Page 83 of River & Rue

I shiver. “Mm-hmm.”

River curves over me, his closeness hot and dark and electric. I don’t realize what’s happening until he yanks the pillow up between my legs. I whimper in relief at the sudden friction.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. You’re going to come just from sucking me off, aren’t you?”

His voice wraps around me as his hands do—one gently cupping the back of my head, the other encasing the side of my neck. I suck harder, stroke faster, and he showers me with praise and glorious groans.

But he doesn’t come.

I eventually pull off him to give my jaw a break and catch my breath. Slowing my hands to a lazy stroke, I sigh.

“You jerked off in the shower, didn’t you?”

His smile is pure sin. “Before. Listening to you.”

The fingers on my head tighten, catching my bun in a fist. I gasp, my back arching at the burst of sensation. My eyes flutter closed, then pop back open when two fingers hook into my mouth.

River hovers over me like a dark god, drying hair cascading around his face.

“Sweet, sweet Ruin. Twenty minutes ago, I would have shot my load down your throat in seconds. I’ve been leaking for you all day.”

His fingers press against my tongue. Saliva pools and slips from the corner of my mouth.

My eyes narrow.

His smile sharpens.

“I’ll follow your rules. I won’t touch you. Kiss you.” His gaze flickers down. “I won’t stretch your dripping cunt with my tongue or my cock.”

A pitiful whine sneaks past his fingers. More saliva drips as I attempt to put him in his place.

“Uccc eww.”

His eyes soften, a thumb stroking my cheek tenderly. “I wish I could, but your game, your rules. We can stop if you want.”

I shake my head, rearing back to dislodge his fingers. “I’m not leaving here until what’s in that”—I point at his glistening cock—“is in this.” I jab my finger at my open mouth.

Surprise flashes in his eyes, swiftly replaced by lust. His hold tightens, gently stretching my neck as he lifts my face. My mouth tingles as his moves so close we’re breathing each other’s air.

“I mean this in the most respectful way possible—I had no idea you were such a cockslut. This greedy, gorgeous mouth is going to end me.”

A near-violent pulse between my legs makes me whimper and rock faster. The pillow is for sure on its way to being ruined.

Panting, I mumble, “You’re the one who talks like a book boyfriend.”

His brows lift. “What?”

“Never mind. Keep talking, please and thank you.”

His lips curve, eyes glittering darkly. “No one’s ever called you a slut before, have they?”

I gasp, my hips chasing another spark of sensation. “No.”

“Good.” His mouth moves to my ear. “You’re going to make yourself come. Then you’re going to wrap those pretty lips around my cock and swallow what I give you like a good little slut.”

Abandoning the illusion of dignity, I snake one hand into my shorts and the other up my T-shirt. Two fingers circle fast against my clit as I palm my breasts, tugging at my nipples.

“More.”