Riven (Riven 1)

I put the knife down again and nudged his knees apart, standing between them as he sat on the counter.

“I’m really glad,” I said, and kissed him. “I can’t wait to hear the tracks.” He was vibrating with energy, smiling into my kiss. I thought I could see the relief in his face, too. Relief that he hadn’t let down the rest of the band, relief that they’d liked his songs and played well together.

I cupped his cheek and kissed him again, and this time he snaked his legs around my waist, hooking his ankles together and pulling me in until my crotch snugged up against his. He moaned into the kiss and rubbed us together, my dick pulsing behind my tightening fly. I slid a hand up the back of his shirt and kissed him until his head thumped against the cabinet.

“Sorry,” I muttered.

His answer was to slide off the counter and push me back against it. Then he dropped to his knees in front of me on the aged linoleum, and dragged my pants down. He looked up at me, eyes silvery blue, black eyeliner smudged around them from yesterday, hair wild, and then he smirked, and goddamn if he wasn’t the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. There was something about the quicksilver shift from excited and manic to sultry aggressor that got me instantly hard.

He licked hot lines up the length of my dick with the flat of his tongue while he watched me. I tangled a hand in his hair, and let myself relax. Theo made a sound of pleasure around me as I sighed. He started going at it with everything he had, taking me in deep, mouth hot and wet, those perfect lips stretched around me, and his cheeks hollowed.

My head fell back as the sensations overwhelmed me. He squeezed the base of my cock with one hand, teasing my tip with his tongue, then went back to the glorious friction of his mouth as he slid a hand to my balls and tugged gently on the upstroke.

The jolt of pleasure in my balls intensified everything Theo was doing, and the wet sound of him on my cock was filthy hot. A glance down found him, knees spread on the floor, his erection visible in his tight jeans, cheeks flushed and fluttering dark lashes moist as he worked me in and out of his mouth. He was breathing through his nose as he took me deep. Then, like he could feel my eyes on him, he looked up at me, mouth stretched wide. Those fucking eyes just took me apart.

I put a shaky hand to his cheek, then traced his lips, and his eyelashes fluttered. He moaned and adjusted himself in his jeans. Then he tipped his head back, and grabbed my wrists, encouraging me to use his mouth as I wanted.

“Oh, fuck.”

He nodded slightly as I thrust, careful not to hurt him. But after a few thrusts, he caught the rhythm and closed his eyes, trusting me. His hand snaked down to his pants, dragging the zipper down, and he fisted himself, making inarticulate sounds of pleasure around my cock. One hand working his own erection, he reached between my legs and massaged my balls with the other, and my whole groin tightened, like every ounce of blood in my body was rushing to my cock.

The wet heat of Theo’s mouth felt like velvet around me, the pleasure sharp and clean.

“You look so fucking hot on your knees taking my dick and jerking yourself off.” Theo groaned, and looked up at me, eyes huge. He let go of his erection and grabbed my ass, pulling me deeper and swallowing around me. Pleasure broke like a wave and my hips snapped forward. He choked a little and I pulled out, running an apologetic hand over his hair.

“Fuck my mouth until you come,” he said, voice raw. Lust shot up my spine at the idea that tomorrow, in the studio, Theo would sing through a throat I’d fucked raw, his desire for me immortalized through sound.

I grabbed the base of my dick to keep from coming at the thought, but he brushed my hand away and I was engulfed again in his velvet heat. I thrust into his mouth, watching him; the flush across his cheekbones, black eyeliner even more smeared, spit wetting his chin.

“Touch yourself,” I said, and he started to stroke as I thrust, moaning around my erection. I could feel it starting, the clench of pleasure low in my groin, in my balls, my belly. I stroked Theo’s hair back. “I’m gonna come.” Theo nodded and moaned, and I let myself fall into orgasm. My thighs and ass tensed as I poured myself into him. It was a tangle of pleasure gathering itself to explode, and I pulsed into his mouth, my asshole clenching and my hips quivering.