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“I think that’s part of being a good boyfriend. I’m supposed to do those things?” He quirked a playful brow, and I laughed.
The waitress took my card, and a few minutes later, we were driving to the bowling alley.
It was pretty busy, which sucked, so we had to wait half an hour to get a lane, but the time passed quickly, and before I knew it, we were in our goofy bowling shoes and looking for a ball.
“Oh shit. My thumb almost got stuck in that one,” Riv said, chuckling as he put it away.
“Don’t let that happen. I like your fingers.” I winked.
“My fingers or my cock?”
“Both.”
Riven grinned, which made me feel like I’d just won a million dollars.
We each found a ball, and I entered our names in the computer. I put mine first, figuring I could give Riven a little lesson before his turn.
“Let me show you how it’s done.” I got into position, took a few steps, and let the ball release before… “What the fuck!” It landed in the gutter about halfway down.
Riven cracked up behind me. Annoyance prickled at me because I was a good bowler and couldn’t remember the last time I’d gotten a gutter ball, but when I turned around to see him clutching his stomach, he was laughing so hard, that made it worth it.
“So the point isn’t to knock the pins down?” Riven asked.
“Fuck off,” I grumbled, trying to hold back my smile. The night wasn’t over, but I already knew it would be perfect.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Riven
Apparently, I was a pretty decent bowler. Parrish ended up kicking my ass the first game we played, but I lost by a smaller margin the second game, getting four strikes and nearly beating him. The next time we went, I was determined to win.
Even thinking that surprised me—planning another night like we had—but I wanted it. Wanted to collect every moment I could with Parrish, and that wasn’t something I’d ever experienced before.
The lights were off at Grandma’s when we pulled up. That was normal, considering it was after eleven. I’d kept an eye on the cameras all evening, like I always did. Next, I really needed to get an alarm for the house.
When we got into my apartment, Parrish nodded toward the bathroom, so I followed him there. I liked that my shower was a tight fit, that it kept us close, his skin against mine, feeding me the cure to a kind of craving for another person I never thought I’d have.
We stripped and got inside, Parrish with his back to me, the water cascading down his skin. My dick throbbed and grew, my eyes tilting down as I watched it slide along his crease. He spread his legs for me, my erection slipping between them while I soaped up my hands and rubbed them along his slightly furry chest.
“Fuck, I want you all the time.” Parrish pushed back against me while I peppered kisses along his shoulders.
I wanted him all the time too, every moment of every day my longing for him growing and intensifying even when he was right beside me.
“You gonna give me your hole tonight?” I sneaked a hand between our bodies, finger dipping into his crack, rubbing the tight pucker there.
“I’ll always give you my hole, Riv. It’s yours. You own it like you own me.”
My dick twitched at his response, but that was nothing compared to how my chest expanded, almost to the point that I swore my ribs would crack. “You own me too.”
I pressed my finger inside him, teasing it in and out. The muscles in Parrish’s neck corded, and he pressed his fists against the shower wall. He loved this, loved me inside him. I didn’t know how I deserved him, but I wasn’t ever going to screw this up.
“You like that?” I pushed a second finger inside, twisting them. “You like me opening you up for my dick?”
“You know I do. Why don’t we get out of here so you can fuck me?”
I chuckled into his neck, then licked him. “But I’m having fun playing.” I curled my fingers so I could rub his prostate. Parrish nearly lurched away from me, like I’d shocked him with a bolt of lightning.
“Riv…” He leaned back against me, head on my shoulder while I fingered his ass with one hand and stroked his cock with the other. I wanted to edge him, to tease him so he was right on the brink before pulling off…which I did, over and over again until the water turned cold and I wasn’t sure his legs could hold him up anymore.
Reaching around him, I turned the faucet off, then pulled him out. We dried off like two men on a mission, which I guessed we really were—a mission to fuck and feel and take all the goodness we had together and soak in it, since neither of us had seen much of it in our lives.
