Well, I don't know what it says about me that I wrote this in a night but can't seem to write actual sotry for months, but that's an issue for later.
Not to be soppy but I really just want to say such a huge thank you for the amazing support that I've received while writing this fic. I honestly thought that it was a dumb idea that was going to go unnoticed. That idea didn't bother me as I adore writing and do write mostly just for myself, but I'd be lying if I said that seeing reviews, favorites and whatnot this morning hasn't set me entire day up as a win. So, truly, thank you so much. Hopefully this chapter is okay and doesn't disappoint. Enjoy!
"Yeah, dude, Mason's gonna take you home. Just wait here for him while he takes a leak." Greyson grumbled, arms around Teddy, practically holding the drunk fool up as he helped his brother up the few steps and into their parents' home.
Inside, River was laughing.
Giggling to himself, Teddy hugged his brother tightly. "But... but, Grey," He started, drunk breath landing heavily on his younger brother's face, uncomfortably hot and heavy. "Grey... son... Greyson, son of Grey, why can't you drive me home?" He whined, quite literally pouting.
Huffing, Greyson managed to wrangle his brother through the door and into the house, all but dragging him to a couch, desperately trying to unceremoniously dump him on it. "Because I'm busy. Oh, and I'm not your driver, nor your security." He didn't look at River as she entered the living room behind him. He couldn't, not when his mind wanted little more than to look at what she was wearing and to think about taking it off.
How the fuck he'd made it almost five hours in a room full of stuffy, pompous, rich folks after her text, he had no freaking clue.
Amelia had long since been sent to bed. His parents had gone straight up to get to sleep upon their car getting them home first, leaving Greyson to battle with their drunk son. Both Phoebe and Jen had taken a cab home from the gala instead and would return for their car in the morning. So, all that stood between Greyson and River's naked, waiting body was... this. Teddy. Drunk, clingy, chatty Teddy.
In spite of Greyson practically peeling himself away from the other Grey like he was picking off tentacles, Teddy always seemed to find a way to grab yet more of him, pulling him down into a constricting hug.
From the doorway, River laughed and took photos or possibly videos. She, it seemed, was too amused to be in any kind of rush.
"No help?" Greyson groaned, fighting his brother's loving arms.
Real joy on her face, River laughed loudly and shook her head. "What, you got some place to be, Grey?" She asked suggestively.
Immediately, he blushed. "Actually, asshole, I do!" He barked out, unable to hide the grin on his face at the mention of their shared secret. "What, you don't?" Even with Teddy grabbing at him, River had his attention.
She absently tongued one of her canines for a second, looking Greyson up and down before shrugging. Oh god, it wouldn't do well if he got a freaking boner during this. "Me? Hm, nothing I can think of." Her voice, so clearly teasing, put a frog in his throat. Fuck, he needed her.
Non the wiser, Teddy fought each second until Greyson finally managed to slip from his grasp.
Mason, the poor bastard tasked with getting him home, appeared a moment later. He was barely ten years Greyson's senior, but the guy just looked like he'd been around for centuries. There was something about his eyes, youthful yet so freaking wistful. Ironically, he wasn't actually all that smart, but he was a damn good security guard and always had a smile and a good attitude for them all.
Standing beside River as Greyson managed to step away, he was smiling. "Are you ready to go home, Mr. Grey?" He asked Teddy warmly, standing politely with his hands held behind his back as he waited.
From his spot on the couch, Teddy perked up a little "Home?" He asked, sounding like a small boy.
River, cell still directed at the eldest Grey brother, laughed, muffled by her hand over her mouth.
Mason nodded. "Home. That's right, sir."
At that, Teddy beamed. Then, however, his limbs shot out. "Carry me to the car?" He asked in the same tone. Greyson's stomach dropped. Luckily, Mason laughed almost as loudly as River.
To Greyson's mortification though, he then stepped toward the younger man.
Quickly, so as to get this whole thing over with, he placed a hand on Mason's arm, stopping him. While he didn't doubt that Mason wasn't about to try to actually carry Teddy, the drunk request from a rich man was absurd. So, instead, Greyson picked his brother up.
Teddy's face lit up like a kid. "Greygrey, you're carrying me!" It was, of course, true. Greyson, against his better judgement, was carrying his brother. Bridal style, for what it mattered.
The shining light in it all, though? River. There she was, cackling, snorting her laughter. Fuck, she really was sort of beautiful. Still not his type, but he was allowed to think she was kind of beautiful, right? He figured so.
She recorded as Greyson carried his brother to the car and piled him into it, even buckling his belt for him. They both wished Mason the best of luck, chuckling when he said that he'd dump a bottle of water over Teddy at the other end if he had to in order to sober him enough to get him out of the car.
Then, finally, they were alone. Or, well, as alone as possible just outside his parents' house.
River came up behind him, arms around his waist, shocking him for a second. Her hands moved his jacket aside, feeling her way around his abs, down to his hips, finally to his thighs until she reached... his pockets?
"Work with me, Grey. Where are you keys?" She asked lightly into his back.
Chuckling, he managed to turn in her arms until he was looking down at her. "Oh, you think you're driving my car? That's cute." God, the way that she was looking up at him was fucking with him. For a split second, he almost thought that his one and a half glasses of champagne had gotten him drunk. But no, it was just her. It was the effect that her smirk had on his insides.
Instead of pushing it, River simply removed herself from him and stepped back, hand outstretched expectantly. "Keys, Greyson." Though her tone was stern, her eyes were anything but. "You've been socializing with rich jerks for hours, I've just been watching movies with your sister. Let me drive you home and I'll get a cab back for my bike tomorrow."
He considered denying her for a second, but all it took was looking at her for a second longer before he folded. He was kind of tired now he thought about it. The thought of her had been keeping him going, but now that he wasn't powering through, he was beginning to crash. That being said, he sure as hell didn't plan on stopping, not now that she was so close, but he figured that he could afford himself a relax as she drove him home.
So, obedient, he handed her his keys and slid himself into the passenger side of his car.
Not that he should have been thinking about Heather as River slid into the driver side seat and literally moaned that his car was "sexy as hell", but he thought back and realised that she hadn't ever driven him anywhere. Even when he'd asked for a day off so that he could get a drink if they were out with friends, the options were always either for him to drive or to get a cab. Oh, and Heather in cabs? Yeah... absolutely not.
In the dead of the night, River drove them both back to his place. Though she drove safely, she sure as hell drove scarily as far as Greyson was concerned. That being said, he'd have let her drive fucking blindfolded if she'd wanted to. She could have put pins on his seat and he'd have sat there grinning.
With the electric car somehow revving like a damn muscle car, River got them back in record time.
Conversation had flowed well enough as she'd driven, but there was a clear undertone. There was a heavy weight of wanting sitting on them both. Nothing that either of them said really mattered, not when they both knew what was coming. Pun intended.
Only when they were a couple of turns from being back did River pose a question. "Do you need me to hop out and walk the rest?" She asked, perplexing him.
"Walk? Why?" He asked simply.
Smiling softly, she shrugged, both hands firm on the wheel. "Well, I know you get photographers outside sometimes. I didn't want to make things weird for you."
Snorting, Greyson shook his head. "I don't give a fuck." He told her honestly. "Even if there's anyone there, they don't get to decide whether or not my friend should be in my apartment."
She chuckled. "Right, I just didn't want for them to, like, take pictures and make things weird for you. It seemed like Teddy was getting to you earlier, before the gala." Ah, there it was. She'd noticed. Of course she had, she cared enough about him to have been watching him.
Finding himself caught under the microscope, Greyson wanted to squirm. Instead, he took a second to think before he spoke. "I guess I just didn't realize how much they all disliked Heather, you know? Part of me always thought that I was dating her for them. She was wealthy and beautiful and, I don't know, I guess I felt like that was expected of me, but the more I look back, the more I realize that she was a freaking terrible girlfriend. Like, you've done more for me since we started talking again than she did in five years, not even including the sex." As he spoke, the realisation kind of hurt. He really had wasted those years with her.
"So when they were joking about me, someone who's poor, someone's who's not the model type-"
"Wait, that's not what I meant. River, you're beautiful-"
"Grey, relax!" She laughed easily. As quickly as he worried that he'd hurt her, he realised that he hadn't, not at all. "I'm fucking hot, I know that. I'm just saying, Heather and I are... I don't know, different types of attractive. She's a literal model and her brand is her face. I can imagine it's probably nice to be away from someone who's always putting on some kind of a front." Fuck, so she really did get him.
Caught up in simply watching her for a moment as she turned into his gated parking lot, he felt truly happy and safe. As the gates creaked open, triggered by his license plate, he nodded as he realised that he hadn't responded to her. "Yeah, I didn't realize how tired of it all I was."
Once she'd parked up, they headed toward his building together. As much as he wanted to reach out and take her hand, he held himself back. Holding hands on the street, while not as intense or intimate as having sex with someone, seemed a little more couple-y than they were. They were, after all, just platonic. So, side by side, they walked.
The tiredness began to hit as they were inside the building, faced with the option of either the stairs or the elevator. Ordinarily, mostly in order to appease his fitness coach, he'd have caved and used the stairs, but the prospect wasn't feeling all that appealing right now.
"Come on." River said, pressing the button to call the elevator down. "You know, there's a thing about elevators, right?" She then said far quieter, looking up at him with eyes that begged.
Stirrings began in his loins at just the look from her. The dinging of the elevator, ready and waiting for them, doors open, stopped him from questioning what she meant.
Intrigued, he followed her inside and waited for the doors to close.
As the metal box closed around them, carrying them the thirteen floors to his apartment, the air was tense. "What, uh, what's about elevators?" He asked her, clearing his throat lightly.
With a smirk from the other side, River took the short steps over to him, closing the distance quickly. "You don't know?" She asked lowly, looking up at him through her lashes.
Immediately, his mouth was dry. As he made to speak, a strangled sound came out, one that he quickly cleared in his throat with a light blush rising on his neck. "I mean... they're... great?" As his heart began to thrum hard in his chest, he could feel the blood rushing elsewhere. All River had to do was look at him and he became this freaking mess.
Chuckling, she closed the final step between them, reaching up to tug so very lightly at his bow tie with a smile. "The privacy and the proximity makes people want to fuck, Grey." She told him, her voice so very light and soft.
Fuck. "You know, I think I'm starting to see that." He could hear the desperate rasp in his own voice, but he could do nothing to chase it away. All that he could focus on was River's hand on his chest as she splayed it out.
They were kissing before he could even think. Even rising up to his tiptoes, she couldn't quite reach him, but he'd leaned down as quickly as she'd leaned up, so they'd collided roughly in the middle. There was no chance of running into anyone else in there, not at this time of night, though he honestly hadn't thought about that one bit.
With little time, his tongue was meeting hers, mingling and warring together. They moaning and whined into one another's mouths, hands grabbing at anything they could. She tasted like breath mints and he wanted more.
River's hand on his chest grabbed and groped roughly while her other one went to his side, drawing him as closely as she could. Meanwhile, his hands simply made to grab. He didn't truly care at what, he just needed her closer. The distance between them was a crime, so with his hands on her waist, he pulled her as close as possible. Somewhere along the way, they ended up crashing somewhat sideways into the buttons of the elevator, pressing far more than just Greyson's floor, though neither of them cared.
All they could seem to do was make out. The rhythm of it all, the back and forth, the ebb and flow, it was intoxicating.
By the time the doors pinged open and announced Greyson's floor, they were both worked up into some sort of frenzy.
Parting was difficult, something that seemed to amuse them both. Still as they stumbled to Greyson's apartment, it was clear that their seconds apart would be just that: mere seconds.
They practically fell through the door, kicking it shut behind them.
As soon as it was shut, River yanked her own sweatshirt impatiently off and threw it to the ground. She was on Greyson before he could follow suit, insistent hands shoving the nice jacket from his broad frame. He shimmied to help her, letting it fall to the floor without so much as a thought.
Together, their hands managed to work his bow tie off. Next was his shirt, though he figured his pants were the real issue.
In some insane burst of confidence, he took charge. He grabbed River and hoisted her up, storming to the living room. Just as she made to wrap her legs around his waist, he threw her. With a light squeak from her mouth, she landed in the mountain of couch cushions, laughing. He followed her eagerly, practically falling over her, catching himself on his hands either side of her head.
Just as quickly, her hands were on him once more. She was rubbing his chest and his shoulders as he leaned down to capture her once more in a kiss. The feeling of her hands against his skin, finally touching him again, was sublime. He knew that she could feel how hard he was getting, especially as he properly settled between her open, welcoming thighs. Still, he couldn't bring himself to care, least of all when she whimpered into his mouth.
Last time he'd found himself over her like this, on this very couch, he'd vowed to keep on hearing more of those noises that she made. He thanked the gods that, today, he was making good on that promise to himself.
Her hands were, before long, in his hair. She held him tightly as they made out, moaning and writhing beneath him. With the lengths of their bodies rubbing so incredibly, one of Greyson's hands dropped between them.
As much as he wanted to shuck his own pants and feel her hands on him, he instead turned his attention elsewhere. This was her turn, after all.
Slightly nervous and fumbling, he let his travelling hand descend. River's moans were eager as he made contact, first with her bare stomach, then with the band of her leggings.
Slowly, testing the waters, he dipped his hand inside the waistband, sinking lower.
Breaking their kiss for long enough to breathe out a desperate, breathy moan, River looked up at him with eyes that begged for more. More contact. More anything at all.
Panting down at her, he tried not to still as his hand reached her panties, but the smile on her face said that it was endearing if nothing else. She tilted her hips a little, making the angle somewhat easier on his wrist. The second that his fingers met the short, soft hair atop her pubic bone, a firm jolt of excitement came from the ever hardening tent in his pants. With River humming softly beneath him, he knew that things weren't going to last long, at least not for him. That was honestly okay though, he didn't so much care about his own pleasure, not in that moment. Fuck, all that mattered was her.
"Is this okay?" He asked her, raspy, remembering that enthusiastic consent was the only real consent.
Immediately, she was nodding. "Yes, definitely." Her breath was hot as she panted against him. As his hand sank deeper still, finally making sweet contact with her wetness, she groaned unashamedly into his ear, dragging him firmly down for another kiss as she rocked her hips against his hand.
Her hands dropped lower, tracing down his bare chest and abs, reaching his pants. Perhaps looking to do to him what he was doing to her, she made to unbutton his slacks, but he was too fast.
Rocking back onto his haunches, breathing their kiss, he took her exploring hand in his own and fell back above her, holding it firmly above her head. "Is this okay?" He immediately asked.
Gasping lightly, looking up at him as her hips continued to absently rock in search of pleasure, she nodded. "More than." She answered honestly, bringing her other hand up and surrendering it beneath his grip, wrists crossed.
Seeing her like that, stretching beneath him, laid vulnerable to his wants, it truly was something. If nothing else, a privilege. One that he didn't plan on wasting. "You'll let me know if I'm leaning too heavy on you?" He asked, figuring that he didn't want to accidentally hurt her.
Smirking, she nodded eagerly. Lightly, she pulled her hands in his grasp, testing him. He didn't let up, watching her face for signs that he was doing the right thing. Her moans, it seemed, were all he needed to hear.
His lips beelined for her neck, her jaw, just anything at all that didn't muffle those noises. In turn, she mewled right into his ear, lightly biting the shell when she found him close enough.
As a single one of his fingers made a home inside her, she drove him completely and utterly insane.
Her legs worked tirelessly as his digit worked in and out of her. She wrapped herself around him as well as she could, rocking and writhing beneath his working hand.
He knew that he hadn't quite found the rhythm yet, but her enthusiasm was music to his ears.
"Add another finger." She whined against the side of his head before long.
Eager to please, he remembered how he'd had his hand last time and mimicked that. His two fingers slid into her easily, seemingly forcing all the air from her lungs for a single moment as she began to harshly draw it back in.
With her hands still held firmly by him, there was little that she could do, save for arching up into him. "I want you, Greyson." She muttered. Her voice was little more than a moan but he heard her. Another heavy twitch from his pants answered her, bringing a light smirk to her soft lips.
"God, I need you." He whimpered into the crook of her neck, though his hand didn't let up.
As her noises began to grow, so did his plans. He knew exactly what he wanted.
Stopping all too quickly, receiving a brief protest as River's eyes shot open, he couldn't help but grin down at her. "Fuck, are you okay?" She asked, blinking away her pleasure quickly in order to check in with him.
"I want to taste you." His words, however, had passion clouding her eyes once more.
Looking up longingly, she licked her lips absently. "You do?" She asked, looking for honest confirmation in his eyes.
Eager, he nodded down at her. "Only if you're okay with that, though." He, after all, didn't want to pressure her for even a moment. "I mean, I know I haven't done it before, but I want to try."
There was barely a second of silence between them before River was nodding. "Only if you want to, Grey. You don't have to." He could tell that she wanted little more than to push him down there herself, so her words somehow meant even more to him.
With a single chuckle, he laid of hot kiss on her jawline. "Believe me, I definitely want to." He grumbled against her, feeling their chests rising and falling quickly together.
Nodding once more, River pulled her hands free, getting no fight from him. "Just go at your own pace." She told him softly, making him certain yet again of just how incredible she was.
As he laid another couple of kisses down her throat, eliciting light gasps, she used her newly free hands to begin pulling her pants down. He was quick to help in her efforts, both of them laughing as they realised that they were both still wearing shoes.
While Greyson pulled off her sneakers, tugging her pants and panties off of her feet, she put the time to use and had her bra off and onto the floor in seconds.
Entirely naked, she finally managed to unbutton Greyson's pants, tugging the zipper down and so very nearly freeing him before he was practically on top of her again.
As much as he wanted her to touch him, he knew that he'd make a mess of himself if he let her. So, instead, he gently pushed her to lie back, parting her thighs wide enough for him to settle between them. Fuck, she looked like she wanted to devour him whole.
His eyes were excited by all the newly available skin, flitting over her toned body. They landed just about everywhere, leaving him to unconsciously palm himself for a single second before he caught himself and instead put his hands on her.
One hand gripping each thigh, he lowered himself to plant a trail of kisses on her stomach, reveling in the way it contracted and rolled excitedly against him with each touch.
He hadn't ever figured himself as someone who was attracted to women who was as toned and strong as River was, but he now thought himself a fool. How the hell could he have not thought he was attracted to her kind of body? She wasn't any kind of bodybuilder with a crazy physique or anything like that, but he honestly thought in that moment that he would have found that just as hot. Maybe, as he pondered it, he didn't really give a damn about any kind of body preferences. He wouldn't have cared if she'd been larger and softer either, if she'd been another forty pounds or a hundred or more, it truly didn't matter to him.
Gasps fell from her mouth as he descended, growing closer and closer to where she wanted him with each passing second.
If he was being honest with himself, he was a little nervous. Nowhere near nervous enough to stop, but there was a jittery ball in his gut. What would she taste like? Would it be pleasant? Even if it wasn't, he didn't plan on stopping or making a fuss, but he certainly had his hopes firmly in the other direction.
Finally, after what felt like hours of anticipation, he was there. Settled firmly between her open thighs, he was mere inches from her exposed sex. She was propped up slightly on her elbows, watch him with lust filled eyes.
He took a single second to calm his nerves, pressing a firm kiss to the inside of her thigh. At her scent entering his nose though, he felt like a man possessed. If she tasted even half as good as she smelled, he would gladly spend days worshipping her.
There was no more time to waste, so he didn't. Instead, face to face with the very part of her that seemed so very magical and enticing, he let his tongue dart out to taste her.
He licked first at the uppermost part of her thigh, but that was enough. Enough to get the taste of her firmly on his tongue. It was peculiar for sure, not something that he had ever tasted before, nor something that he could have imagined. More than that though, she tasted incredible.
A single gasp from was all it took for him to set himself to work. He wanted to taste every inch of her. He wanted to draw noise after delicious noise from her. He wanted, as he thought about it, to give her even a fraction of the pleasure that she'd given him that last time. So, eagerly, he lapped at her. He wasn't all too sure what to do as far as any king of technique was concerned, but with her thighs either side of his head, wrapped tightly in his arms, he figured he had time enough to figure it out.
River moaned easily as his tongue became more and more sure on the most intimate, vulnerable part of her. Each noise from her only made him desperate for the next. He needed to hear just how loudly he could make her curse above him.
With gentle, guiding hands, she tangled her fingers in his hair. Falling back against the couch, panting, she used the softest of touches to guide him. Eager, he followed.
One of her legs, bent stiffly at the knee, ended up partially beneath him. He had his left arm entirely under her right thigh, clasping her tight and holding her close. Meanwhile, his right arm was up atop her left quad, giving him all the space he needed to reach up and touch more of her. In spite of multitasking not being a distinct skill of his, he made sure to try to remember to touch her chest, feeling the pebbled skin beneath his grabbing hands.
Long, broad licks from his tongue over her, it seemed, was just what she needed.
Softly, guiding him by his hair, she managed to place his mouth right where she wanted him. A small bundle of nerves, desperate for attention, was his new object to torment. "Fuck, right there." She moaned heavily, fingers digging into his scalp for just a second before she remembered herself and instead fisted his hair.
Her hips rose and fell with his mouth to meet each pass of his tongue. Meanwhile, her leg beneath his right arm somehow ended up in a rather precarious place. Thanks to the bend in her knee that didn't seem at all to be bothering her, River's foot had managed to work itself right into the crease of Greyson's thigh. His own desperate, twitching muscle finally had something to press against that wasn't the surface of the couch.
The friction that her calf provided against him was nothing short of divine. At him grinding shamelessly against her, she whimpered and mewled. With her hips bucking against his face, he was in Heaven.
He was silently concerned with just how good it felt to rub himself against her leg, especially as the friction managed to work both his pants and his boxers halfway down his thighs, but it felt too good to stop, especially while River was seeming to love it as much as he was.
Though he knew that he was at risk of reaching his goal a little too early, he couldn't find it in himself to care.
All he could find it in himself to give a damn about was River. The way she tasted on his tongue. The way she made the kinds of noises that even his dreams hadn't known before now. The way that, with her hands in his hair, she rocked herself so carefully against his face even as she searched for her high.
He wasn't all too sure what he'd done, what had changed, but a sudden shift in her body language was clear. Somehow, he knew she was close. The foot on his back began to dig into the muscle. Her wetness was pressed more firmly into his waiting mouth, finally fucking his as opposed to being so soft and careful. Her hands, still in his hair, were desperate fists.
While he was unsure, he didn't stop to ask for directions. He simply carried on what he was doing. He kept his pace, stayed on track, did as she'd guided.
"Oh, shit, Grey... just- fuck, just like that!" Her voice, as she writhed against him, was music to his ears.
As close as she was getting, he was barely a second behind her.
When her body finally began to spasm and convulse, a huge gasp ripping through her, Greyson finally realised just how fucking close he was.
Rutting against her like some kind of animal, moaning and cursing into her, it happened.
Her orgasm crashed into her hard and clear. In the same breath, just as he considered pulling his hips away in some hopes of saving himself for actually fucking her, he found himself following her off the edge of the very same cliff.
As he made a mess of both her calf and his stomach, she whimpered beneath his lips and tongue. Moving on some kind of autopilot as he spilled himself, he simply moaned his pleasure and took as much of her into his mouth as possible. He licked and suckled, lapping and tasting every drop that she gave him. All the while, as she rode out the waves of her orgasm, she muttered his name along with praise, seemingly shocked by what he'd been able to do.
When she finally pried him off her with a chuckle, he realised that he didn't ever want to stop. He didn't want to stop bringing that look to her face.
She looked sleepy yet alert, beautiful and tousled, hungry yet sated. Her eyes were dark, still full of desire. Her hair had worked itself out of whatever style she'd loosely worked it into, leaving it splayed in every direction, some sticking to her slightly sweaty chest. With each breath, her chest rose and fell harshly. Every noise from her mouth was some sort of prayer to him, even her simple breaths.
She hadn't ever looked so stunning before, he knew that. God, how he wanted to see her like this all the fucking time.
He made to ask her if he'd done okay, but persistent hands pulled him directly up her body. He went quickly, settling against her as she drew him in for a bruising kiss, not thinking about the mess on his own stomach until he felt it press damply against her own.
Feeling a single shot of embarrassment, he broke apart and glanced down. "Fuck, I'm sorry." He grumbled sheepishly.
Quickly, she drew him back to her, lips on his. She groaned happily at the taste of herself on his tongue, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. "When she finally came back up for air, she laughed. "God, what are you sorry for? That was-"
"Amazing? Magical? Mind-blowing?" He supplied cheekily, smirking proudly.
Socking him lightly in the chest, she grinned. "Yes, actually, asshole." She assured him, making his chest puff momentarily with pride. "That was the best orgasm I've had in months, seriously." She then told him.
Slumping somewhat heavily, he hid his grin in her neck, planting a kiss there only to grin even deeper when she moaned lightly and flexed her hips absentmindedly into him. Had he not just met his release, he'd have been excited to find his dick so close to her wet center. "I meant for getting cum on you." He clarified, feeling like some kind of hero for her praise.
With a single snorting laugh, River stroked his hair with a groan. "You think I care about that?" She asked him, scratching his scalp with her nails, rubbing away any stresses that he may have had.
Then, shocking him, she reached a single hand down between them only to them bring it back up to her lips.
He watched with pure shock as she so delicately licked the tip of her finger and hummed. "You taste good." She told him with a positively evil wink.
Unable to stop himself, he choked on a groan. "Jesus, River." He chuckled, feeling his tired, flaccid self twitch just once against her at the sight, eliciting a hearty chuckle. "For what it's worth, so do you."
"Oh, yeah?" He could hear the teasing in her voice but it didn't matter.
He simply groaned. "So fucking good." God, he already wanted to taste her again. He never wanted to be without the taste of her on his tongue. "I can keep going, if you want?" He then offered, knowing that his face conveyed just how happy he'd be to do that for her.
Silent, thinking, she drew her bottom lip between her teeth and bit it lightly. Those same shocks of electricity throughout his body were back, persistent as ever. "Later, if you're still in the mood." She decided, glancing pointedly down between them. "Let's get you in the shower. This doesn't bother me, but you fucking reek of rich, old people." She shoved him playfully, earning a laugh from him.
"Oh, so cum doesn't bother you, but the rich?" He teased, rocking back onto his heels and offering her a hand.
"Fuck the rich." She confirmed, accepting his hand and pulling herself up with him. "Literally." She then winked.
They laughed together, kicking the rest of Greyson's clothes off and heading to the bathroom together.
In the shower, under the stream of hot water that fell heavenly on them both, Greyson just couldn't keep his hands to himself.
River, naturally, didn't seem to mind. She had no qualms at all about him coming up behind her, arms wrapping her up, lathering every inch of exposed skin with his soap.
There was something oddly intimate, Greyson felt, about River smelling like his soap. He liked it, that was for sure.
In spite of River's worries about Greyson's hot water bill, something that they both laughed at as soon as she realised that he wasn't worried about that, they stayed in the shower for far longer than they needed to. Though nothing explicitly sexual happened, they seemed to remain touching the entire time. They washed one another's hair and bodies, rinsing thoroughly.
A favourite moment of Greyson's, before they got out, was as the final suds had washed out of River's hair. He'd found himself behind her, closing the smallest of distances that they had allowed. He plastered his front to her back, ignoring the way that his recovering dick seemed excited at the prospect of finding itself resting at the top of her perfect ass. Laying a heavy kiss on the side of her head, he felt a swell of something warm and deep within him as River simply leaned back against him, eyes closed contently.
"You're incredible." He said into her hair.
Eyes opening, she looked into his eyes. "I know." She joked, but he hoped she knew he meant it. "Come on. Let's hop out before we turn into prunes." She turned in his arms and pressed her lips briefly to his chest before taking his hand and leading him behind her out of the grand shower that would have easily held another five or more people.
The water shut off automatically as they took towels from a heated rail.
Together, they dried themselves before heading out of the bathroom and simply heading straight into Greyson's bedroom.
While to idea of sex or of going down on River again had been exciting, the warm water had made Greyson realize just how tired he was.
So, nude, pressed against one another, the simply got into bed and curled up.
"You really were amazing, Grey." River told him as he was drifting off, hand stroking his hair softly. "Who knows, with any luck, you won't need my masterful guidance for too long. You'll be fucking supermodels in no time."
Huh. Why, he wondered, did that not really sound like what he wanted anymore?
Soooo, yeah... super duper platonic feelings to be having.
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