Page 78 of Pretty Obsessed

"What I always want. To be inside you."

He shivered in my hands, body vibrating, oozing sexuality and need all over me and it only made me want him more. "Why can't you?"

"I didn't bring anything, did you?"

He searched my face. "You've never been to a gay bathhouse, have you?"

I shook my head. "I thought you'd never done this before."

He parted his lips over mine before pulling out of my grasp to climb out of the pool. "I read."

"Where are you going?"

"You'll see." He was back a moment later with a bottle of conditioner in hand. "How badly do you want to fuck me?"

I groaned out my answer, wrapping my fingers around my cock. "Come sit on it and see."

He watched my hand before closing the space to straddle my lap. "Hold me."

I took his butt again, balancing on the edge like we were while he coated me in conditioner. "River?"

"Yes?"

"We need to talk about this."

"What?" I asked, shaking with my need.

"We keep doing this…without protection."

"I was tested when I got back to Chicago. I should know any day."

"But…"

"You can say anything to me, dearest." I pressed my face into his chest, sucking a mark there.

"You're making this impossible."

"You're the one with your hands on my cock," I said, my laughs mixing with groans.

"I know."

"What then?"

"If we are going to… keep fucking without condoms…"

"Spit it out, dearest. Or I am going to flip us over and get it out of you my own way."

He shivered again. "I don't want you fucking anyone else without a condom."

"Of course not," I said, realizing what he thought I’d be doing while he was here. It hurt, but this wasn't the time for that conversation.

"Promise me?"

"I promise you. No one else.”

"Good, I know I can't expect…" He shook his head and pressed his eyes closed. "But that is important to me."

He thought I'd be sleeping with others. Did he not understand why I'd been so starved for intimacy? How long I'd gone?

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