Page 107 of Rules Of Our Own
My lungs burn I’m so tense.
River drops his mouth to my ear. “That’s it. Breathe, Baby. You’re doing so well. Just a little more.”
I inhale, my muscles relaxing, and he seats himself fully into me. I’m a fucking raw nerve, lost to the feel of him. Chest gliding against chest, fingers laced with mine, and his soft pants against my ear as he works himself in and out of me. My cock’s pinned between us, but the friction isn’t enough.
“River,” I rasp.
“I’ve got you.” He lifts onto his forearms and angles his hips, making minuscule adjustments.
A groan rips from my chest when he hits the sensitive spot inside me and fucks it harder. “So good. Fuck—Riv—so fucking good—”
He chuckles, head above mine, black hair wet and hanging in his eyes. “I’ve always loved it when you run your mouth.” He punctuates the sentence with a firm thrust that has me clenching around him.
Mia shifts lower, her gaze full of heat as she takes us in. River grabs her chin and pulls her into a kiss while continuing his relentless pounding.
He pulls out of me, leaving a hollow ache in his wake, and stands at the foot of the bed before his fingers grip my calves, and he yanks me down the sheets until his dick’s pressed against my ass. He circles it a few times before going all the way back in and stopping. In this position, he feels fucking huge, like he’s taking up every millimeter of space.
“Get on top of him, Love.”
Mia grins and climbs over me, her blonde hair cascading around her. She straddles me and sits back, taking my cock all at once. My vision blurs, and I groan through my teeth as her pussy clenches around me while River fills my ass.
The sensations are overwhelming, like everything is too much and not enough. River wraps Mia’s hair around his fist and tugs her up so that her back’s against his chest. She’s fucking stunning, head thrown back against his shoulder. His fingers twist, pinch, and pull at her nipples as she fucks herself on my cock.
“Fuck, Kitten. I’m going to come.”
“I’m close. So close,” she says, and it comes out as a plea. Her nails dig into my abdomen as she takes more.
River’s thrusts grow uneven, his pants loud in the room. He slides his hand between her thighs where she’s soaking me. I can feel his fingers around my cock as he gathers her wetness before bringing it over her clit.
“Y-yes. Fuck, yes!” Mia bounces harder, less controlled, and River fucks me deep. I dig my fingers into her thighs, gripping her as she helps River build my orgasm until it’s prickling under my skin, begging me for release.
River bites Mia’s shoulder, fingers still massaging her clit, and I can feel her pulse around me with her orgasm. He bands one arm around her waist, holding her in place, and I slam into her from below.
“Come with my cock buried in you,” River demands and rocks hard, cock deeper, motions rougher as he fucks me. His movements grow jerky, hot liquid coating my ass, and my balls tighten painfully before filling Mia as I shatter between them. I take deep, raspy breaths as Mia collapses on my chest and jerk when River pulls out of me.
His gaze rakes over us, lip pinched between his teeth and a satisfied flush over his cheeks. His eyes are hooded when he meets mine. “You take us so well, Baby.”
I swallow hard as a shiver runs through me. Jesus Christ.
While River heads to the bathroom, I adjust Mia and myself so she’s on my right side, head tucked into my chest.
River comes back and runs a wet cloth between her legs, gentle with his touch, before grabbing another one and doing the same to me. It feels intimate, personal.
He wraps himself behind me—one arm under my head and the other hand drawing circles on Mia’s hip—then places a sickeningly soft kiss on the back of my neck.
I close my eyes, heart beating out of control as it all hits me at once.
I’m in love with them, and if this world does anything for me, if I’ve done anything right, if I’m judged and found to deserve them, I fucking hope they love me back, because they’re all I’ll ever need.
CHAPTER51
MIA
“Alright, how does that feel?”I ask Ethan, who’s sitting on the red chair in front of me, twisting his leg right and left, checking out his new prosthetic. This one’s a metallic gray, designed to look like carbon fiber, and it replaces his dark red Spider-Man one he’s grown out of.
He sets the new foot down, applying pressure. “Feels okay.”
“Go ahead and walk around a bit, and we can adjust it if needed.” I don’t offer to help him up. Ethan’s always pushed for his independence.