Page 45 of Saving the Rain (Crimson Ridge #4)

“I don’t have to do more than stuff your holes with my fingers, and you’re spraying cum. What kind of mess do you think you’ll make when I’m filling you properly? What kind of a noisy slut will you be for having my cock deep inside your tight little ass?”

Raine’s heated words damn near do me in. Wetness leaks from my eyes, spit has collected at the corners of my mouth, my balls tighten, and my dick is starting to weep all over again.

Just as I think he’s going to keep on with this until he explodes down my throat, he pulls away, leaving me gasping, and spun the fuck out. The world is still tilted upside down, and every ounce of blood has surely drained to my dick.

“Such a pretty thing for me, aren’t you, snowflake?

” Raine’s words fill my awareness as I blink and try to focus on what’s happening.

He leans over me and lets his lips meet mine again while caressing the front of my throat with the kind of hold that feels incredible.

Strong hands help guide me to ease upright, so that I’m not simply dangling off the bed, hoping for a mouthful of cum to swallow.

He crosses to the bathroom, leaving me for a moment.

As I regather my bearings and reposition myself, a sudden moment of panic rises.

This is it. He’s about to fuck me properly, and oh, god, I don’t know how this next part works.

Am I supposed to get on all fours while he rails me from behind, or what?

I’m all frantic heartbeats and hot cheeks when he reemerges with something in his hands.

Lube. He’s got a bottle of lube, and as my eyes tick down to his fat cock I can’t help but bite my lip. That thing looks ready to split me in two, given how hard he is after all that we’ve done so far, added to the fact he’s yet to find relief.

My pulse races as fast as the wind when he comes back to join me on the bed and he doesn’t pause, doesn’t stop, just climbs over me with lust flaring in his eyes like an inferno.

He’s so imposing, so in control, he tosses the lube to land beside us and crawls over my body, maneuvering so that he fits between my legs, and I’m shoved back until my head hits the pillows.

I’m so relieved he’s quietly taking charge like this, while still experiencing that continual rush of worry about doing something he doesn’t enjoy. Am I going to be good enough for him? Will he like doing this with me? What if I’m no good at sex with a man?

His onyx eyes glitter as he crawls up my body, plants one hand beside my head, and uses the other to pinch my jaw.

Raine studies me so damn carefully, letting his gaze flicker across my face as if he’s tracing something, committing it to memory, before he brushes his thumb across my puffy bottom lip to drag it out from where I still had it trapped under my teeth.

“I’m in the kind of mood to ruin you.” His velvety words dance across my skin, leaving shivers in their wake. “Is that what you want, my sweet boy?”

Gulping down all my nerves and trepidation, I nod. “You know I do.” The confession comes out as barely more than a whisper, which Raine seals with another of those drugging kisses.

Then his hands are moving. He reaches across me, and I’m transfixed, watching his face as I hear the click of a cap and feel him push my legs wider.

I’m in some sort of pleasure-soaked daze, with my length bobbing against my stomach as he rearranges my limbs.

Giving himself the angle he wants my body positioned in.

Nerves flurry around as heat continues to build low in my belly, and I suck in a gasp when he drizzles lube generously over my seam.

Raine slowly works me with his fingers again, this time with the kind of added slickness that makes it feel so good.

The small amount of burn, the same as I felt earlier in the shower, quickly dissolves and morphs because he just knows how to make something that I was so goddamn nervous about feel incredible.

“ Umphhfff . Holy shit.” My eyelids droop, and my lips tremble with all the whines and whimpers I’m so close to letting out as he scissors his fingers.

My body rocks a little against the mattress, and I’m so conscious of not being loud.

Even though I know we’re away from other people, it still feels hardwired in my brain that we’re certainly not supposed to be doing this, and yet I can’t stop.

I don’t want to stop. This doesn’t feel wrong in any way.

“Just breathe. I’ll take it slow.” Raine’s voice is right there, dragging my focus back to him, pulling me back out of my head. “Keep those blues on me, snowflake.” His voice dips into a lower register and I feel it rumble straight through into my chest.

Another nod, another feeble noise of need, another shift of my hips to encourage him to stop treating me like I’m going to shatter.

And then it happens. His fingers are gone, and my knees are being pressed higher.

The intense vulnerability chokes me by the throat as I lie there, splayed out for him.

But that feeling is quickly scattered and replaced by bold, raw neediness when the slick tip of him, hot and swollen, nudges at my ass.

Raine fists himself and starts to ease forward.

The entire time, his dark, hooded gaze remains drilled into mine.

He holds me secure, and I don’t dare look away because there might be only silence and thudding heartbeats filling this bed, but unspoken reassurance flows from his gaze.

I can’t help the series of shudders and gasps and the way my hands fly up to run over his form. Greedily tracing his chest, I map his biceps, his shoulders, all while he pushes my knees back, and the tip of him slips inside.

“ Unghhh. Oh god. Fuck, ” I whimper, and my fingers claw his shoulders.

“You good?” He holds there, letting me get used to the feel of him, and that stretch that burns so good starts to ease a little. “Stay with me. Just breathe.” He gives me another of those low, rumbly commands, and I melt beneath the safety in his tone.

“It’s—It’s good. I’m good.” My throat works down a swallow. “Please don’t stop.”

The faintest hint of a smile ghosts across his lips and creases at the corner of his eyes, and he dips down to roam his tongue over my nipple.

I nearly fucking vibrate off the bed with how unreal that feels.

I’m so distracted by his mouth that it’s a blur as he’s still working forward, gradually easing a little deeper.

All I can think as I relax more for him is how I’m addicted to the scratch of his beard against my skin, and holy shit, his tongue is doing that swirling thing .

I find my fingers tangled in his damp hair, threading and tugging and shuddering beneath the way he works my body so masterfully.

“Raine. Fffffuck . I need more.” I’m an incoherent disaster of begging and moaning and trying to shift my hips, coaxing him to push further inside.

“Goddamn,” he chokes out. “You’re like a fucking fist. Just stay relaxed for me.

” His teeth tug on the stiffened peak of my nipple; then he licks a wet trail over my chest. Tracing the planes of my pecs and up to the undulation of my collarbone.

He’s everywhere and feels so overwhelming, but in the best kind of way.

“It’s so good. Too good.” Raine breathes heavily and I melt in an instant.

At long last, he sinks all the way inside, and we both let out a groan when he fully seats himself against my ass.

I can’t help the way I’m shivering and panting, not because it’s anything but incredible, but because he really does feel huge, and my body absolutely lights up at having him fill me all the way to the hilt.

“Please. Let me have more.” I cling to his arms, begging with my eyes. My cock throbs between us, already primed with that familiar pool of tension forming low in my spine.

“ Mmm , those lips suit begging a little.” His gaze locks on my mouth as he slides back and then gives a subtle nudge forward. It’s enough to have me seeing stars with just that first slick glide.

I give him more whimpers. Garbled words and reckless, mindless curses. Which Raine obliges by starting to thrust properly now.

It’s incredible. Nothing like I could have imagined.

He’s so strong and assured, looming over me with his tattoos and dark eyes that absolutely eat me alive.

It’s intimate. So much more than I thought it would be.

So much more than I thought it could be with someone like him, who oozes sex appeal and confidence and has a long line of company keen to spend a night being treated like this.

I have to shove any of those bubbling up jealousies aside, locking them away, because right now, he’s here with me, and this is beyond anything I could have imagined.

Raine’s dark hair falls across his eyes while he fucks me deep and slow, with a rhythm that leaves me crumbling fast. He sees it, and a wickedness descends over him. There’s a look, a glint that catches, and I know it spells trouble for me... in the best possible way.

He shifts the angle of his hips and pumps forward again, and that spot—that fucking spot—lights my body up, searing sparks fly to every corner, and my balls thud agonizingly with the need to come.

I’m pretty sure I start outright pleading, lips shivering, as I gasp for him to do it again, and again.

Those rolling pulses, each shift of his weight, and the thickness of his cock, hit that magic place that unravels me. Heat flashes straight down my spine, my balls draw up, and I’m straight up gulping for air as my climax roars in.

“ Ohgodohmygodrightthere ,” I moan and feel the pressure barrel through, low in my stomach. My dick throbs, hot and needy and desperate. The need to come erases everything, and my vision blanks. Thick ropes of cum shoot all over my abs, making a filthy mess between us as I lose my entire mind.

I’ve never experienced anything like it, and I’ll surely have left bruises on Raine’s arms with how tightly I’m clinging to him as he rides me straight through it.

With hips slapping against my ass, his grunts grow harsher.

Chasing my orgasm with his own, his jaw is tight, eyes fierce the whole time.

“Christ. Unghhhh . Fuck. Fuck you feel too good.” He bites out the words, punctuated by dark groans, and drives into me, thrusts faltering. “This ass. You’re fucking addictive.” The next moment, he buries himself deep, and that’s when I feel it.

His cum floods inside me, filling my ass, searing hot and so fucking good it makes my dick jerk even though I’m still coming down off my own high.

We’re lost in that space where everything is floaty and glowy. All exploring touches and lips brushing over one another’s. He stays inside me until he starts to soften, and I’m under absolutely no illusion, entirely aware that I’m not the same person as when I walked through that door tonight.

Raine has just given me something I could never have imagined.

And as I stare up at him, I want to do it again. With him. Possibly only him.

But that’s the kind of thinking that I’m sure comes with having two mind-blowing climaxes in quicker succession than I ever thought possible.

So I swallow down the chaos of heightened emotions and feelings, and give over control. I cede any thoughts of what tomorrow might bring. As he eases out of me, we both let out a hiss at the sensation.

I can’t be thinking too much about why I hate the feeling of him no longer being seated inside me.

Who knows what comes next from here. I’m going to have to figure that out at some later stage.

For now? I let myself be led back to the shower by Raine.

I’ll gladly continue staying out of my head. That’s the last place I want to be.