“Instructions,” Patrick asked, slightly stunned at Raven being discussed—right now.
“She gave me all sorts of things I could try on you. Well,” she amended, “things to try on a man, not just on you. Raven said,” River began, eyeing his groin, “Bran loves what she does to him.”
His brother’s wife telling River how to suck his dick momentarily threw him, and not even his specifically— over his dead, fucking body would she practice on anyone but him— but then her lips neared the swollen head of his arousal, and uncomfortable sibling thoughts burned away.
Patrick’s body was extremely tense, anticipation swelling and locking his joints and muscles. Heart pounding, heavy breathing, and clenched fists, and she hadn’t even started. “You can do anything you want, Riv.”
* * *
River’s mouthwas an inch from Patrick’s dick. What rabbit hole had she fallen into? And her orgasm... she’d had no idea they could be so intense. Hopefully, she was about to give Pat the same experience.
“Oh, I plan on it, Pat,” River flicked her eyes to him, sitting back up. She slid a hairband from her wrist to put her hair in a bun. “Patience, O’Faolain.” Leaning over again, testing the waters, so to speak, River purposely bypassed the main event. Raven said the anticipation would kill him. Lick and suck everywhere except where he wanted it most.
River let her warm breath puff over the swollen head before dipping further, placing hot, wet licks and kisses over his thighs, sucking the creased area beside his balls.Thatmade Pat groan and twitch. She moved away just far enough to run her hands up and down his thighs, massaging his muscles until her thumbs were grazing his sac.
Patrick was focused on her. As her massage moved to the base of his dick, he thrust his hips.
“River, God, you’re killing me,” he groaned.
River decided to put Patrick out of his misery. Not breaking eye contact, she smiled as she licked the precum from his slit. River wasn’t totally naïve about foreplay. She’d had a few dates in college where things had gotten pretty intense, but— this was Patrick. She wanted to do this right. She wanted him to want her like she did him.
Raven told her there was no wrong way— the phrase ‘A for effort’ was never truer than when giving a man head.
Finally, she allowed her mouth to cover him, her throat to cradle him. Her tongue stroked his length, her mouth sucking and gliding in time with her fist. River loved having Pat in her mouth— loved that he lost control. Patrick had begun to pump his hips, gripping her hair and begging her to take him deeper.
“Fuck, Riv, I’m going to come!”
Patrick tried to pull from her mouth. River wasn’t having it. She wanted the full experience— and that meant swallowing everything Pat gave her. She placed one of her hands over his stomach, holding him still while working him with her other hand and mouth.
“River, Oh God, baby... yes... there... now!”
Pat’s sex swelled right before he came. It was everything like she’d read it would be and nothing like it at all— she’d donethatto Patrick— and if his shouts of pleasure were any indicator, she’d done a damn fine job of it.
As he softened, River let him slide out of her mouth. Hisfuuucccckkkk, made her smile.
“River... you... your mouth... killed me, baby.”
Smiling, River crawled up his body, lying at Pat’s side, her face in the crook of his neck. His pulse was pounding. “I hope you’ve been taking your vitamins, Pat because we aren’t done.”
His body shook with silent laughter. “I don’t need vitamins to get hard again— not with you.”
“I’ll believe it when I... feel it,” River teased.
* * *
Chuckling at River’s playfulness,Patrick pulled the hair band from her hair, running his fingers through the silky strands and massaging her scalp.
In the dim light of his bedroom, he was happy, content, blissful even. River was molded to his side. He wanted her there always, but— they were young. He had never been in a relationship. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be in one. He wasn’t sure he could.
River was kissing his neck, and her hand was lightly gliding over his chest and stomach. Pat felt his body responding to her touch.
“You never got that breakfast casserole put together. Do you think if we tell our families why, they’d be understanding?” River asked.
“I’m sure they would. I could tell Bran how I ate you out instead. Give him some pointers for Raven,” Patrick casually said. He knew that would set River off, and he wasn’t wrong. She sucked her breath in so fast she choked.
“Don’t you dare, Patrick,” River hissed, pushing off his chest and glaring down at him.
“What’s the big deal, Riv? After all, Raven told you how to give me head.” He tried not to laugh, he really did, but River’s face, all red and outraged, forced it out.
