Page 93 of Love Thy Brother
Of course he did. He pulled his mouth from my dick and sucked my balls into his mouth instead, and fuck me, if that didn’t catapult me to another plane of blood-pumping pleasure. “You’re gonna make me come.”
River released my balls and sucked me down again, harder this time. No finesse. Just rough, nasty pressure that unfurled something inside I couldn’t contain.
Restraint abandoned me. I fucked his mouth, dying of the irony that him fucking mine had been my ultimate fantasy for too many years to count. Sweet tension flooded my nerves, every muscle drawn tight. Sweat coated my skin and the growl in my chest boiled over.
I came with a violent grunt, jamming my dick down River’s throat, gripping his chin, pulse banging harder as his eyes watered and my release dripped out of his lush mouth.
Goddamn.
Goddamn.
I slumped on my forearms, trying to return to earth from the out of body experience he’d gifted me with his wicked lips. Whole body shudders wracked me and my breathing was a mess. My knee throbbed from the pressure of the angle I’d braced it to reach River’s mouth, but fuck, I felt good.
You’re choking him. Shit. I pulled back and dropped to a crouch, hands everywhere I could reach—River’s hair, his shoulders, his face. “Fuck. Did I hurt you?”
He laughed. Again. And wiped his mouth. “No, boo. You didn’t hurt me.”
I followed his gaze to the bulge in his jeans and my depleted cock gave a hopeful twitch. “Do I get to blow you too?”
“Later. Maybe.”
“Why later?”
River scrubbed his messy hands down his T-shirt, then stripped it off. “Because we need to get out of here and I don’t want my brother’s soldiers listening to me come.”
“Decoy ain’t the ear-to-the-door kind of bloke.”
“Whatever. Let’s go.”
He moved to stand.
I caught him, tucking my dick away with my other hand. “Hey, you know there’s nothing I wouldn’t let you do to me, don’t you? I’ll get on my knees for you in a heartbeat. Bend the fuck over, spread my fucking legs, I don’t give a shit.”
River’s eyes widened a touch. “Wow. Kill me stone dead, why don’t you? You know I have to ride with this wood, right? If I crash, it’s gonna fucking shatter.”
“I mean it.”
“I know you do. That’s why you’re the hottest bloke who ever lived. But my point still stands. We need to leave so we’re back in Shitness before dark.”
“Kiss me first?”
River leaned in and gently brushed his salty lips over mine, tender in ways he’d deny all day long he was capable of. He brought his hands to my face, fingertips grazing my cheekbones, and it swayed me on my feet, a sneak attack on my equilibrium.
I clung to his wrists, steeling myself for the inevitable throb in my skull now the soul-shattering climax was starting to fade. But it didn’t come.
What do you know?
Apparently, the migraine I’d carried all day had no answer for River’s sorcerous take on blowjobs.
17
RIVER
It didn’t matter what happened to us or who we became, one thing remained constant: the thrill of the open road. Rubi had been in no state to ride all day, but he did it anyway, his hog a fifth limb he could no longer be without.
After loading my SIM card into the spare phone and stopping by the garage, we left Porth Luck behind for a tense ride back to Whitness. Aslowride, hitting school-run traffic on every fucking road, leaving us exposed to anyone looking to pick us off until we slipped onto the back country route that would take us past the compound and onto Rubi’s house in Devon suburbia.
I got there first, then Rubi, Decoy tail-gunning at the back.
