"What?" I rose to my feet, confused. "What's wrong?"
Elias shook his head. "Nothing," he said. "I just - "
I pressed my body against his, wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. "For a guy who's so goddamned cocky, you get awful self-conscious about stuff," I said, my hand running up his length.
He groaned, a guttural sound from deep in his throat. "Keep doing that and I won't be." He kissed me as I stroked him, the whole time thinking about how I'd rather have his c**k between my legs than in my hand.
I ran my lips over his chest, watching his head tilt back as I did it. Then I dropped to my knees in front of him, running my tongue along his length, taking him in my mouth, tasting him. I brought him to the brink, until he grasped my hair, warned me.
"River, I'm going to come," he said.
I pulled him into my mouth deeper, looked up at him.
"Shit," he said, gripping my hair. I sucked him harder, and he thrust inside me, growling my name when he came.
13
As soon as she'd finished me, I could tell she was worked up again. I brought her to orgasm again, this time with my hand, and even though she whimpered just before she came on my fingers, asking for my cock, I refrained. I wanted nothing more than to f**k her senseless, fill her to the hilt with my c**k and feel her come around me.
But I was trying to f**king show some restraint. Not just because the last thing on earth I f**king needed right now was to get some girl knocked up. It's just that there was something about her, something vulnerable, that made me feel protective and shit. She put off this casual attitude, like shit didn't get under her skin, but she was running from that shitbag boyfriend of hers.
She had to be on the rebound.
I didn't like the f**king idea of taking advantage of that shit. At least not until she was thinking clearly.
She kissed me lightly on the lips. "Join me in bed," she whispered.
I kissed her on the forehead. "I'll be back in a second," I said, turning to dig in my bag for a toothbrush. "Just need to hit the head."
River stretched out on the bed on her stomach, her ass in the air, and I had to turn away, the image of me taking her from behind, sliding my c**k inside her, too vivid in my mind's eye.
"The head?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at me.
"The bathroom," I said. "Navy term."
"Ah."
When I came out of the bathroom, River was still in the same position, her hair all mussed, spiked every which way. Because of me, running my hands through it, grabbing it.
The image of her on her knees flashed in my mind.
"Do you take your prosthetic off when you sleep?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Are you going to take it off?" she asked.
"Why?" I felt immediately like she was scrutinizing me, even though she wasn't looking at me, her head resting on her arms, facing the opposite direction. She rolled onto her side and propped herself up on her elbow.
"Because I want you to feel comfortable," she said. "And I thought since you just had your fingers in my pu**y that you might feel comfortable taking your prosthetic off in front of me."
"Fuck," I said. "I never thought I'd hear that word coming out of the mouth of the girl who does movies like My First Love."
"Pussy?" she asked. "I could have said cunt. Would that have been better?"
"Shit." I laughed.
"Did I make you blush? Are you blushing?"
"Fuck, no," I said. "I'm laughing at you. You're direct, I'll give you that."
"Well, take it off and get in bed with me," she said. "How's that for direct?"
I sat on the side of the bed and rolled down the sock that covered the outside of the device. I could feel her eyes on me.
"Hey, I thought you said you hadn't watched any of my movies?"
I sighed as I pressed the pin at the bottom of the prosthetic and pulled it off. "You caught me," I said.
"You're a secret River Andrews fan?" she asked. "I could see that." She moved over and rolled onto her side, her head propped up on her arm, watching me.
I rolled the inside sock and liner off and slid into bed next to her, lying on my side, facing her. "I'm becoming more of a River Andrews fan now," I said, reaching between her legs.
She laughed and smacked my hand away. "You're incorrigible."
"Big word. Don't know what it means," I lied, grinning. "If it means hard, then yeah, I am." I held her palm against my cock.
Her hand traveled down the length of my cock, cupped my balls. "You're not disappointed we didn't have sex?"
"Fuck yeah, I'm disappointed," I said. "I'm going to the store first thing tomorrow and buying the largest f**king size box of condoms they have. Fuck it. I'm going to buy what they have in stock. Then I'm coming here, and I'm going to stick my c**k so many times you're not going to be able to walk for a week."
River laughed. "Is that a promise?"
I kissed her slowly, catching her lower lip in between my teeth and gently pulling on it as I slipped a finger inside her. Then I let her lip go. "That's a f**king promise."