Page 44 of Saving the Rain (Crimson Ridge #4)

“ H ang your head over the edge.”

Oh my fucking god. I swear I’m floating somewhere out of my body, infinitely high on this man. My stepbrother, who just turned my entire life inside out with a few strokes and touches and dirty words in my ear.

Raine stalks behind me, completely naked, while roughly dragging a towel over his hair. Fuck, I’ve never seen him like this before—I think he erased every last brain cell when I was first treated to the sight of him undressing and getting into the shower.

Of course, I’ve seen plenty of dudes naked. Between locker rooms and training, being on the road for rodeo, it’s not like I haven’t encountered other men fully undressed.

But this? Raine? To see his body without a stitch of clothing... those rioting wings in my stomach are going to beat so fast I might spontaneously lift off the ground and drift somewhere high into the darkened sky.

He’s thick through his middle, in a way that holds so much potent strength.

Muscle definition runs down the sides of his torso, ending in a prominent ridge of his adonis belt dusted with dark hair.

His tattoos extend from his arms across his chest on one side, too.

It seems fitting that the man with hungry, ruthless eyes has a wolf inked there .

And Jesus Christ, his cock is thick and hard, and I’m right back in that place where I feel like I’d do anything to know his taste. Even just that sensation of him pressed hot against me left my insides doing backflips.

Does he have any idea how gorgeous he is? I know he’s confident, having always worn that winning attitude like a second skin. So right now, right here, staring at the sight of his bed, I’m struck wondering why he’s even interested in me.

I’m a fumbling, naive idiot in comparison. Someone who keeps fucking up over and over, and yet he’s prepared to give me this. To step over a line that I’m still reeling from the intensity of my own obsession to cross.

None of it makes sense, yet when Raine’s steadfast hands are on my body, I feel more alive and secure than I think I ever have in my life.

“You’re taking a long time thinking about this.

” Raine comes up behind me and does that thing where he yanks my hair, tilting my head back so that he can assault the side of my throat again.

The fool I am for him, I’m fucking obsessed with how good it feels.

As much as I’m both dying for this and insanely nervous, I gladly melt against his torso while he drags his mouth and scrapes his beard over that patch of skin that leaves me feeling all gooey from head to toe.

“I’m clear. I’ve been tested. Anything else you wanna know? ”

Shaking my head, I just want to drag him on top of me and demand that he pins me to the mattress.

“Tell me where you want me.” I hum. This is too good and too much, and I’m lost to all the ways my body comes alive under his command.

He makes a satisfied noise, running his tongue up the side of my neck. A move that he probably already knows by now will have me obeying anything he says. “Lie on your back, head off the edge just there.” With a final nip of my ear, he directs me where to climb onto the bed.

My heart is trying its best to drum a path straight out of my mouth.

I’m nervous as hell. So far, all I’ve done is pump cum all over myself just about every time he looks my way. I’ve done nothing more than stare at his dick and stroke us together. This is the immense power Raine has over me, it would seem.

The world spins on its axis once more as I settle into the position he told me to.

Lying back, I stare at him from upside down with my head hanging a little over the edge, surrounded by soft sheets that smell of him.

With his giant cock right there in his fist, he’s my entire world right now.

There’s nothing else except pleasing him and being swept up in him.

And maybe that’s why I’m here. Perhaps that’s all this is for tonight... an escape. I don’t fucking know, but I also feel like something deep down inside is blooming to life. That tangled web of me and him and our circumstances is way too confusing right now to try and separate or comprehend.

The simple answer to this equation is that I want this, with him, and I’m drawn to him in a way that defies logic.

Being tugged into Raine’s orbit feels predestined, like how I felt the first time I walked up to a horse and felt as if I could hear its thoughts.

There’s something in our connection I can’t put words to.

What I do know for certain is that I might die if he doesn’t slide his cock past my parted lips and let me know what it feels like to suck him down.

“ Mmm . Such a pretty mouth for a pretty golden boy.” Dragging his thumb over the slit at his tip where a glistening drop of precum waits, he uses that hand to swipe over my lips.

They feel puffy after kissing him. Scratched up in the best fucking way by his beard.

As he gives me that first hint, oh god.

.. the tanginess... the muskiness..

. the salty kick... all of it roars through my senses.

“Open for me. Keep your throat nice and relaxed.” His voice stays low and measured as those dark eyes glimmer under soft lights.

I swallow hastily, licking my lips to catch another glimpse, a little preview of what it’s going to be like to take all of him.

“Tap my thigh if it’s too much, ok?” Raine hovers, stroking himself leisurely, but I can see those veins and feel the radiating warmth of his body. I really want to make this as good for him as he’s already made it for me tonight.

“I can take it.” Gritty determination comes out of me, borne from all the foolhardy stubbornness that led me to riding broncs in the first place. I’m rewarded with the Raine equivalent of a smile. His lips twitch, and he slides two fingers onto my tongue.

If I thought my climax was over and done, suddenly, a flash of white-hot sparks rocket straight to my groin at the feel of him pushing into my mouth and forcing my jaw wider.

After a few more presses, encouraging me to relax and let my head hang for him just the way he prefers, that tattooed hand vanishes.

Then his cock is right there. Right. There.

Fuck me. The glistening crown of him slides over my lips, as he paints my mouth with a smear of precum, a hint of what I’m in for, giving me a moment to acclimatize to this dizzying altitude before he eases forward.

He’s so velvety smooth, weighty, and feels impossibly large.

At first I have no idea how this is going to work.

I mean, I know what it’s like to have a set of lips wrapped around my own dick, but this is completely new, and holy fuck, the vulnerability of it does something inside me.

Sparks shoot in every direction as he lets me get used to the size of him, with small pulses of his hips, feeding me just the tip and fitting the head of his length inside my mouth.

My tongue flicks against his shaft on instinct, and I find myself rapidly drifting to a place where this turns me on. More than I ever could’ve imagined.

I kind of like the fact that he’s standing over me. I relish the feeling of him taking charge. And I really, really enjoy the feeling of having him swell and pulse inside my mouth.

Like I’m pleasing him, just by being a hole to sink into.

Christ. The moment that thought bubbles up, my dick surges. Pleasure and warmth spread through me as the tanginess of him coats my tongue, and he shifts his hips to push a little deeper.

At this angle, it feels like the most natural thing.

I have no idea if I’m managing to take more than half of him, but Raine doesn’t seem to mind.

He glides across my eager tongue, with saliva coating him and going everywhere as he works in and out.

I’m overcome, turning into a sloppy mess almost immediately.

Nothing but moans and pathetic noises, with my fists clenching and unclenching in the sheets and my abused lips wrapped around his cock.

He tastes so goddamn perfect, fresh with that faint hint of soap from the shower and the potent masculinity that I’m sure just clings to him permanently.

As he gently pumps in and out, I become vaguely aware that he’s stroking my jaw. His hands roam over the front of my neck, cupping the side of my face with those calloused fingers I can’t get enough of when they graze my skin.

“ Fffffuck . Your mouth.” He pushes even harder now, spiraling my ecstasy. Somehow, I’m able to relax into it and not gag. “ Unghh . That’s good.” That grunt of approval he gives me has my cock leaping back to life. Ready and thickening against my abs.

I think I make a muffled noise of agreement.

Trying to encourage him to give me more, to feed me more of him.

I love that his heavy balls are right there.

What I would give to see if he likes them being played with at the same time as receiving head.

Are they sensitive? Would he shudder with desire?

If this is the only time I get to experience sex with Raine, then I don’t want the watered-down version.

“Go on... wrap your hand around yourself. Feel how hard you are for having a dick in your mouth.” He starts taunting me, and fucking hell, my wiring must be faulty because another shot of pleasure races along every vein.

“Touch yourself and see just how much this turns you on,” he commands, and of course, my palm is there before he’s hardly even finished grinding out his words.

His cock keeps pumping in and out of my mouth, and I’m spinning out of my mind with that sensation combined with the feel of tugging on myself—of being fully exposed for him to watch me grow more and more swollen with furious need.