Page 47 of Don’t Be A Stranger

“You’re okay,” River reassures me. “You’re doing so good for me, Pretty Girl. You look so perfect like this.”

After another finger, I can’t help but feel strangely full. Good in a weird way I didn’t expect, but unable to make out whether I like it yet or not.

River remains still, now letting me adjust with two fingers. I let myself test the sensation by gently rocking my hips back and dear god, that’s what all the fuss is about.

“How does that feel?” River asks, allowing me to set the pace, not daring to move an inch himself.

“Please.” I lift my head enough to look back at him. “I want you to fuck me.”

River moves like a man on a mission and gently pulls his fingers out of me. I watch as he lathers more lube between my cheeks and his dick, using an ungodly amount.

I try not to tense as he lines himself up with my backside and oh so slowly pushes in. I fall face first into the mattress, moaning into the fabric.

I move my hand between my legs while my face remains buried in the sheets. The high of River being the first person I’ve ever done this with is delicious and addictive. I want more things to be our firsts together. More of him. More of this.

River palms my backside, spreading me and only adding to the overwhelming feeling of all of him in my ass. His hips roll against the curve of my skin, pressing me deeper into the mattress. Both of his palms rest flat next to me. The bed creaks gently, just enough to be suspicious if Moose is listening, but I don’t think either of us care.

“Fuck,” I moan into his pillow, my drool decorating the blue fabric. “I’m going to come.”

“Yeah?” River tries to catch his breath. “You feel good?”

I quickly nod, afraid if I wait too long to answer, he’ll stop, and I need him to do anything but that.

“You make me feel so good, so full,” I cry out.

“Come for me, Summer.”

My eyes squeeze shut, hues of red and orange overcrowding my vision. I jerk forward, clutching the sheets. The need to scream is overwhelming but I hold back by burying my face into another one of River’s pillows. My hips stutter, back arching. My veins feel as if they’re flooded with lava.

I don’t move for a moment. My body is hunched over and slack. I can hear River’s shallow breaths from behind me, coming down from his own high, but I think I need another second to form a coherent sentence.

“You okay?” River chuckles after a quiet moment.

I wince as he gently pulls out of me and rolls me onto my back. Then he joins me so we’re both staring up at the ceiling, pinkies brushing against the other. My mind is all fuzzy and my body feels both heavy and weightless at the same time. Now it feels like the day has finally caught up to me.

“Yeah,” I whisper. “I’m okay. What about you?”

“That was…” River chuckles breathlessly. “Wow.”

I chew on my bottom lip, unable to hold back a smile. “Wow indeed.”

***

“Shh,” River warns lightheartedly but he’s the one that’s laughing. “I think Moose is still pouting in his room.”

I don’t know why I find the thought of that man pouting ridiculous, but I do—I accidentally spit out my soda, some of it coming out of my nose. My body shakes so violently in my fit of laughter that I almost fall off the counter. Luckily, River still has some sense to catch me even while he’s laughing alongside me.

I wince slightly, still a little sore from earlier.

After lying in bed talking for long enough, River and I decided that getting a snack at three in the morning was necessary. I never eat this late—or early depending on how you look at it—but River was very convincing.

“You’re going to get us caught,” River wheezes and once I’m back on my feet, I shove his shoulder while wiping tears from my eyes.

“Like you have any room to talk,” I whisper back.

The only illumination in the kitchen is from the refrigerator light and the glow casts a shadow behind River, accentuating the bits of his hair sticking up. River is in nothing but sweats and I’m only in panties and his shirt, so if Moose were to walk out here to investigate the chaos, this definitely wouldn’t be a very good look for us.

“Here.” River pours me another glass of Mountain Dew, something we shouldn’t be drinking right now, clearly. “Can you keep it in your mouth this time?”