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Chapter Thirteen

NATE

I wake up to River’s lips on my neck, his erect dick rubbing up against mine. For the first time in a while, I didn’t have any nightmares. At least none that I can recall. River always chases away my demons.

“Morning,” he whispers.

“Yeah, it’s a good fucking morning,” I growl against his lips as he fists my cock. “I could get used to waking up like this.”

Most mornings, I wake up hard, and today is no exception.

“I’m addicted now.” My sexy boyfriend captures my bottom lip in his mouth and sucks, tossing his leg over mine. “You’ve created a monster, Nate.”

“Is that so?” I flash one of my cocky smirks that makes him smile. “I’m supposed to be the addict in this relationship.”

“You know, I’ve been thinking about that,” River says with a thoughtful look. “What if all the sex with women was just to forget about the woman who shall not be named? Maybe you don’t have an addiction.”

“You’re just saying that because you want me to fuck you day and night.” His lips thin into a line, and he remains quiet. “You don’t want Dr. Swanson imposing rules on you… and you want more of my dick. Don’t you?”

He pins me to the bed, lips hovering above mine. “Yes, but… I’m serious. I think we should discuss this with Dr. Swanson during our next appointment. I don’t want to have restrictions on our relationship when it’s so new.”

“Sex addict,” I say with laughter in my tone. “You’re hooked on me.”

He blushes. “Yeah, I guess.”

I wave a hand over my naked body. “Who could blame you when you get to look at all this?”

He smacks my chest and laughs. “Idiot.”

“I prefer when you call me God.”

River kisses me softly, nibbling on my lip. “I love you so much it fucking hurts when I breathe.” He pauses, then sits back, staring at the bedsheet. “I mean…”

“I know what you mean.”

He tilts his head to the side and scratches his jaw. “Can we…?”

I can tell he doesn’t want to discuss his declaration of love, so I say, “Are you ready to go again?”

“Uh-huh.” He nods, biting his lip. “I’m a little sore, but I want more.”

We showered after our last fuck session around five o’clock and pretty much blacked out. I’d planned to sleep all day, but this horny motherfucker has other plans.

His masculine scent burrows into my nostrils as he bites my neck. “I want to try another position this time.”

“Whatever you want.”

River rolls onto his side so his back faces me. “Prep me like this. Then, I want you to force me to my knees and fuck me from behind.”

“I can do that. Fuck do I wanna do that.” I massage his ass and slide my thumb between his cheeks. “Hand me the lube.”

He grabs the bottle from the nightstand. I drizzle the liquid onto his ass, enjoying the sight of it sliding into the crack and onto the bed.

River whimpers at the sensation. “It’s cold. But… I like it. Feels good.”

“I haven’t even touched you yet. So eager.”

River backs his ass into my cock. “I waited years for this. Don’t make me wait another second.”

I spread his cheeks with my thumbs and look at his hole, wet and glistening. Until last night, he was untouched, preserved just for me.

And now, he’s mine.

After our first time, I was hooked. So was River.

I plunge a finger inside him, reaching for the dildo. It’s not on the bed or the nightstand. Then, I remember we left them in the bathroom.

Opening him up for me, I add a second finger, listening to his moans and enjoying the way he bucks against my hand. There’s no denying River likes bottoming. He never seems to tire of it, though I bet he’ll be sore later.

“I’m good,” he says, rising to his knees. “I need you. Now.” His eyes meet mine. “Please.”

He’s adorable when he begs.

After eight years of having sex together, last night was the first time he let himself go. His shoulders weren’t tense. Every muscle in his body was relaxed. River freely gave himself to me without any barriers.

He gets on his knees, legs spread, and bends forward. Resting his weight on his elbows, he wiggles his ass in my face.

“More, more, more,” he chants. “I need you, Nate.”

I move behind him and grip his hips. “Yeah, baby, I’ll give you more.”

Once again, he pushes up against my dick. “Need. Now. Please. Fuck.”

River’s turning more into a feral animal by the second… and I am fucking loving it.

I coat my finger with lube and plunge it into his ass. “I want your hole nice and messy for me. I love coming inside you. I’m obsessed with watching my cum drip out of you.”

Long and hard, my cock is nearly flush against his back and leaking pre-cum. I’m ready to pounce. It takes all of my strength not to plunge my cock deep inside his body and satisfy the ache in my balls.

Instead, I work my fingers into River, taking it nice and slow. I know what he likes and how far to go.

I lick my lips.

I love what I see.

River groans when I add another finger.

“You okay, Riv?”

I withdraw my fingers, softly running my palm over his ass.

“Uh-huh,” he grunts. “Fuck me again. I’m ready.”

I plunge into River’s tight heat, fingers digging into his hips. His thick, round ass bulges muscle, bouncing with each thrust. I watch my dick glide out of him before slamming back into him. Greedy like usual, River backs his ass on my cock, begging for more.

“Such a needy little brat.” I slap his ass. “Look at you on your hands and knees for me, taking my cock.”

He moans. “I’m always needy for you.”

I smile like a stupid boy with a crush. God, it feels incredible to have sex without any limits. Without erecting miles-high walls to keep someone from knowing the real me.

River has never judged me. He loves me unconditionally for who I am.

He likes it when I get rough, so I hold him down by his neck, going deeper and deeper. “You’re a dirty boy, aren’t you?” I nuzzle his neck and breathe in his scent. “Tell me how much you like it when I fuck this ass.”

“I love it,” River chokes out. “Fuck me harder.”

“Bad boy,” I growl, possessed by his moans, and slap his ass cheek, leaving a handprint on his skin. “You like this, too, don’t you?”

“Fuck… Yes.” He grunts when I slam all the way home, his entire body trembling. “When you hit my prostate, I nearly black out. Just wait, Nate. One day, you’re going to beg me to fuck you. And you’ll get to see how good it feels.”

“Yeah, we’ll see. Maybe someday.”

“More,” he says, fisting his shaft. “I need more. I’m so close.” His head drops to the bed, his skin slick with sweat. “I’m going to come soon. Nate… Right there.”

I grip his shoulder, taking him harder. “You want me to come for you? Huh? You want me to fill you up?”

“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “I want it. Yes, yes, yes. Don’t stop.”

“You’re so tight.” My eyes close as I reach the peak of my climax. “You feel so good.”

“So do you,” he whimpers. “Oh god, I’m coming.”

With River face down, his cum splashes the sheets, his entire body shaking with his release. I follow a minute later, spilling into River with a few forceful jerks that leave me breathless.

I pull out and nearly pass out on the mattress. River drops beside me, tossing an arm over my sweaty chest.

He glances at me. “Fuck, that was…”

“Yeah,” I whisper, still high from that killer orgasm. “I love fucking my boyfriend .”

It’s so new that the word sounds strange on my tongue, but I like that River now has an official title. He’s not just my best friend anymore.

River smiles and runs his fingers over my smooth chest. “Boyfriend.”

I curl my arm around him. “Mine.”

* * *

By Sunday, it’s time to check out of the hotel. I’m bummed we can’t stay in our little bubble. River sulks around the suite, picking up the clothes I ripped off him. He stuffs them into his overnight bag as I zip mine.

“Nothing will change,” I say to assure him.

He looks down at the bed and moves around things in his bag. “I just wish we didn’t have to go. I like being here with you. Just the two of us.”

Sensing River’s discomfort, I move behind him and squeeze my arms around his middle. “After I graduate, we can get a place. It can be like this every day.”

He glances over his shoulder and forces a smile. “You don’t regret anything?”

“Nope. Not even a little bit.”

I hate that he worries about me switching back to women. There’s nothing I can say or do to ease his concern. But I will show him that he’s all I need every day.

My phone rings, cutting through the tension. I reach into my pocket and sigh when I see my dad’s name on the screen.

“Answer it,” River suggests. “It could be about the book and Samantha… or Sofia. Whatever her name is.”

I sit on the bed and answer the phone. “Hey, Dad. What’s up?”

“The situation is handled,” he growls into the receiver. “You don’t have to worry about the book or the girl. She’s no longer a student at Kingston University.”

“Oh,” I mutter. “Well, what happened?”

“It’s best you don’t know.”

Okay, Mr. Cryptic .

I know not to push him for answers and say, “Thanks, Dad. I’ll see for Thanksgiving.”

“Your mother is looking forward to seeing you. Please wear something decent, not your usual sweatpants or jeans.”

I glance at River and shake my head. He frowns.

“Sure thing, Dad. See you then.”

After I hang up, River hops on my lap, straddling my thighs. His arms go around my neck as he kisses my lips. I palm his head, fingers threaded through his short, dark hair to deepen the kiss.

Our tongues tangle for a moment before River pulls back and lets out a sigh of relief.

“It’s over… for now.” He rests his forehead on mine. “I wish this was the last time I had to worry about someone exposing my private life.”

“You were born to be a star. Fame comes with the territory. We’ll never have privacy. But we have each other. And that’s all that matters.”