Loving A Rivers (Third book in Rivers series)

Chapter 22

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Chapter 22

Eric's POV:

We were sitting in Chase's basement and I was playing NFL on his Xbox while he looked over some homework. I haven't brought him home yet simply because I have yet to tell my father and Luke.

I was busy looking at the tv however I felt his eyes on me. After the game finished I glanced at him and laughed.

"Why are you looking at me?" I asked him.

"You're so cute." He said happily.

"What?"

"You're so cute, I could stare at you all day." He said putting his books aside. I turned off the game and put on Netflix as he continued to stare at me.

"Is something wrong? You seem...off." I said.

"I have something to ask you."

"Okay what's up?"

"How would you feel about being my...y'know." He said scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"No I can't say that I do." I chuckled breathlessly.

"For fucks sakes do you want to be my boyfriend?" He asked and my eyes widened.

"W-what?" I asked.

"You heard me, do you want to be my boyfriend?" He asked again.

"R-really?" I asked.

"Yes, I wouldn't be asking otherwise."

"Why?"

"Why? Because I really enjoy your company these past few weeks have been the best ones of my whole life." He said. I looked down in surprise, Chase Maverick wanted us to be official.

"You already met my parents and they love you, I want to make it official, Eric. I really like you and I want everyone to know you're mine."

"So what you want to put my name in your Twitter bio?" I laughed.

"Definitely." He laughed as well.

"So what do you say?" He asked and I smiled.

"Sure."

"So are we going to make-out now?" He grinned wiggling his eyebrows.

"Sex is always in your mind isn't it?" I chuckled and he shrugged placing his books on the floor.

"Most of the time." He shrugged taking off his plaid shirt.

"And why do you always take off your shirt?" I asked.

"Because you would be lying if you said you didn't like my chest or my abs." He smirked standing up. He walked to the other side of the basement and gestured for me to follow. He opened the door to reveal a relatively clean room. A mirror replaced the ceiling and I stared up at my reflection as he dropped his books on the desk.

"Is this your room?" I asked.

"It is. You like?" He asked.

"It's nice." I nodded.

"Good, I want you spending a lot of time in here." He grinned grabbing my wrist. He shoved my chest down and straddled my waist. I looked up at the mirror and he smirked.

"Nice, eh? Laying on your bed and watching someone give you a blow job. It's great." He said pulling off my shirt.

"So you've had other people in here?" I asked.

"My ex. He was pretty annoying." He shrugged and suddenly I was curious about this.

"Where did you meet him?"

"Relax he was my boyfriend for like four months and he is in grade twelve for some public school I forget the name." He shrugged.

"Why was he annoying?"

"Blowing me off, he was one of those guys that denied being gay in public." He said a little sadly. I watched his face intently before he met my eyes and then smiled.

"But I have moved on." He bent down and crushed his lips to mine passionately while pinning his arms beside my head. He tugged my bottom lip in between his teeth leaving harsh bruises. I groaned arching my back slightly and he pushed my hips down with his hands forcing his fingers into my hip bones. His hips moved in small slow circles and I instantly pulled back letting a small moan escape my mouth.

His mouth moved down my jaw and to my neck to that spot behind my ear where he bit down on the skin and then sucked it into his mouth. He moved his hips in slow agonizing circles and I groaned again.

"Chase." I said breathlessly while gripping his shoulders. He rocked his hips backwards and then forwards and I dug my nails into his shoulder blades.

"Chase." I said again.

"Hmm?" He hummed against my collar bones.

"Don't do that." I groaned.

"Do what?" He asked grinding his hips again.

"That." I groaned lifting my leg slightly.

"Just relax." He said reaching down and tearing open the button of my jeans.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Just watch the mirror above you, darling." He said.