Page 32 of Saving the Rain (Crimson Ridge #4)

“I... I’ve never done this.” My mouth is bone-dry. I’m stammering, quaking at the way he’s so imposing. And yet, there isn’t a single force in this universe that could drag me away from where I’m standing right now .

Raine arches a superior eyebrow at my hesitation. “What? You never seen a dick before or something?”

My eyes connect with his, and I see his pupils have blown out completely. It’s that tiny glimpse of a reaction, the first hint that maybe he’s just as caught off-guard by this strange yearning as I am, that gives me a fraction more confidence.

I make quick, fumbling work of undoing his belt and jeans.

Each noise, each spine-tingling rasp as fabric eases and his zipper descends, it all leaves my blood singing.

I’m somehow not here and also so unbelievably present in this moment it aches.

Watching myself do something for the first time as if I’m an onlooker staring in rapt fascination, while also being completely intoxicated and sucked under by these wickedly vivid details beneath my fingertips.

My knuckles graze the bare skin and trail of dark hair just above the waistband of his briefs, and I shudder. At the same time, Raine’s stomach caves at the first skin-on-skin contact, and he makes a sinful, rumbling noise.

“What a pretty thing you are when you blush for me,” he murmurs, and I nearly combust on the spot at the way that turns me inexplicably and confusingly to absolute stone.

I was hard before, but now that hint of desire and rasp in his voice has made my dick pulse to the point of agony.

“No one can know this happened.” The words rush out, even as I push the material over the sizable bulge behind the black cotton of his underwear.

His dick bobs up, long and thick and veined, and holy fuck. Holy fuck . I’m staring at his cock with its swollen head, the glistening evidence of precum already waiting there. My heart kicks into overdrive.

“You gonna stare all night, or do something about it?” Raine grits his teeth. “Get your dick out and stroke us both.”

His harsh command shakes me out of my momentary freeze.

I can’t believe this is happening, and I don’t pause this time.

Shoving my sweats down to free my cock, it springs forward with all the eagerness I’ve been attempting to will away to no avail before tonight.

My crown is reddened, so very obviously desperate for any fragment of attention he might give me.

If I wasn’t running on pure lust and adrenaline right now, I might be embarrassed at how painfully evident it is that I’ve been impatient and leaking. .. all for him.

My throat works a heavy swallow as I take in the sight, our cocks jutting out and only a fraction away from touching—from sliding together, feeling that brush of sensitive flesh in the most forbidden of ways—for the first time.

We’re similar in length, but Raine’s fat cock is thicker, heavier, and that thought, that obvious size to him, sends a coil of longing winding tight and low in my belly.

I’m suddenly seeing replays in my mind’s eye of the night I succumbed to my forbidden little delusions in the bath. My mouth begins watering immediately.

I want to feel the weight of him on my tongue.

Raine clears his throat. “Hold out your hand.”

Of course, I do as he says without a second thought. Which seems to please him, because there’s a glittering darkness right there in his eyes, his nostrils flare, and he lets a long line of spit fall into my waiting palm.

Jesus. That has no right to make my stomach clench.

“Well? You wanted this, didn’t you... or was all your pleading just an act?”

I drop my hand, and there’s absolutely no way to explain the feeling that comes next.

Wrapping my fingers tentatively around both of us, the second our swollen, sensitive heads touch, it’s game over.

Electricity zaps around my body, lighting my veins and blazing a trail through every cell.

The velvety smooth feel of him, the slickness of his saliva—as I readjust my grip to take both of us in hand, it’s as if my entire DNA gets recalibrated at that moment.

I’ve never felt anything like this. Pleasure rockets through me and floods to crowd out any uncertainty about who I might be.

All I can think and feel and goddamn breathe is him.

The muskiness of his scent, that masculinity, and the lingering pine and spice clinging to his shirt, winds up to snare me.

Have I ever felt so intensely consumed by someone, all from a few slow strokes and furtive presses of my fingertips?

“Harder.” The gruffness in Raine’s voice is so close to my mouth. I feel his breath fan across my skin, but I know this isn’t a moment for anything other than this. He’s not opening an invitation to more than just this physical release, and to be honest, right now, I don’t even care.

It feels so goddamn amazing as my grip tightens, squeezing us together with a firmer hold, that I deliver another one of those stupid little whimpering noises.

I serve it up on a platter just for him and can’t help myself.

He can have it. He can mock me forever, hold it over my head until the end of our days.

Right now, all that matters is that I’m stroking our cocks, rubbing our lengths together, and it’s the most incredible feeling. It’s so wrong that we’re doing this, but I haven’t got a single brain cell left. Certainly not one that is able to stop where this is heading.

As I switch hands, shifting up and down, working us harder, our breathing grows more labored in the barely there distance between our mouths.

We’re both watching on, transfixed by the sights of our cocks.

Raine makes a hissing noise of pleasure when my calloused palm slides over the tips to squeeze them both tight together. So I do it again. And again.

God, I love hearing that smallest indication that he’s enjoying this. My balls tingle, drawing up tight. Another gasping noise, a heady moan, a breathless realization escapes me.

“Look at the mess you’re making.” As his hips shift a little, he grunts and thrusts ever so slightly with the rhythm of my strokes. “The little Crimson Ridge golden boy, stammering and blushing for me. Not so cocky now, huh?”

My teeth sink into my bottom lip in an effort to avoid revealing the desperate noises I’m so very close to making.

“We can never... never fucking talk about this.” I hitch in a breath as that familiar pressure starts to load at the base of my spine.

“Just get it done.” Through a clenched jaw, he hisses at me.

“No one can know.” My words drop into a whine, because I can’t stop it rushing toward me. The shuttle of my fist works us harder and harder and I get lost in the seductive need to fucking erupt.

“Raine... no one... ” I swallow back the riot of needy sounds. My eyes grow hooded, watching the way my dick fits right alongside his beneath my fingers. Christ. My balls are primed. Ready to unload. White-hot sparks fly through my blood. I’m so close.

My movements grow jerky, rougher, tugging a little more frantically now—giving the world’s worst hand job, I’m sure of it, but I don’t fucking care because this is mind-blowing in the extreme.

“Stop talking.” The groan affecting his voice does me in. I feel him throb, hot and hard beneath my palm, and it goes straight to the base of my dick.

“ Ffffuck . Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” My climax cascades through my groin. Leaving me gasping incoherent curses and words as everything goes blank. Beneath my tight grip, my cock pulses and spurts thick ropes of cum to coat my fist.

I’m thrusting into my hand, chasing the slippery sensation and the agony of pleasure as it pours through me. And that’s when it happens; Raine’s release spurts to join mine, and I swear to god it drags even more out of me just seeing him fall apart.

He lets out a deep gasp, a captivating vibration bursts from somewhere inside his broad chest. I can’t believe this is actually happening.

More cum, his cum , pumps forward to mix with my own, covering my hand in a slickness that is both of us and impossible to tell apart.

The stupid fluttering thing inside my chest likes that, wants more of that, enjoys the fact we fit together so easily in this way.

As my fist keeps stroking, it's goddamn everywhere—a wickedly, oh so very filthy, trail of evidence coats both our lengths.

It’s unbelievably hot. The sexiest fucking sight I’ve ever witnessed, and yet at the same time, I have no idea what to do in the come-down beyond this moment.

What becomes evident, immediately, is that Raine isn’t keen to stick around.

When our dicks have stopped pulsing, and we both manage to catch our breath, he swallows and pushes off the wall.

His broad frame moves away, leaving me feeling the immediate sense of loss without his body blanketing mine anymore.

A sharp pang at the realization hits.. . he didn’t touch me at all.

His cock slips out from my hold, and I’m standing there quite literally with my dick in my hand, watching him tuck himself away .

Scrubbing a hand over his mouth, he looks me up and down from beneath hooded eyes.

I can’t tell what he’s fucking thinking.

Fumbling to follow his lead, I drag my sweats up over my cum-covered dick.

Stuffing my cock out of sight, the drying evidence is right there that I’m smeared with his cum, too. And in that moment, our eyes connect.

Raine’s jaw works, as if he’s going to say something, but then thinks better of it.

What is there to say anyway?

Giving a slight shake of his head, he turns and does what he does oh so very well.

He walks away. Leaving me standing in shock and timid awe, with a swirling, strange feeling occupying my limbs.

Because he just gave me what I asked for, didn’t he?

I wanted help to get out of my head, to find a way to relieve that awful feeling of being out of control, and he did exactly as I asked.

But I’m the one who couldn’t shut my mouth, who insisted on never talking about it and no one knowing .

Those were my words.

So I guess now we just forget. And we move on.