Page 17 of Bruise Me Tenderly

“Judson…” Whatever he was going to say dies as I lean close and press my lips to his. Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this. Shouldn’t be seeking warmth from River. But when his mouth opens, and his tongue slides against mine, I let all other thoughts fly out of my head.

I cup the back of his neck and guide him to lie back on the couch with my body over his. I can feel the heat coming off his skin, and I can’t help myself. I pull my hand from his neck and ghost my fingers along his cock through his scrub bottoms.

His teeth sink into his lower lip, and his hips buck upward.

My heartbeat picks up as my nerves settle. This is what I need. Being with River was the only good thing that came out of our time with Ian. And the last time we were together showed me that I still know his body, still know how he likes to be touched. I can give him everything he wants.

“Wait,” River mumbles against my lips, and I pull away so I can look down at him. His eyes are blown wide with lust, and his cheeks are splotched with red.

“Don’t you need to talk some more?”

The thought of talking anymore about Ian turns my stomach. “No. I just want to be with you.”

I’m not sure he quite believes me, but I hook my fingers into the front of his scrubs and pull down enough to expose his cock, and River’s eyes flutter closed.

I move a little further down until I’m seated between his legs, my hands on his thighs. “I want to taste you, River.”

His eyes fly open, and he meets my gaze. I didn’t get the opportunity to do this in Ian’s house. River just always wanted me inside him, and I never pushed for more. I wasn’t sure if he wanted anything else. But we’re free now, and I’m dying to have him inside my mouth.

River licks his lips, and I watch the embarrassment flicker in his eyes for just a moment before he nods quickly.

I slide my hands underneath him so I can grab his ass tightly. Then I lift his hips and lick the tip of his cock.

River groans, and lets his head fall back against the sofa cushion.

His thighs are tense at first, but the more I run my tongue along the side of his cock, the more his body relaxes.

I lick his balls before gently tugging one into my mouth with my teeth.

He hisses, and his hands curl into fists at his sides. “Fuck, Judson. Fuck, that feels good.”

“You haven’t felt anything yet,” I murmur before taking him in my mouth all the way down to the base.

River cries out, and his hips buck up before he quickly lowers them with a mumbled apology.

I release him and glance up. “River, look at me.”

His eyes open. “I’m sorry. It felt really good.”

“Don’t apologize. I want you to do that. I want you to grab my head and fuck my mouth as hard as you want to.”

His cheeks redden further, and his mouth opens in a little O. “A-Are you sure?”

My only response is to pull his scrubs further down his thighs and duck my head again. His cock is dripping with precum when I take him back into my mouth.

Tentatively, River’s hands slide along my head. His fingers twist into my hair. He stays like that for a minute, and I don’t push him. I just keep licking and sucking, bringing him back to that place he was in before I stopped.

The longer I go on, the tighter his hands get on my head. Then his hips lift experimentally, sliding his cock deeper into my mouth.

I hum my approval, and he does it again and again, his moves growing more certain the longer it goes on. His fingers dig into my scalp, and he snaps his hips, seeking more.

I slide a finger into my mouth along with his cock and wet it down before nestling it between his cheeks. When he lowers his ass to the couch again, I press my finger into his entrance.

“Ah!” River’s hips snap faster, and I keep my finger in him, crooking it every time he slams back down. I relax my throat, letting him in as deep as he can go, and I feel it the moment he lets himself go.

Warm liquid pours down the back of my throat, and I swallow everything he has to offer. His thrusts are erratic as he grunts, chasing his orgasm. I keep my finger in him, my dick hardening at the way his walls clench over and over around the digit. His thighs shake on either side of my head, but I don’t let go of him until his cock is fully soft in my mouth. When I finally release him, River stares up at the ceiling panting.

I put his clothes back in place, and he reaches out quickly, grabbing my wrist.