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With urgent fingers, I slicked up, then watched his body accept my first digit. Parrish pushed back against me, riding my hand. “Look at that. Look how much you want me. Not even my cock yet, and you’re going wild for it. Your hungry little hole was dying for me to be inside it. Wasn’t it?”
“Yes…God yes,” Parrish hissed out.
My dick throbbed, my gaze riveted on his ass while I worked a second finger inside. I fucked him with them, watched him swallow me up, played with his prostate, and Parrish pushed up on his toes like he was losing his mind.
I gave him a third finger, bit his ass, licked the sweat off his skin again because it felt primal and filthy and there was nothing I wanted more than to possess him in every way possible.
“Jesus, that’s enough. Give me your dick. Fuck me, Riv.”
How could I say no to that? I stood, suiting up and slicking my dick with lube. I bent him over more, licked and sucked his nape while I thrust my hips forward, filling him in one swift movement.
“Riven!” Parrish cried out, my name echoing around us.
I held his hips, fucked him like it was the last thing I would ever do, like I had something to prove, and maybe I did. My fingers bit into his skin, Parrish rambling, telling me, “Harder…more…” mixed with words I couldn’t even make out. His body was so hot, so tight, a glove made for my cock to possess. My orgasm was right there, teetering on the edge, but I wanted this to last, so I pulled out.
“What the hell. Fuck me!”
“I am.” I chuckled, turning him. “Don’t move,” I ordered because I wanted to take care of him while I took him. I grabbed a blanket from the tent and laid it over the table, his eyes going soft, like he’d been starving and I’d offered him food.
“Fuck, Riv.” He sat on the table, legs spread, ass hanging right on the edge.
I fit myself between his thighs again, pushed into him slowly this time, inch by inch sinking into his tight ass. When I was buried deep, his dick twitched, precum leaking onto his belly. I pulled back and thrust again and again, holding his hips. Parrish’s head dropped back, Adam’s apple bobbing while he gave me his body.
I saw his balls tighten, wrapped a hand around his shaft and stroked once, twice, before his nuts drew up and he ground out my name while he spurted his release all over his stomach. His ass tightened around me, pulsed and throbbed, pulling my jizz from my balls, and I lost myself to the pleasure and filled the condom.
“Christ,” he said breathlessly. “Best I’ve ever had.”
Yeah…me too. I licked some of his release from his abs. Parrish smiled as I did so, but then I scooped some up and fed it to him. He let it sit on his tongue, as if he knew what I wanted. This time when I leaned over and kissed him, we were sharing his cum between us, the taste of Parrish’s pleasure on both our tongues.
When I pulled back, we hadn’t rubbed it all off between us, so I took the rest on my fingers, then reached down and pushed two cummy digits into his ass.
“Jesus…that’s so hot. Next time I want you to eat it out of my hole.”
Next time. Because there would be one. There was no denying it. Parrish made me feel alive, and until I’d experienced it with him, I hadn’t known I’d spent my whole life feeling like I wasn’t breathing.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Parrish
Riven was restless. I already knew he didn’t sleep well. Something about nighttime made him edgier than he usually was, but he was doing a lot of pacing now. He’d tugged his shorts on right after we’d come, and now he couldn’t stop moving. If he sat down, he’d stand up the next second and resume his pacing.
I did think the fresh air calmed him down some. I wondered if that came from being locked up, or if he’d always been that way. Yeah, I knew he liked being out in the middle of nowhere like this, breathing in the trees and nature, but did it soothe him before, or was that new? I wanted to know everything about him, wished I could spend time inside his brain and heart, poking around and learning all of Riven’s secrets.
“I have an idea,” I told him, then went into the tent and tugged out the sleep mat. I didn’t mess with that sleeping-directly-on-the-ground shit.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re gonna get comfortable out here. We can sleep under the stars, with a nice, pretty fire we don’t really need, but I like it anyway,” I teased.
“I don’t sleep.”
“Well, maybe you will tonight. And if not, we’ll lie under the stars and talk.”
