He wasn’t going to last long and reached between their bodies to rub her swollen nub. She went crazy, gyrating her hips, begging for release.
“Come for me, baby, and then I’m going to fill you full.” Patrick felt the moment she surrendered. She became hotter, wetter, and tighter. As her body started to clinch and spasm, Patrick went off like a bomb, exploding.
He collapsed on one side of River’s body, not wanting to crush her but also not ready to separate. River was caressing his chest, arms, shoulders, and face. When she started gently scraping her nails against his scalp, he moaned.
“Jesus, that feels so good.” River had always seen him. Always felt him. Always made him feel like he was the most important person in the room— the most important person to her. And that scared the shit of him.
They were quiet for several minutes before River broke the silence. “I’m glad it was you.”
Patrick didn’t pretend to misunderstand. “Me too.” He was humbled and— horrified. What would happen now? What did she expect to happen? One of River’s breasts was next to his face, thankfully distracting him from deeper thoughts. Before he could think better of it, he turned her toward him, still connected, and drew her left leg over his legs.
* * *
Patrick’s readjustmentput her boobs snug against his face.
“A feast to be savored,” Patrick murmured as his hot tongue started licking and sucking, hands kneading and pinching.
River couldn’t stop the moans leaving her mouth. She felt Pat growing hard again and whimpered at how sensitive her body was.
“I could play with your tits all night, but I want to slide my dick deep in your heat more.”
Pat talking filthy while pushing inside her caused a lightning-fast but intense reaction. River could only pant his name and beg for, “More, Pat, more.”
River gasped as Patrick barrel-rolled her. She was now straddling his hips, his big hands grasping her hips, slamming her down as he thrust up.
“God, baby, you’re so beautiful riding me,” Pat admitted. She and Pat were both gasping now, hot and slick with passion. “You ready to come again, Riv?”
Patrick increased the speed. She felt like a rag doll in a tornado. River couldn’t leave the storm— didn’t want to leave it. She could feel her body start to quiver as Pat relentlessly hit that perfect spot inside her. “Now, Pat.”
“Yes. I feel you locking me up. God, babe, going to come.”
Patrick was frantic. She felt desperate— and then there were no thoughts. Just the two of them sharing the most intimate, private, life-altering moment two people could share.
As they floated down from the high, River was... wasn’t River anymore. She was a part of something else... someone else.
“Patrick,” River whispered, kissing the lovely spot where Patrick’s shoulder flowed into his neck. “I love you.”
She knew she’d fucked up the moment she spoke those three words. Pat’s body stiffened, and though she was still lying on top of him, he’d clearly pulled back. Attempting to rescue the moment and stop her feelings from being hurt... worse, she added, “I meant, I love you because you’re like a brother to me.” Pat’s eyes finally found hers in a WTF look of horror. “No, no,” River tried to salvage further, trying, “Not brother,” har har har, “like family.” Not any better. “No, geez, I mean... I...,” she stammered. Service Announcement: All sexy sex thoughts have evacuated the building.
Patrick gently moved River to his side, his penis sliding out of her, causing both their breaths to catch. “I’ll go get us warm washcloths to clean up.”
River barely heard him over the mantra repeating in her head:you fucked up, you fucked up, you fucked up...
* * *
Patrick flickedthe bathroom light on, catching his wide-eyed stare in the mirror. He was shaking like a scared little kid. River said she loved him. He loved her too. They were family, after all. Oh, God. That didn’t sound any better whenhesaid it.
Okay, Patrick. Move on. They were just words. His eyes started cataloging his body, noting each scratch and suck mark. Fuuuuccckkk— if they didn’t make him want to take her again until they both were screaming and senseless —no words of love.
Sighing, Pat wet a cloth under warm water and washed his dick off while wetting a second cloth for River.
Blood. Barely there, but traces of... of River’s blood were there.
She’d been a virgin.
She wasn’t a virgin anymore.
This was turning into a 911, send the paramedics, deep shit kind of situation. His brother would be so pissed at him if he didn’t make this right. His dad would just kill him.
