Riven (Riven 1)

“Oh, fuck, baby,” I groaned, when he nailed my prostate, and he kept that angle, hips rocketing into me as the tendons in his neck strained. He wanted to kiss me but he couldn’t reach, and neither of us was willing to give up the perfect position, so we breathed the same twice-heated air and Theo fucked me harder and faster, as we looked into each other’s eyes.

“What do you want?” I gasped. “Tell me.”

“Touch me,” Theo ordered. “Keep touching me while I fuck you. I want to make you come, just me.”

We both groaned at his words and I touched every bit of flushed skin I could reach. I rubbed his nipples and trailed rough fingertips over his throat until he cried out brokenly. I could feel his cock swell inside me as he got close, so close. Then he dropped his forehead to my chest and wrapped one arm around my neck, hand snaking up to pull my hair. The sharp tug sent a jolt through me and I clenched around him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, like it was the only word he knew besides my name.

He was everywhere, weight on top of me, cock inside me, hand in my hair, eyes on mine. I could see how close he was, from the tremble in his lips, the way his flush darkened. He made gorgeous broken sounds as he fucked me, and then he curled his hand around my leaking erection, and my eyes rolled back in my head.

“I want—ungh,” he groaned as I tightened around him.

“What, anything, anything.”

“I want you to come on my cock,” he gasped, and he stroked me harder, faster.

“About to,” I groaned, and I felt my orgasm gathering together in the small of my back, the tremble in my thighs, the tightness in my belly. Theo ran his thumb over the tip of my dick and fucked me hard, raking over my prostate until it was almost too much. The pleasure climbed higher and higher, and Theo saw all of it. He bit his lip in determination. Then, with a twist of his hand on my dick, a tug on my hair, and one last deep thrust, I was coming so hard I yelled, every muscle tightening, my eyes squeezing shut as my ass convulsed and I shot into Theo’s hand.

I couldn’t tell his groans from my own, but a moment later he froze inside me, flooded me with heat, and then whimpered as he kept thrusting while he came down from his orgasm.

“Oh my fucking god,” he muttered, plastering himself on top of me, cock still inside me. He nuzzled his face into my neck and wrapped his arms around me and groaned. I grunted in agreement, found one of his hands, and squeezed.

After we caught our breath, I said, “Remind me to let you do whatever you want to me more often.”

He nodded against my chest and his stubble scraped my nipple, making me clench up.

“Oh fuck,” Theo said, and he shifted his hips. “Do that again.” I clenched around him and he moaned, hips thrusting. “Again,” he whispered, and I could feel him harden inside me.

“Are you kidding me,” I said. He moaned incoherently into my chest. “That’s some refractory period, kid,” I said. “You want to…”

He shrugged, muscles loose, clearly exhausted. I clenched around him again, experimentally milking him, and his hips surged. He looked at me with shocked eyes as he swelled inside me. “I don’t think I can.”

I ran a finger over his swollen lips, the flush over his cheekbones, shoved sweaty hair back from his face.

“Does it feel good?” I asked.

“So fucking good,” he slurred.

I did it again and again, until I was sure my muscles would give out, and Theo writhed against me, getting harder and harder until he was panting and scrabbling at my chest.

“I need to—fuck, can I—?”

“Do anything you want to me.”

Theo moved inside me gently. I wasn’t sure if either of us would come. I had gotten hard again, too, but my arousal wasn’t urgent. We were both exhausted, but vibrating with energy, and I saw the moment Theo committed himself.

“I want to feel you come again,” he muttered, voice so wrung out it was a rasp.

“I don’t know if I can, baby,” I said. “But you feel so good, don’t stop.”

We fucked like mercury, like we were in a dream. I was sore, and he was tired, but as he moved wetly inside me, I closed my eyes and just let myself feel it. No goal, no end, just Theo, touching me everywhere.

“Oh my god,” he murmured, like he couldn’t believe what was happening, and then I felt him shudder, pressing himself deep inside me as he came. This time his whimper was almost tortured, and his cheek against my neck was blood hot. “Please, baby,” he muttered into my ear, and he stroked me off gently, like I could stop him with a whisper.