Page 50 of Saving the Rain (Crimson Ridge #4)

“ Ffffuck .” Kayce groans when I press my mouth forward, pushing against his entrance and massaging him.

The strokes of my tongue and beard turn him from a hardened rodeo cowboy to a soft and pliant thing above me, sounding like a wet dream with all the ways he’s struggling not to start incoherently begging.

But I can sense it with the way he keeps shifting his weight, opening his legs ever so slightly, tilting his hips.

His body chases each glide and swirling lick.

Getting to my feet, I have absolutely no right to be as pleased as I am to hear him bite back a whimpered protest. It absolutely shouldn’t bring me a burning hot satisfaction to hear him respond that way when I take my mouth off him, but there’s no way I’m gonna be able to hold back.

My dick is absolutely aching to feel him clench and squeeze around me again.

“Please don’t stop,” he pants and tries to turn around, but I nip at his shoulder, warning him to stay positioned as he is.

“Keep your hands where they are,” I growl and begin ridding myself of my shirt, quickly followed by my jeans. At the sound of my belt buckle clanking and the rasp of my zipper, a flurry of goosebumps flies across those strong shoulders.

“How is it so good?” It’s a soft admission, filled with open vulnerability. Craning his neck to watch me undress and grab the lube I collected from my truck. “I still can’t get my head around how it can be this good.”

His eyes are hungry, lust-blown pools, glowing with the flames reflected in their midst. As I flick the cap and pour a generous handful into my palm, the sight of each quiver in those defined shoulders of his is delicious. My strong, golden boy looking so ready to take me is an absolute headrush.

“I like seeing you exposed like this,” I tell him, and those spots high on his cheeks deepen a shade at the praise in my gravely words. “So sweet, aren’t you? Giving me access to do as I please with your tight little body.”

When I step behind him, to start running my touch over his ass, spreading the gel around, he lets out a sigh of relief.

Now, I get the view of his shoulder blades, the long lines of muscle on either side of his spine, the golden hairs covering his nape that glint a little with each flickering orange glow before us.

All those dips and hard outlines shift in a delicious rhythm as his body lets me in.

With one foot, I nudge his ankles wider, encouraging him to open for me. Working slowly, I spread his ass and ease over his entrance. With a slippery touch, I stroke and fondle him, and each time I explore a little more, he shudders.

“ Ummppphhhhfff .” Kayce makes a ragged, muffled noise once I breach him with just the tip of my finger. His teeth embed in his forearm to stifle the neediness racing forward.

“Is that alright?” I let my mouth fall to the back of his neck, sucking gently on his overheated skin.

“More.” He nods. “It’s—more than ok.”

A dark, satisfied hum escapes me as I keep gently encouraging him to unfurl for me. First, just that fingertip, followed by a knuckle, then eventually adding another finger.

By the time he’s stretched around me, letting my hand rock back and forth to work him, I can taste the saltiness of sweat coating his skin.

He’s blissed out, confessing all sorts of whispered words of how good it feels.

Asking for all of me. Telling me he’s ready.

Demanding in the softest, raspiest little voice that I fuck him, to stop treating him like he’s something delicate.

Bit by bit, his body relaxes. The way he still grips my fingers is unreal, especially when I graze his prostate, and he lets out a pained noise of delight.

Goddamn, he’s about to erupt with just the stroke of my fingers massaging him from the inside.

But this time, I want his release to come at the same time as my own.

There’s plenty more time to push Kayce, to see what his limits are if I try to wring him dry.

“Oh my god... so good,” he moans, and I’m battling how painfully erect I am, how impossibly hard and downright desperate I am to fit myself inside him.

But I don’t want to do anything that might add to the injury he’s already dealing with.

“You gotta tell me what you can handle.” I slowly fuck him with my fingers. “Can you manage on all fours for me, pretty boy?”

Kayce makes an urgent noise of agreement. “Please. Goddamn. Right fucking now.” He gasps when I hit that spot that turns him inside out again.

“If it’s too much, we’ll change positions.” Removing my hand, I guide him down to the carpet. We tumble together, all limbs and muscles, and he fits so damn beautifully beneath me. I still can’t get over the perfect sight of us together like this, how it happens so naturally.

“Just—hurry.” Kayce sounds like he’s about to combust. All eagerness and begging rising to the surface when he makes a needy sound. And that does me in.

I lube myself up and fist at his entrance. There’s a tremor that consumes both of us in time with the press of my tip forward. A low noise of relief escapes both our chests when my tip pushes just inside, slipping past that tight ring of muscle.

Fuck my fucking life. He’s so hot, a furnace, as I slide forward ever so gently into his channel. Working deeper and telling him how good he is for me as I feel his body relax and adjust, allowing me to ease in gradually.

A hiss bursts out of me. “Jesus. Fuck. You’re the tightest thing.”

“ Ffffuuuck . Fuck me, Raine. I need you inside.”

I stroke a feather-light run of my fingertips down the length of his spine, nearly goddamn giving in—almost buckling to the need to drive forward, to ram my length all the way home. It’s so tempting to succumb to his begging and pleading because it’s all I want.

“Just breathe. Take a deep breath for me.” I guide him through a clenched jaw, and as he follows my words, Kayce bears down.

That movement slips my cock deeper, another ravenous inch, leaving us both groaning loudly.

“Are you ok?” My brain has just flown straight to my dick, which is now fully seated inside his tight little channel, and holy fuck, I didn’t know it could feel even better than before.

But somehow, each moment with Kayce just keeps getting even more unbelievable, and the way he grips me is absolute torture of the best kind.

“Oh fuck,” he grunts. “I need you—need you to move.”

I swallow thickly and make a ragged noise.

“You’re squeezing me like a fucking fist. You gotta relax.

” With one hand now planted near his head, I let my fingers sink into the carpet to brace as much of my weight as possible.

When I lean over him, it reveals firelight dancing golden streaks across his skin, and he looks so achingly beautiful.

Trembling and tempting and absolutely the kind of exquisite feeling I shouldn’t be chasing after, and yet here I am, fighting the urge to start driving my hips forward.

Using my other hand, I slip it beneath his ridiculously toned stomach, splaying my fingers wide. I don’t care how fierce my hold on his body might be, but I brace my weight and try to make sure he’s secured against my front.

Kayce feeds me another one of those needy, panting curses. “I won’t fucking break.”

That’s the final green light I need from him. Giving an experimental shift of my hips to slide back before pushing forward, it’s not quite a thrust. Not yet. But it does leave me barely hanging on with the all-consuming need to let my dick take over .

“Yes. Oh, ffffuuck. Yes .”

“Like that?” I do it again, and again, and the subtle slap of our bodies together leaves me burning up from the inside.

My blood is on fire as I hold him impossibly tight, feeling every flex of his abs.

We’re both groaning with each rub of my length and pulse of my hips.

It’s not as fast and possessive as I so determinedly want, but this feels incredible.

He grips me harder and begs louder, and I lose myself in fucking him with the kind of rhythm that totally erases time.

“You look so good when you shake for me, baby.” I bite the bulge of muscle on his shoulder and soothe the sting with a lick.

“God... oh my god...” That quivering in his muscles intensifies, and he clenches around me tighter and tighter.

“No. Raine . My name is the one on your lips when you’re taking my dick, snowflake.” I hiss and punch my hips a fraction more forcefully.

“You feel so... so much... it’s so much more this time.” He’s virtually whimpering; all those greedy, pleasured sounds disappear into a sequence of soft groans.

Reactions that do wonders for my ego.

“That’s because my cock gets really nice and big for a little slut like you. With such a perfect ass.”

Kayce moans long and low, and I slip my hand down to wrap the base of his dick. He trembles and jerks as my fingers close around his shaft. The feel of him, rock-hard, leaking, and impossibly swollen with need, turns me frenzied.

“ Fffuck . Yes. There you go.” I stroke him ruthlessly, pulsing my hips in time with each demanding pull.

He dissolves into his climax with gasps, breathy little grunts, and curses.

Beneath my hand, his cock pulses, spraying hot ribbons of cum.

His slick release coats my fist, and he shoots everywhere while sobbing with relief.

Ropes of cum hit the carpet, leaving a depraved goddamn mess.

“Look how you’re taking everything. Swallowing every inch. Such a good boy for me.” Dampness lines my brow, and it takes a monumental dose of self-control to see him through every last second of his orgasm first, before my own claws its way to the surface.

His body tries to arch, tries to seek out more, and I grip him tight in my cum-slicked fist as it all rushes in.

My cock swells, and I vaguely hear myself biting out my own stream of curses as I begin unloading.

Cum jets out as my hips stutter and bury deep, as deep as I can fucking go, because he feels unreal.

Everything is so filthy, so hot, and the silent gasp rockets through me.

“Fuck, it’s too good with you.” My mouth seeks out his neck, nipping and sucking and just needing the taste of him on my tongue while I’m still buried inside his body, simply unable to move. “It’s always too fucking good with you.”