his hand there. Desperate, lovely tattooed hands holding me there along with the one in my hair, trapped and panting.

"Do you mind?" His words were more a begging groan than anything else.

"Please do," I whispered without breaking our lips.

He gasped into my mouth, tightening both his grip on my shirt and hair. He paused and looked right into my eyes, and I could see the release there, written through him. He was lovely.

The most beautiful orgasm face I'd ever witnessed. He came with his whole body. Pulsing and gasping, our mouths clashed, and I drank down all his sounds.

I was rock hard in my jeans. It would barely take anything to make me come. I was concerned the fabric of my jeans moving over my dick would make me lose it.

He pressed his forehead against mine, staring into my eyes. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Wow. What the fuck had I just done?

Two

River Wade

I'd never come so hard in my entire life. I'd needed it badly. I'd started to disconnect from humanity, and coming here had been a kind of shot in the dark to reconnect with reality.

This had to be what people meant when they said they needed a smoke after a lay. Sex had always been a kind of a fill-the-need thing for me, a get it out of the way thing, but this changed it entirely. I understood the need for intimacy and release, but I'd kept it detached from my emotions as much as possible, especially since becoming famous.

He’d blurred the lines.

I'd never kissed anyone with that kind of intensity, let alone a man.

I stared at him, stroking my fingers over his cheek, wanting to do for him what he'd done for me. Another unusual emotion.

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