17. River

17

RIVER

Make it good for him.

Make it so damn good for Owen.

That’s all I can think as I grab a towel from the bathroom, spread it on the mattress in the guest room.

Manners matter in bed, and that also applies to being a good guest, so I don’t want to get the sheets sticky.

“On the bed, hottie,” I tell Owen, who has his glasses back on. “I’ll get the goods.”

“Yes, Mister Bossy,” he says, flopping onto the bed, hands behind his head, watching me as I hunt for my jeans, grab my wallet.

Flipping it open, I fish for a condom, and a lube packet, then fling them to the bed. Like a pro athlete, Owen lifts his arm, catches them.

“Whoa! Who knew the publicist for the baseball team could catch too?” I say, then join him on the mattress.

“Yes, such critical skills,” he says drily, then sits, and removes his glasses. He sets them on the nightstand with the condom and lube, then reaches for me once more, and brings me close. His tone is no longer playful. It’s vulnerable. “Kiss me again.”

“I knew you’d like kissing. Called it, didn’t I?” I ask, kissing him as I straddle his waist. We’re both still clothed—and I can’t wait to change that. But I also want to take my sweet time in bed with Owen.

“How could you tell?” he asks as he brushes his lips over mine.

I kiss Owen back lightly, then run my nose along his neck. He smells like chlorine from the hot tub, and I don’t mind at all, since it’s mingled with all his Owen-ness. “You give off these very sensual, soulful vibes,” I say. I kiss his neck, working my way up to his ear.

“I do?” he asks, a little breathless as his hands curl around my hips, anchoring me in place.

“Mmm. You sure do,” I whisper, and I bite his earlobe, then travel back to his jaw, his chin, his lips. “It’s like a cologne. Eau de Slow and Sensual Fucking.”

He laughs, then moans, arching his hips, seeking contact. “I want it like that tonight.”

I press down, grinding against his erection. “Yes,” I murmur. “That’s what I mean. You’re soooo... open .”

Owen gives a soft smile.

“Tell me what else you’re into,” I say, my gaze pinned on the man under me.

He takes a beat before he speaks, his eyes flashing with vulnerability. “You.”

And that answer rocks my world. Grabs my heart. “Same,” I murmur, then brush a kiss to his lips because... how could I not kiss him after that?

When I break the kiss, I reach for his wrists, circle my hands around them, then pin them over his head, pushing them into the pillows. Stretching his neck, Owen moans roughly.

“You’re into that, aren’t you? Me pinning you in place?” I ask.

“Sometimes,” he says, with a shuddery breath. I push his wrists harder into the pillows.

His reactions make my body twitch with pleasure. I want to draw out more joy from him, more bliss, and I’m pretty sure I know how—Owen likes it when I tell him what I want to do to him. Oh yes. I’ve got my friend’s number in bed, and I am going to dial it hard. “Think you’d want me to tie you up sometime?”

Owen’s full, sensual lips part on a filthy yes. His eyes lock with mine. I let go of his wrists and skim my fingers down his arms. Goose bumps seem to roll over him. He writhes under me, gasping, panting.

“I would love to spend all night turning you on,” I say in a filthy bedroom promise as I grab Owen’s hips, flip him to his stomach, then cover his body with mine. He lifts his ass, letting me know he wants this, and I let him know what I want too.

To have him.

I sit up with him still trapped under me. Owen turns his face to me, watching as I roam my hands down his back, groaning my appreciation. “ This back,” I growl. “This is what I was thinking about in the store.”

“What exactly did you want to do to my back?” he asks with a dirty grin. “Come all over it?”

“Yes, that. You dirty man. Of course I want that.” I drag a hand down the length of his spine, admiring the sinews, the muscles, as a wave of lust slams into me. “But I also want my hands all over your back. Want to hold you down as I fuck you.”

“Want that too. To be under you. Feel you fucking me,” he murmurs, moving beneath me, our rhythm in synch.

I curl a hand over his shoulder, grip him possessively, and grind my hard-on against the most fuckable ass. “Trap you under me. Hold you in place. Make you come so hard.” I lower my chest to him again, then bury my face in the crook of his neck. “Do you want that?”

“Want it now,” he says in a low rumble.

I grab him, flip his big frame back over, then set to work on getting him naked.

Doesn’t take long at all, and in seconds, we’re both in nothing.

Owen’s thick cock stands at attention, a glistening drop of liquid at the head like a carnal invitation. Wrapping a hand around his cock, he offers it to me. My mouth waters, and I am consumed with need.

Pleasure hammers through my body, so powerful it’s also painful. But it’s a good pain. It’s exquisite torture as I swipe my thumb along the head of his shaft, then I give him a show, sucking off his taste with long, deliberate licks as he watches me.

Owen looks drunk on sex, intoxicated on us.

I know the look, because I feel it. I feel the same damn way.

“Yes... gimme you,” he says, a little demanding, and I like that he can be bossy now and then. “I want a taste.”

Owen’s tongue flicks across his lips as he stares shamelessly at me while I reach for my dick, stroke my aching length, and let out a harsh breath.

I slide my fist down to the head, then brush off a drop. “Just for you,” I tell him, leaning closer to his lush lips, offering my thumb.

With a low, dirty moan, he sucks my arousal from me, and the sight is so fucking alluring that my cock twitches hard against his stomach.

“So sexy,” I tell him as I slide down his body, skimming my hands over the planes and ridges, the muscles and skin, savoring every inch of him—including all those beautiful inches between his legs.

I stroke his cock, drawing out several long, guttural moans from Owen. “Do you like to switch it up?” I ask, but don’t give him a chance to reply. “I do. I’m seriously greedy in bed, and I want it all. You need to know that about me.”

He nods several times. “I do. I want it all too.”

I give a long, lingering pump of his cock. “Do you want to fuck me sometime, Owen?”

“Yesssss. So much,” he says, lips parted, head thrown back. Then he pushes up on his elbows. “But right now, I want you inside me. Just get me ready.”

Curling a hand around the back of his head, I haul him close for a hot, wet kiss, then reach for the lube packet from the nightstand.

Owen lies back down. Kneeling between his legs, I spread his thighs apart and rip open the packet. Then, I get to work on all the good stuff.

Lubing up two fingers, I press them against his ass. Owen pushes down on me, hunting me, seeking me out.

Such a hungry lover. Such a greedy man.

“I want to please you. Drive you crazy. Tell me what feels good to you,” I say as I tease the rim.

“You touching me. I swear, River. It’s fucking spectacular. I want you so much. Want you everywhere,” he says, sounding lost in a cloud of lust, and hell, I’m joining him there.

And on that note of desire, I slide one finger into him.

His breath hitches, and his hands fly to his hair. “Oh fuck, yes.”

Owen’s reaction sends adrenaline whipping through me. His eyes float closed, and he just basks in the moment as I push a little deeper, open him a little more.

“You’re so responsive,” I say, praising him.

“You’re so good at touching me,” he murmurs.

I add another finger, savoring every second of this . His ass seeks me out, bumping down on my fingers, then I crook them both and he shouts yes .

Owen pushes up, eyes glossy with wild lust. “You want me to tell you what I want?”

“Yes.”

He growls, giving me an order. “You. Now. In me.”

Well, that’s clear.

And insanely hot.

I ease out my fingers, grab the condom, and open it then roll the protection down my shaft.

Owen’s tongue slides along his teeth. “I’m so turned on, River. You get me so fucking turned on,” he groans, gripping his cock, stroking it as I suit up.

My dick is practically demanding to get inside him right now, but I take another few seconds to coat the condom in lube, then I kneel between his legs before I stop.

I lock eyes with Owen. “I told you I was going to put you on all fours,” I say, but I shake my head. “Except, will you forgive me if I fuck you like this instead?”

The color of his smile is a hazy shade of desire. “You’re forgiven. Just get in me.”

“Good. I need to look at you the first time we fuck,” I say, sweeping my gaze past his eyes to his mouth, to his neck, indulging in the gorgeous man beneath me. “I need to look at your face when you come. Want you to see mine too, when you send me over the edge,” I say, grabbing the back of his thigh, lifting his leg up in the air.

He grabs his other thigh, opens himself, and I sigh in appreciation as I rub the head of my cock against him. Slowly, I work the crown into him.

Owen draws a deep breath, and I can tell he’s letting it spread through his body, letting his muscles relax everywhere.

And easing the way for me to sink into my man.

We groan in tandem.

We curse together.

We gasp at the same damn time.

A dirty smile curves his lips as he breathes out hard, right as I bottom out in him. “You feel so good,” he says, pushing up on his elbows.

“You do. God, you really fucking do.” His ass grips me so tight, squeezing my dick perfectly as I fill him.

My body pulses. My skin sizzles.

I dip my face to his. He wraps a hand around the back of my head, drags me to his mouth. Owen is ravenous with his lips. He can’t seem to get enough, and I am only too happy to smother him in kisses.

I ease out a few inches, but right before I plunge back in, he hauls me in for a deeper kiss. With our lips touching, I sink into him once more.

A current crackles between us, and my body buzzes everywhere. I am on the edge of the world as I kiss him and fuck him. I am high as he kisses me back and moves under me.

And together, we find a sensual rhythm. We’re not fast. We’re not wild. We are just... connected.

Every move of mine is matched by him. Every sweep of his lips on mine earns one in return. We fuck and we kiss like we know exactly how the other person likes it.

Or, really, like we’re discovering each other’s pleasure at the same damn time. Finding it, meeting it, exceeding it.

I take him in long, slow, passionate strokes, indulging in every single thrust.

Owen trembles under me, shudders running down his body. Every euphoric stroke sends me one step closer to ecstasy, one step nearer to the edge. I want to fly off it with him.

“Want to come with you,” I tell him as I roll my hips, then thrust into him.

Owen curls his palm around his cock, jerking it.

I shake my head. “Let me, please. Let me get you there.”

“Take me there,” he murmurs, letting go. I rise up to my knees, one hand on his thigh, the other on his gorgeous dick, and like that, I fuck him deep.

Passionately.

He’s beautiful beneath me, all carved muscles and openness, all need and hunger. I can see it written in his eyes, etched on his features.

When I drive into him, hitting his prostate, he unleashes a carnal groan.

A wild, needy yes, chased by my name.

It sounds like a desperate plea. For me . I crave it like air. “Say my name again,” I demand.

“River,” Owen groans as I jerk him harder, faster. His hands fly to his hair. Like he did before. Like he must do when he’s close.

“God, I’ve wanted this so much,” Owen moans. “Wanted you so much.”

As I shuttle my fist faster, he’s groaning and babbling, words like so good , and yes , and you, just you , and it’s erotic and insanely romantic at the same time.

And it’s exhilaratingly clear as the intensity of all my emotions barrels into me at once.

I’m fucking my best friend.

I’m fucking the man I’m falling for.

And I’m pretty sure this man is falling for me too.

Those blissful thoughts kaleidoscope through my brain as my fist flies over his hot, slick length.

Owen shudders, hips jerking, as he comes hard in my palm, and all over his stomach.

Electric pulses of pleasure surge in me. I’m close, so damn close.

“Come on me,” he begs.

I’ll give him anything he wants.

I pull out, rip off the condom, and pump my cock a few times till I’m coming on him with a savage groan and a string of yes, yes, yeses , then his name.

And it feels so right to stay like this.

Just like this.

Soon, the deliciously mind-numbing pleasure of my orgasm sinks me under into a brand-new land of rapture.

Into a new kind of falling.

One I don’t think I want to fall out of.

Especially when Owen reaches for me, and draws me in for a tender kiss that doesn’t feel like sex at all.

It feels like maybe, just maybe, this is the biggest risk of all.

I kiss him more to swallow up all the words as my body covers his.

The way our limbs tangle together feels more than right. It feels as good as spending the night in a cabin in the snow, under the stars, falling into each other.