Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
And so I started speaking, and then Riv did too. We talked about everything, nearly all night, like each word was chasing away his demons, each laugh replacing every time he’d been hurt.
Riven fell asleep before me, and I lay there watching him, like I was his protector, there to keep him safe and fight his battles for him.
*
Sneaking up on him, I wrapped my arms around Riven’s waist, fighting to get him into the lake.
“Motherfucker!” he said, trying to get out of my hold, but I had surprise on my side and the help of a luckily placed root he didn’t see, effectively tripping him and helping me gain the upper hand.
We stumbled into the water, both of us falling and sinking below the surface before breaking it again.
“Jesus Christ, you’re like a kid,” Riven grumbled, but I saw the small smile teasing the corners of his lips.
I reached for him, but he swam out deeper into the water. I pretended there was no choice but to follow him.
“Do you like swimming?”
“Yeah. Grandma said my dad used to do that—swim when he was younger. He was fast and did it competitively until he got into drugs and causing trouble. He stopped caring about shit like that.”
We bobbed in the water, and it struck me how incredible it was that he had shared that with me. Riven didn’t offer pieces of himself easily, and definitely not without being prompted.
“Did you use to want to swim like him?”
“Hell no. I never thought that way, even when I was young.”
“So you’ve always been a negative Nancy?” I provoked, then got my punishment when he splashed me.
Only it didn’t feel like a punishment at all.
“Fuck off, Parrish.”
“No.” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and Riven let me. And when his mouth came down on mine, tongue pushing past my lips, I felt like I was flying.
We played in the water together for at least an hour, only stopping to kiss and touch each other.
It was Riven who called an end to it. “Okay. I’m done. That’s enough fun for one day.” He began making his way toward the shore, and I swam alongside him.
“We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
“No. You’re already messing with my street cred.”
I didn’t even try to bite back my chuckle. “You’re a mess.” But I liked him that way. I liked that Riven could be who he was with me and didn’t have to pretend to be anything else. Well, except I guessed he did try to act like he didn’t enjoy having fun with me.
“No shit.”
We got out of the water, but I didn’t let Riven get far. My arms circled him from behind, and then I slid my hand inside his wet swim trunks to cup his cock and balls. “What about this kinda fun? Are you down with that?”
“You’re always needy for my dick, aren’t you?” Riven dropped his head back, on my shoulder, showing me just how needy he was for me too.
“Yes.”
“You gonna get on your knees for me.” He pressed his hips forward, fucking into my hand.
“I need my midday protein. Might as well suck it out of your balls.”
“Christ, Parrish.” I went to the ground then and there, dirt, twigs, and small rocks digging into my knees. I hooked my fingers into the band of his swim trunks, pulling them down so they were right below his tight, firm ass which was right in my face. My lips pressed to his left cheek, then his right. He had soft fuzz there, which I thought was hot as hell. Letting my tongue sneak out, I tested the waters by licking a strip down his crease. “Fuuuuck,” Riven gritted out, and while I preferred to bottom, I liked the fact that he wasn’t against me playing around with his ass.
“You like that? You want me to lick out your hole before I let you fuck my face?”
“Yes. God yes. Get your tongue inside me.”
Gladly.
I ripped his swim trunks all the way off and tossed them, getting to my feet just long enough to drag Riven closer to a tree.
“Hands on the bark. Bend over slightly.”
“Fuck—”
“Yeah, I know. Fuck me. I’m about to eat you out. Think you can try not to complain that I’m being bossy while I do it?”
“No,” he replied, but there was a playfulness to his voice that made me grin. He also obeyed me, so there was that.
I spread his ass cheeks, hoping like hell no one showed up, and took in the sight of his tight, pink ring. “Jesus, baby. Look at this hole. I could stare at it all day.”
“Get your tongue in it.”
“Who is the needy one again?” I joked before leaning in and lashing my tongue against him. I felt him tighten up beneath me, like he hadn’t been sure what to expect. I kept moving, tracing him and tasting him, the salt of his skin, the lake water too.