Raze (Riven 3)

He kept circling his hips as he came down, my fingers wringing shivers of pleasure out of him, his insides still tensing around me.

When he caught his breath, he collapsed against my chest, hot cheek burning at my neck.

“That good?” I needed so badly to hear him tell me.

“So good.”

I moved to carry him to the bed, thinking I’d get a washcloth for him, but he caught my wrist and I stilled. He slid a shaky hand to my crotch and groaned at what he felt there.

“God, you’re so hard.”

“Mmf.”

“So hard for me?”

“Always for you.”

“Dane.” He lay back on the couch. “Fuck me till you come inside me.”

A shudder went through me at his words, but I shook my head.

“You’re too sensitive,” I ground out. “?’M too big.”

Felix fixed me with that determined glare that did funny things to my chest. “You said you wanted to give me what I want.”

I groaned, biting my lip, and he cupped me through my jeans.

“I want you to put this huge, hard, perfect cock inside me. And I want you to fuck me with it until it explodes.”

A broken sound tore from my throat and I was on him as I fumbled with my zipper. He pulled my jeans down over my hips and I slicked my cock roughly, shivering at the touch of my own hand.

“Do you need—”

“No.” Felix took my ass in both hands and pulled me into him, head thrown back as I breached him.

“Oh, fuuuck,” I groaned as I slid inside him. “Need…need…please, I.”

I couldn’t form sentences, could hardly make words. Every single thought was on sliding deep inside Felix. He canted his hips and threw his arms over his head, the gesture clearly saying Take me.

And, fuck, I did. I slammed into him and it was like coming home, his slick heat surrounding me, his cries egging me on.

It wasn’t going to take long. I’d been so on the edge for so long. Felix grabbed my ass again, pressed his fingers to my hole, and I came so hard I lost time. The orgasm roared from my gut and my balls through my whole body and out my cock, and I poured myself into Felix as a pleasure purer than any drug burned me from the inside out.

I had my face buried in his neck when I came back to myself, and his hands stroking my back and over my head.

“You with me?” he asked quietly.

I nodded. Then I remembered how rough I’d been just before I came and I eased out of him and bent between his legs, needing to make sure I hadn’t hurt him.

He hissed but assured me he was fine. He kissed my lips and my cheeks, and I kept my eyes squeezed tightly shut. I felt a damp towel cleaning me and Felix murmuring words I didn’t register. He made me share a glass of water with him, and then he pulled me to his bed.

“Lie down.”

I hadn’t intended to stay the night when I’d come over; I’d just wanted to see his face.

“You’re coming to bed too?” I heard myself ask.

“Yeah, baby.”

I let out a breath as he slid under the covers beside me. I felt dazed and floaty, but hyper-focused, like I could feel the blood pulsing under my skin, feel my lungs expand as I breathed. Felix curled onto his side and rested his head on my shoulder, arm over my stomach and leg over one of mine, and I wished I could feel his weight on me forever.

“Was that okay?” I asked, taking his hand in mine.

“It was amazing. Perfect. You’re amazing,” he murmured, kissing my shoulder, then settling back down with me.

I hummed in pleasure and let myself drift on a wave of peace.

Chapter 10

Felix

Sofia was leaving for tour tomorrow. I’d been ticking off the days in my mental calendar, but it had snuck up on me regardless and struck like a snake. All day, I’d pushed aside the reality that she’d be gone. That we’d be in different states for the very first time. That she was about to embark on a life I had nothing to do with.

We’d planned a sibling send-off night, with snacks and movies we’d liked since we were kids. I was looking forward to having the whole night with her for what seemed like the first time in forever, to relax and shoot the shit without knowing we only had an hour before she would have to leave again.

I made taco pizza, Sofia’s favorite, and got the computer set up on the coffee table so we could have movies on in the background.

As I was getting out of the shower, I heard the door open and her call, “Fuck yes, taco pizza!”

I grinned, paused my audiobook, and tugged on my pajamas.

In the kitchen, Sofia had her fingers in the pizza and a huge empty duffel bag on her shoulder. My happiness melted away at the reminder that she was leaving.