Page 72 of Second Chance Savior

“I like to be optimistic.” Then his smile faded, eyes going to half-mast with lustful intention. “Will you touch me, Charlie? Stroke my cock?”

My pulse quickened. “Yes. Please. I want to.”

I reached down between us and gripped his shaft. His cock throbbed against my palm. I started lightly as I moved my hand up and down his hot, smooth skin. “Tell me what you like,” I said.

Not breaking eye contact, he took my hand and brought it to his mouth. Licked my palm a few times. Then brought my hand back down to wrap around his erection again, which felt even thicker now.

“Tighter.” His voice was deep, rumbling against my ear. “I like it rough.”

Another wave of heat singed me down to my toes. “So do I.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

I gripped him as tightly as I could. Stroked. After a while, River took over, thrusting his cock into my fist and groaning with his lips pressed together. With my other hand, I held onto his shoulder, my nails scraping his skin.

My gaze trailed greedily over him. His soft lips parted, eyes dancing with dark fire. His streamlined body, carved like marble as his muscles flexed and moved above me. Skin glowing with sweat. The line of fine black hair leading down, down, down…

“That’s good, Charlie. So good. I’m going to?—”

A deep shudder went through him. River stilled. Cursed. His cock pulsed hotly against my hand.

I couldn’t look away. Mesmerized.

This wasRiver. River and me.Finally. That word surprised me by its insistence in my head. Finally, finally.

He grabbed his shirt from the floor to clean us both up, then lowered himself beside me. River’s chest lifted and fell as he took long, deep breaths, sighing contentedly.

Meanwhile, that display had given me a new surge of energy.

I propped onto my elbows.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Very. That was…wow. Hot.” I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this kind of need. Insatiable. Heat kept blooming in waves across my body like a fever.

River grinned. He put his arm around me and tugged me against him. Our lips met, that hunger building once again, at least for me. Yet this embrace was even more intimate. Uninhibited.

His fingertips made a lazy trail down my side to my hip, brushing over my hip bone a few times. Then following the curve of my thigh to the inside.

I moaned as those fingers met my core. Stroked through my wetness.

“You think you could come again?” he asked.

I was rubbing my thighs together as he rubbed between. “Yes.”

“Needy, aren’t you?” River’s hand withdrew. But then patted his chest. “Crawl up here.”

That dreamlike feeling continued as I crawled up to straddle him. River held onto my hips, propped a pillow under his head, and pulled me into the perfect position for his tongue. And I did feel every inch the goddess being worshipped.

Finally.

We lay there in each other’s arms, listening to the chirping of the birds through the open door.

It was surreal to feel so secure here after what I’d experienced at the fundraiser. Even at the gas station earlier today, though the attendant had been trying to help me.

But at home at my parents’ house, I had always felt safe too. No matter what.

As an adult, every time I made the trip home, the difference struck me. I loved the excitement of living in the city, though Denver was by no means a major metropolis compared to other places. But home was a sanctuary where I always felt most like myself. Especially in the summer.

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