Page 10 of Doink (Rainbow Dorset University)

DANA

I grip the wall as tightly as I can, which is impossible since it’s flat. Peyton kicks my legs apart, his hands hooking at the crest of my hips, angling my ass out for him.

His dick is amazing. He uses it like a goddamn god. I’ve been fighting an orgasm as soon as he shoved that thing inside me.

“So tight,” he grunts.

I close my eyes as he pounds my hole with an absolutely perfect rhythm. Not too hard. Not shallow. Not so roughly that it hurts beyond the exact kind of hurt I love. Everything about the way he fucks is perfect.

His teeth skim my shoulder. “Think you can wait to come?”

An undignified whimper leaves my mouth. “Why?” I whine.

“Because I want to suck you dry, but I also want to make this last precious condom worth it, and lose my load inside you.”

“Oh god,” I mutter, letting my head hang down. “I’m so close, Peyton.”

He doesn’t help when his hand comes off my hip and wraps around my dick. I grip his wrist to hold him still. If he jerks me, I’m done. That’s it.

We’re covered in sweat. Covered in cum. We’ve spent the last twenty-four hours fucking around, but this is only the second cock penetration between us. I brought two condoms. He didn’t bring any.

There’s a lot that we can do without condoms, and we’ve enjoyed focusing on that. It’s been the sexiest weekend of my entire damn life by far.

His sounds are just as sexy when he’s fucking me as they were when I was fucking him. He’s so vocal. There’s no holding back. He doesn’t try. With the magic of his divine dick inside me and the sublime noises he’s making, it’s almost painful to keep my orgasm in.

“Peyton,” I warn.

His response is to kick my legs wider and fuck me harder. My eyes are rolling. My dick drips like there are eight holes in it. He gets louder and louder, making my entire body vibrate.

Finally, he fills me with a crescendo of lurid grunts. So damn good.

Then he pulls out and spins me around, shoving me against the wall to swallow my dick down. My head slams back with a thunk against the wall as he sucks my dick. The swirl of his tongue, hitting the back of his throat, swallowing me to the root. Then sucking on me like I’m honey through a straw.

I come hard while he’s tugging on my balls. It shudders through me like the storm that’s raged outside for two days. I’m nearly falling over him when it finally ends, fighting to catch my breath.

Holy hell.

Peyton pulls me down on top of him with nothing but a gentle tug, and my feet come out from under me. We topple over, laughing breathlessly. Then we’re lying in the silence with nothing around us but our breathing.

The fire went out last night. The storm stopped last night, leaving the sky clear and birds singing. Our date is coming to an end. Without conversation, we decided that now was the time to use our last condom and end this date with a bang.

He sighs. “We don’t have a means to check the weather, so we should go while the sky’s clear.”

A pit forms in my stomach. I nod. “Yep.”

Minutes pass before we eventually untangle and get to our feet.

We’ve gone through an entire pack of wet wipes with these last two that we use to clean ourselves up with.

We spend the next twenty minutes dressing, shoving everything we used and dirtied into the tote and the thick plastic bags we’d had around our bags to keep them dry.

We find stacks of wood outside, and while Peyton cleans out the woodstove of its ashes, I restock the wood against the wall. It’s wet, but there’s still plenty of dry wood, too.

Finally, once dressed, we load ourselves with everything and start traipsing through the trees.

I follow Peyton this time as he leads the way to the shore.

We stumble across the kayak first, as if there was no other route, so we conveniently load it with our gear and bring everything down to the shore.

The small beach is even smaller now. Everything is wet, hanging low as it’s saturated with rain. But the sky is clear. Not a cloud to be seen. Not even in the distance.

“You finish the rest of your MRE?” Peyton asks.

Grudgingly, I have to admit that it wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever eaten. Not the best by far, but certainly not the worst either. “Yep. No waste. Even used the tiny square of toilet paper.”

He snorts. “Not so bad, huh?”

“Nah,” I agree.

He helps me into the kayak once we’re both in our life vests and pushes us into the lake. The sun is warm. I appreciate the heat on my skin. For a minute, I raise my face to the sky to let it warm me.

We made the decision late last night, when the storm seemed to be tapering off, to let the fire die out in hopes we’d be able to leave this morning. So I woke up chilly. Thankfully, Peyton had ideas on how to warm me up.

It worked.

Still, it’s nice to feel the sun on my skin. After a few minutes of Peyton doing all the work, I offer to help row. I don’t miss the amusement in his voice when he tells me to go for it.

I manage to only give him a face full of water twice.

We’re not in a hurry as we load the truck up with the gear. Peyton changes out of his water shoes and into sneakers before climbing in.

“You going to be hungry in an hour?” Peyton asks.

“I don’t know. An hour is hard to predict hunger. Are you going to be?”

He smirks. “Yes. I’m always hungry. I could probably eat every hour and be a very happy fat man.”

I roll my eyes, laughing.

“If you’re hungry, we can stop at the restaurant that donated the food for a hot meal. Granted, I’m kind of torn between which I want more—a hot meal or a shower.”

I hum in agreement. I’ll take whichever option means this time together isn’t quite over yet. I’m not ready for the end of this date. I love everything about this date.

“In that case, yes, I’ll be hungry.”

He flashes me a grin.

“Did I scar you from ever kayaking again?”

“No. I’m not sure I’ll ever venture out on my own. If you weren’t here, I’d probably be a dead body floating on the lake.”

“That’s morbid.”

“The closest I’ve ever come to being outdoors is volleyball in my backyard with my cousins. Also, I’m shit at volleyball.”

Peyton laughs. “Noted.”

A beat passes. “You don’t get many long weekends off like this, do you?”

He shakes his head. “Nope.”

“Did you miss football?”

He shrugs. “I like routine. I like knowing what expectations are on me and being able to check items off a to-do list. I rarely deviate from my daily patterns, so it’s both exciting and anxiety-inducing to change it up.”

“I’m a little surprised that you sound so rigid.”

“Even this weekend is a check box,” he says, flashing me a smile. “I had until this weekend to fulfill my promise of a date for the auction. Hell, even the date itself had checkboxes. Kayak, check. Picnic, check. Return date safely with a smile—still working on that.”

“That’s cute.”

“Glad you think so. Most people think it’s a bit obsessive.”

“If it works for you and allows you to be successful, I don’t think it matters what others think.”

Peyton sighs. “Very true. Most of the checkboxes are in my head, so it’s not like I advertise that I’m slightly obsessive in my daily routine. No one needs to know that if I miss something, it causes me hours of internal panic until I get back on track. That’s a me problem.”

I reach for where his hand rests on his thigh. He smiles, turning his hand over to grasp mine. “I don’t think it’s a problem at all. You want to know what causes me internal panic?”

His eyes flicker to mine again. “What?”

“The idea of being late. I’m always rushing.

Always just this side of panic whenever I have to be anywhere at a designated time.

Class. Work. Dates. Whatever. I leave far earlier than I need to and practically sprint to my destination, convinced that I’m going to run headfirst into some kind of disaster that’s entirely out of my control and end up late. ”

He sighs. “I understand that feeling. Like missing a checkmark or having to skip it for some reason. That internal panic doesn’t leave me until I’ve somehow satisfied that box.”

“Yes. Mine doesn’t leave me until I’m at my destination. Early.”

It feels good to share that with someone who understands outside of a therapist. I find many people don’t understand anxiety. I’m pretty sure that’s what this is, anyway.

We hold hands for the rest of the drive back into town. He lets go sometimes when he needs both hands to drive, but he always reaches for my hand again.

We stop at the restaurant and have a hot meal, which he insists on paying for since he’s considering this still part of the date and it’s not over. Our meal lasts a long time. We linger even longer.

Eventually, we decide to head back to campus. The itchy need for a shower is strong. We’re both feeling it.

This is the first time in days that the silence has lasted longer than a few minutes. Does it feel heavy? Is that my heart I hear slamming against my chest? Oh god, does it sound like I’m breathing heavily?

I don’t want this to end. How can I make it last a little longer?

Peyton pulls up to the sidewalk outside my dorm, and we get out. My stomach flips because this is it. This is the end of our date. I don’t know what comes after this, and once more, my tongue feels thick in my throat as I struggle to find the courage to tell him I’d like to do this again.

Maybe not this , but… a date.

“So… this was an experience,” he says as he opens the back door so I can get my backpack out. Neither of us makes a move to reach for it, but stare at each other instead.

Is it awkward? Please don’t let this be awkward! That’s not how I want this date to end.

I laugh nervously and adjust my weight on my feet.

“Think you’d be up for a second date?” he asks, and my stomach flips. “I can’t promise you an epic storm-in again, but I’ll try my best to top this one.”

Oh my god, the way he’s smiling. His dimples practically blind me.

I sigh in relief. “Yeah, but you know what? This date doesn’t have to end yet. We still have the rest of the day and tomorrow.”

His smile widens. Peyton reaches for my hand and yanks me to him. My chest collides with his, and his mouth closes over mine.

I let my hands drop to his ass and tug him tightly against me. “I have more condoms in my room,” I say against his mouth.

“Just so it’s clear, I want to see you without sex, too. But if you’re offering the sacrifice of condoms right now, I’m all in.”

My heart flutters. Thank fuck.

* * *

The next book in this series is Cadence .