Page 53 of Saving the Rain (Crimson Ridge #4)

As he owns my every brain cell, he rocks back and forth against my tongue while using the other hand to squeeze my cock until I’m a writhing, lust-filled wreck.

“Yeah, I can take this throat until you’ve leaked cum all over yourself, because you’d get off with just the feel of me heavy on your tongue, wouldn’t you? ”

My only thought is him, and how intense and dazzling and fucking hot everything feels. I make a muffled, pleading sound around those thick fingers I know can do such devious things to my body. All I can do is give him eyes that absolutely, unashamedly beg for him to make his next move.

If he doesn’t let up, there’s every chance I’m going to burst inside my jeans. Heat swirls and coils low in my stomach, and my balls throb with each of those devious words he lavishes on me.

Raine tuts at me, taking in the sight of where saliva has pooled around his knuckles, then gives me another of those silent commands. The one that keeps me pinned to the wall, putting every ounce of my focus into not crumbling to a heap and begging him to fuck me right here right now.

His hands drift down, hooking beneath the hem of my hoodie to find my belt. Impulsive passion and desire pour forward as soon as his fingers scrape my bare skin and work my jeans loose. My brain stalls at what happens next... even though I knew where this was ultimately going.

This man, with all his dark, unruly hair and sexy-as-hell tattoos, sinks down in front of me, and I’m struggling to believe we’re in this position.

I don’t know what to do with my hands, and they end up drifting to settle on his broad shoulders as he roughly tugs my jeans low on my hips, dragging the waistband of my briefs with them.

My already hard dick fills rapidly as soon as it’s freed.

The sight of myself flinching and thickening while Raine’s mouth is right fucking there.

.. it leaves me more than a little lightheaded.

Never in a million years did I think he’d be into this.

I don’t know what I expected, but I didn’t understand that giving me pleasure would bring him pleasure, too.

He doesn’t waste any time. Keeping his eyes fixed on mine, drilling straight through me, he wraps one hand around my length.

That rough touch, the way he takes hold of me like he damn well owns every single one of my climaxes, does something to me I’m unable to explain.

A wretched kind of noise drifts up, and I’m painfully aware of the way I barely hang on, narrowly avoiding starting to shoot cum everywhere from one single brush of skin-on-skin contact.

On reflex, I can’t help but dart my eyes around the barn. It seems so exposed. We’re right out in the open, and it feels reckless. But at the same time, I have zero interest in anything but giving him exactly what he wants. I couldn’t stop this if I tried.

Raine spilling all those filthy words and winding me into a mess, leaves me ravenous to come. My orgasm claws at the base of my spine, already locked and loaded. The porny little noises I hear myself make evolve into something deeper and more primal when Raine takes me into his hot, wet mouth.

“Oh my god. Oh my fucking god.”

I'm babbling straight away. My nails dig into his shoulders. There’s no stopping my hips from leaping forward.

I’m embarrassed, flushed, and out of my mind with how incredible it feels.

To know what a man’s mouth actually feels like.

Impossibly heated and able to take all of my cock in a way I’ve never experienced before.

Raine slaughters me. I understand now. I know, with each skilled suck and swirl of his tongue, that this isn’t about me.

This is absolutely something that hands over the keys to my goddamn soul so he can have that power.

With each hollowing of his stubbled cheeks, as he swallows me deeper, he’s ruthless in the pursuit of my climax.

That glorious sensation runs riot in my veins.

Boiling, sizzling, tracking everywhere as the pressure builds down low in my stomach.

I’m cut-down, no better than a shaking, incoherent stream of curses and groans.

Each time his throat closes around my tip, it’s accompanied by my abs clenching and my fingers scrabbling for purchase.

I’m vaguely aware that I tug on his hair too hard.

I push my hips forward too frantically. I say things that make absolutely no sense.

He’s a bastard who set about dragging me to the precipice of my orgasm with his hot words and dirty talk, and now he ruthlessly shoves me over the edge. The seductive skill of his mouth overwhelms me.

“ Ffffuck. Umphfff. Raine. I’m gonna—” My words of warning die on a loud, pathetic gasp.

He seals his lips around me, and hollows his cheeks, and I fucking lose it.

He demands my climax, and I’m hopelessly lost in the need to be good for him, to hand everything over without a second thought.

My dick throbs, swells, jerks, coating his tongue, and I’m left nothing more than a panting, moaning mess.

Raine swallows my cum. Sucks down every last drop.

It’s heaven being in his mouth with his throat and those swirling licks to clean me up.

.. and oh fuck, the way he makes such a sexy, deep groan of pleasure vibrates right through to my balls.

Before I’ve fully come back into my body, he’s on his feet, this time taking my mouth.

Kissing me fiercely, passionately, he treats me to that hold around the front of my neck that I can’t get enough of.

I’m pretty sure there isn’t any part of Raine I can get enough of.