Chapter Twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

Parrish

Ishouldn’t still be here. It surprised me that Riven hadn’t told me to leave already. We were sitting on the cement slab, legs out in front of us, backs against the house, arms touching.

The conversation about Becca and his grandma had been abandoned. My good sense told me to leave, my guilt too, but I didn’t listen to either. Becca had already been hurt enough, and knowing how she felt about Riven should be another reason for me not to want to fuck around with him again, but I was here…and hoping. Maybe I was more of a bastard than I thought. Maybe there was more of Dad and Rex in me than I wanted to admit, because I was sitting here, only thinking about myself.

But then, even without the possibility of an orgasm, which realistically might not be on the table again, I would still sit here as long as Riven let me. He’d fascinated me all my life. When we were little and Rex would pick on me, Riv never did. He used to tell my brother to cut me some slack or to leave me alone. And when Rex would try to get me to do shit we shouldn’t, illegal or otherwise, Riven would always try and steer him away from me.

“Remember when I was eleven and we saw that Ms. Watson, my old first-grade teacher, had left the window in her car down enough that I could get my arm inside? Her purse was in the car, and Rex told me to steal it.” Christ, I hadn’t thought about that in a long-ass time. It had just popped into my head tonight.

“Yep.”

“I was scared because I’d never stolen something like that before. I mean, maybe some small stuff from the store, but I’d never stolen personal property, and definitely not from someone I knew.” Riven didn’t respond, and as the past unfolded in my mind, I kept talking. “I was scared and didn’t want to do it. I mean, I did because I wanted to impress you guys—my dad too—but I felt bad. Rex was giving me shit about it and calling me names. I started to cry, and he laughed at me, told me if I didn’t do it, he was going to tell my dad. We all knew he’d have been pissed at me for missing an opportunity like that, so I was about to give in when you told Rex to leave me alone, busted the window with your elbow, and stole the purse yourself.”

I still remembered how bad my legs had hurt as we’d run away, as I’d tried to keep up with the two older boys, both faster than me. It was Riven who had come back for me. Riven who had hidden me when the cops drove by. Rex had just saved himself like he always did.

Fuck, how could I have forgotten stories like that? When Riven got locked up, and then once he’d come back, I’d been blinded by the things he had done—that yes, were wrong—and I hadn’t remembered the ways he’d tried to help me…or talk Rex out of shit he shouldn’t be doing.

“What’s your point? That I was a thief? I know that without you reminding me.”

“No.” I shook my head. “That you were good to me. You tried to keep Rex from picking on me, and keep me from getting in trouble.”

He let out an annoyed breath. “I busted a good woman’s window, stole her purse, and gave her money to your brother and your dad, and you’re trying to make a hero out of me? I was a thief, and I was wrong. There’s no getting around that.”

No, there wasn’t, but then, not everything was black and white either, was it? There were gray areas, even if ultimately what Riven had done was wrong.

“You were too young for that shit,” he added.

“You were doing it at that age.”

“That doesn’t mean you should have been, or that I should have been. I’d spent my life hating the world, Parrish. I was angry at everything. I was already fucked up. That didn’t mean you had to be too.”

But it had still meant something to me back then, and it meant something to me now. “Why do you say you’d spent your life angry and hating the world as if you don’t now? I mean, not trying to be a dick, but that’s still you.”

He chuckled. “Prick.”

“Takes one to know one.” I grinned, nudging his arm again. Riven inhaled a few deep lungfuls of air. “You like it outside…being in the fresh air. I’ve seen you do that when we’re working too.”

“Feels more pure than the air outside the prison. I might have only had a short sentence, but I don’t think I believed I’d ever get out. Even when I was outside, I felt claustrophobic there.” He adjusted his backward ball cap, making our arms rub up against each other again. He’d told me earlier he didn’t like people he didn’t know or trust to touch him, but he didn’t seem to mind when it was me.

I slid my hand close, drew circles on his arm with my finger.

“What are you doing?”

“Touching you.”

“Why?” But he didn’t tell me to stop and didn’t pull away.

I shrugged. “Because I like to…and because you let me.” My fingers danced up his forearm, the hairs rising and angling my way as if chasing the sensation. “Because it’s been a long time since you’ve fucked someone, and I still want my teenage fantasy to come true.” I turned slightly, following the path his arm set up for me, traveling up his biceps and under the sleeve of his shirt. “You feel incredible, Riv. You can hate me and the world all you want, but your body’s reaction to me doesn’t lie. You want me too. Let me make you feel good.” He deserved to feel good.

I leaned in as if I was going to kiss him, and he turned his head again, then dipped it and bit my finger. I hissed at the sharp pain because he hadn’t done it lightly. I took that as a yes, or at least a maybe, so I gave him another chance to say yes or no.

I stood and held out my hand. Riven stared at it for so long, I thought he was going to turn me down, even more so when he swatted it away and stood by himself. He went inside without a word, leaving the door open for me, so I followed.

It closed with a soft click, and I locked it.

“Take your clothes off,” he told me.

“Gladly.” I ripped my shirt over my head, tugged my shoes off, then got out of my jeans and underwear. His eyes burned through me, gaze holding on, a prominent bulge behind his fly. My dick was already achingly hard as I stood there naked in front of a fully clothed Riven, letting him take in the sight of me.

Asshole, asshole, asshole. You’re such an asshole for this.

It felt like I was taking something away from Becca, and also, I worried I was taking advantage of him, but Riven wouldn’t do this if he didn’t want to, and I was the one naked and at his mercy right now.

“Stroke yourself,” Riven ordered, and I did it, the heat and grip of my hand sending sparks of pleasure through my gut.

Neither of us turned away, both watching each other while I pleasured myself. I wanted to do this to him, wanted to make Riven unravel again, but I was going to let him lead the show. That wasn’t something I normally did when I was with a man, but I liked it with him.

“I want to touch you.” I used my other hand to play with my balls, still not taking my eyes off Riven.

His nostrils flared, his breathing visibly speeding up. He wanted me as much as I wanted him, but he seemed to be trying to hold himself back.

“At least take your clothes off.” The tone of my voice was a soft beg, but I didn’t have it in me to care about that. My desire for him built up more and more with each second that went by, a slow boil turning rapid before it would eventually overflow.

“Sit on the edge of the bed.” Riven pressed his palm against his bulge, which told me he felt needy too, that this wasn’t just torture for me.

“Fucking gladly.” I walked between the couch to the left, and the small kitchen counter to the right. He had it set up so the couch faced the far left wall, where there was a small TV that I doubted he had turned on since he’d been out. The bed didn’t have a headboard, just a mattress on a frame, against the back wall.

I made sure to walk close to him so our arms brushed when I passed.

I did as Riven said, planting my ass on the edge of the bed, legs spread, still stroking my cock with just my precum to help smooth the way.

Riven didn’t speak as he took off his sneakers, or as he walked over to the old bedside table. The drawer stuck when he pulled it out, and he plucked out a condom and a bottle of lube, then forced the drawer back in.

“Did you buy that just because of me?” I didn’t see Riven as a guy who would have gone condom shopping right after getting out. He probably wouldn’t have let himself get close enough to anyone to fuck them if I hadn’t found my way back into his life.

Riven didn’t answer—I knew he wouldn’t—but the corners of his mouth curled up despite him clearly trying to stop it.

A needy groan escaped my lips when he knelt between my spread thighs. He was still dressed, which I wasn’t a fan of, but Christ, was Riven going to suck my cock? I hadn’t expected that, and my dick twitched in my hand at the thought.

“You’re so sexy,” I said when he licked his lips.

“Don’t talk.”

“Not gonna happen. I’ll listen to you when it comes to some things, but I’m not keeping my mouth shut while we fuck around.”

He rolled his eyes, and not for the first time, I found him cute. Riven McKenna wasn’t supposed to be cute, and in a lot of ways he wasn’t—he was an asshole, and he was closed off. He was scarred, but damned if he didn’t have those moments where the only word I could use to describe him was cute.

“Have you ever sucked dick before?” I asked him.

“Yes.”

“Have you ever sucked one this nice?” I gripped the bottom of my shaft, angling my cock toward him. “I’m really fucking thick.”

“I hadn’t noticed.”

“I bet you’re wishing you kissed me now so you could shut me up with your mouth.”

Instead, Riven leaned down, holding my gaze while his tongue started at my balls, then licked up my shaft.

“Shit.” I thrust up, but he pulled back so I couldn’t push past his lips. “Suck me.”

“But it’s much more fun to torture you.” Riven’s tongue traced circles around my crown.

My eyes fell closed when he did it again, my body already feeling jittery. I’d had too many blowjobs to count, but this was Riven, and that made it feel like so much more. “Please, Riv,” I found myself asking.

“Please what?” his husky voice whispered over my cock.

“Suck me. Fuck me. Give me something.”

His rough hands landed on my thighs, sliding up and down just before his mouth closed over my prick. He sucked me to the back of his throat, the hot, wet suction sending me into a tailspin.

I knocked his hat off, fisted his hair. Used it for leverage while I fucked up and into Riven’s skilled mouth. For someone who hadn’t done this in years, he was good. He gagged when my dick hit the back of his throat, but he never pulled off, never eased back. He took it, making hungry sounds around my cock like he was ravenous for it, dying for the cum in my balls. I wanted to feed it to him, but I wanted him in my ass too.

As if reading my mind, Riven jerked off me, shoved to his feet, and began working to get out of his clothes. His T-shirt went first, then his jeans and underwear, before he was standing in front of me, hard cock in my face, and damn, I had to take a moment to appreciate the view.

Riven was gorgeous. His body was a work of art, muscles cut, and he was tall, long, and lean. Freckles danced across his shoulders, and I knew from seeing him before that they went all the way down his back. His lips looked like they had been sculpted, jaw chiseled, dark hair hanging over his forehead.

I wrapped a hand around his back, tugging him closer. Since he wouldn’t let me kiss his lips, I pressed mine to his stomach, then the tip of the erection standing against his stomach. A bead of precum followed, stretching between my mouth and his dick until it broke. I sucked down his salty taste, savoring Riven’s sharp inhale.

“Hands and knees, in the center of the mattress.”

“You’re lucky I want you so bad. I don’t usually follow orders so easily.” I did as he said, waiting while Riven knelt behind me. Once his fingers were lubed, he drew circles on my rim, me now the one nearly gasping.

I spread my legs farther, giving him better access, while my hands fisted in a pillow, dick throbbing and leaking.

A long “Fuuuuck” dragged out of Riven’s mouth, sounding more desperate than I had ever heard him.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded, needing to be dicked down in ways I never had.

“Jesus, I’m going to nut the second I’m inside you.”

“You’ll make it up to me.”

“It’s not happening again.”

“That’s what you said the first time—God yes!” The last part rushed from me when he pushed a slick finger inside me, twisting it while he pressed in and out.

I stroked my dick while I pushed back, chasing the sensation, until Riven added a second digit.

He fucked me with them, fast, then slow, me riding his hand, his fingers twisting and stretching. “So tight. It’s killing me not to just wreck you.”

Need stormed through me, spurring me on, making me tremble with years of pent-up desire. “Do it. Wreck me, Riven. I want it.”

“Christ,” he cursed, pulling out of me, leaving my ass empty while his shaky hands grabbed for the condom wrapper.

Riven ripped it open, me still jerking myself off as I watched over my shoulder. Riven covered himself, and seconds later he was lubed up, hands tight and bruising on my hips as he lined himself up, bottoming out in one swift thrust.

The pressure, along with the burn of my body stretching to accommodate him, made me cry out. It was the good kind of pain, where my body gave itself to someone in return for the sweetest pleasure.

He didn’t go easy on me, like he really was trying to wreck me, to ruin me, thighs slapping against the back of mine, his grip punishing as he took out years of celibacy and maybe anger out on me.

I wanted it all.

Fucking craved it.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, railing into me, dick hitting my prostate just right.

“Yes. Christ yes.” Sweat dripped into my eyes, making them sting. Riven’s blunt nails dug into my hips, his groin paddling my ass cheeks with each thrust.

The sounds of sex echoed through the room. My body was jittery, ready to dissolve into a thousand pieces if I didn’t come soon. When Riven swatted my hand away, his slick palm replacing mine, hammering my ass while he jacked my cock, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

My balls drew up, body lighting from the inside out as my orgasm overtook me. Cum shot all over the bed and his hand, kept coming like there was a never-ending supply in my balls and I’d come all night.

“I’m gonna lose it. Your ass is like a vise around my cock,” Riven ground out right before his erection twitched and jerked inside me, hips still moving while he unloaded into the rubber.

We didn’t move afterward, still in the afterglow of our orgasm, his dick slowly softening in my ass.

I had been fucked by Riven McKenna.

And I couldn’t wait to do it again.