Page 40 of Falling for Raine
A bright foyer with tasteful brocade wallpaper, black-and-white tiled flooring, and a massive chandelier led to a formal living space. I noted modern art, jewel-toned rugs, a baby grand piano, and a huge sofa and armchairs positioned by an ornatemarble fireplace. In other words, this place was insane. He lived here?
Maybe. There were no signs of real living, though. No discarded sweatshirts, sneakers, photos of family and friends, or random clutter. It reminded me of a lobby at a super-bougie hotel…beautiful but cold and very unrelatable.
But what did I know?
I’d grown up in a trailer park in New Mexico and had graduated to basic apartments in the queerest parts of San Francisco and LA, where my main goal had been to live among my people. I’d spent my youth looking over my shoulder, and I refused to do that as an adult. No way. I surrounded myself with rainbow flags and positive anthems of inclusivity. Sure, I’d known this kind of wealth existed, but I’d never aspired to it and I’d never seen it up close and personal. It was surreal.
I would have loved a minute or two to soak in the eclectic ambience, but Graham had other ideas.
He led me up a narrow staircase and down a wide corridor to a beautiful bedroom designed in subtle shades of blues and grays with a big-ass bed and a TV that could have doubled as a mini movie screen or a—Boom!
That was all my mind registered before he pushed me against the wall and crashed his mouth over mine. I opened for him, twirling my tongue around his as I pulled him closer. Chest to chest wasn’t good enough with so many layers in between. I slipped my hands under his suit jacket to pluck his shirt from his trousers and splay my palms on his warm skin.
Graham grunted his approval, tilting his chin to deepen the kiss as he thrust his hips, grinding his hard-on alongside mine. I let out a needy, greedy noise that was one thousand percent embarrassing and hiked my legs over his. We made out, humping like horn dogs, licking, nipping, and sucking as we swayed drunkenly to a rhythm only heard by us.
And in that moment, I forgot why this was a bad idea. It was just too good.
Graham was a big man with huge hands and a broad torso. He was taller, thicker, stronger, hairier, but damn, that was kind of perfect. I loved the feel of his beard on my neck and his hands on my ass.
I dropped my leg and gave my full attention to unbuckling his belt. I had to have him. Now.
I unzipped him, then fell to my knees, my fingers hooked on the elastic of his boxer briefs. “May I?”
Graham braced one arm on the wall and brushed my hair from my eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled.
“Is that a yes?”
He chuckled softly and inclined his head. “Yes. I’m all yours.”
God, I liked the sound of that. I dragged the cotton fabric down and freed his thick cock. It bounced between us obscenely, begging for attention. I knew the feeling well. I was aching, but my dick could wait. I needed to taste him first.
I held his shaft, tracing my thumb along the prominent vein from the underside of his crown to his root. His balls hung heavy and perfect and geez, I couldn’t ignore them.
I cupped his balls, rolling them gently as I licked his shaft, flattening my tongue over his slit to lap up his precum. He tugged my hair, not so subtly demanding more. I gave it to him. Opening my mouth wide, I swallowed him whole.
Not to brag, but BJs were my thing. There hadn’t been time to show off this particular skill set the first time we’d been together, so this was my moment and I was going to make the most of it. I bobbed my head, taking as much of him as possible. I nearly gagged once or twice, but that was understandable. I was too enthusiastic and like I said, he was big.
I sat on my heels and glanced up while I stroked him. “More? Or are you going to fuck me?”
Graham growled as he helped me to my feet. And suddenly we were kissing again, wild and messy.
We stayed glued to each other, breaking apart long enough for him to pull my sweater and tee over my head. He shuffled us toward the bed, his mouth still on mine while he unbuckled my belt. I stepped out of my shoes and took over undressing myself. My dick was hard as granite behind my zipper and pulsing for release.
I shoved my boxer briefs and jeans off and sat on the edge of his mattress, admiring the view. There was a reason suit porn was a thing, I decided. This bear of a man in a wrinkled designer jacket with his tie undone and his cock poking out from under his fancy shirt like a flagpole was drool-worthy sexy. And when he said things like, “On your back. Show me that hole,” I was in danger of self-combustion.
I obeyed in a flash, yanking off my socks before scooting onto the mattress and pushing the duvet aside. I bent my knees and braced my weight on one elbow, motioning for him to toss me the bottle of lube he’d rescued from his nightstand.
“Wait. Don’t take your suit off,” I panted, grazing a slick finger over my entrance.
His eyebrows shot up, but his gaze was fixed on my hole. I slipped one digit inside, moaning at the burn.
“You’re goin’ to kill me, Ray-n,” he huffed.
Under other circumstances, I might have commented on his thicker than usual accent, but I had my priorities straight…so to speak.
I added a second finger and spread my legs wider still, raking my teeth over my bottom lip in anticipation when he reached for a condom, tore open the wrapper, and rolled it on in record time. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his trousers and boxer briefs. Then he grabbed my thighs and hauled me to the edge of the mattress.
The blunt head of his cock rested at my pucker for a beat as a surreal quiet settled over us. Our eyes locked, and my heart pounded in my chest. I couldn’t tell if Graham was as strung out as I was.