Page 49 of Saving the Rain
I’m fucking everything up. Another way that I’m at fault.
“Want to stop?” The evil tormentor he is, his hips thrust a little in return.
“N—no.” Oh, my god, it feels incredible, and more goosebumps pop up as I struggle to form words.
He does it again. A slow, rolling motion that rubs fabric against fabric. There are still multiple layers between us, but he’s successfully disarmed me, crumbling me into a mess. “Want me to walk away?” The hint is there, the power dynamic between us. He’s forcing me toaskfor what I need.
The worst thing in all of this, is how composed he remains. My stepbrother stands over me as if he could easily push away from this wall and walk off at any second. Like he’d gladly leave me slumped here, with a rock-hard cock, and longing for something I’ve never sampled a glimpse of, but wantso fucking badly,I can’t even begin to put it into words. And that thought, that realization, sends a thud of desperation right to my balls.
Apparently, that little tinge of humiliation does something for me.
I don’t think I want to examine that new piece of information about myself right now.
“No. Pl—please.” Rushing blood drums in my ears, damn near deafening me as I keep stumbling over simple words. All I can focus on is how good it feels to have that heaviness and searing heat of his body up against mine. I don’t want him to keep that from me.
“Take me out,” he utters the rough demand, reducing me to a shivering, trembling wreck as I slowly unwind my fingers from his shirt. Mustering as much false confidence as possible, I slide my fingertips down his stomach, gravitating to the way his thick torso rises and falls as my touch descends toward his waistband.
As I hit the top of his belt, my fingers curl, and I suck in a sharp breath. It makes me pause, hesitate for a second, all thoughts flying out of my head except for one.This is happening, and I have no clue what I’m doing.
Will I be terrible at this? Will I mess it up somehow? Will this forevermore be something he looks at me and sneers in derision about—even more so than he already does whenever he looks my way?
With shaky fingers, I trace my way to his belt buckle, and there’s a wild-eyed racehorse with thundering hooves occupying the spot where my pulse should be.
Raine’s other palm comes up to brace against the wall. The motion leans our foreheads so close together they’re lightly touching. At that point of contact, we both look down to where my frightfully unsteady hands linger between us. I can’t help but hitch in a breath, the forbiddenness of this is enough to choke my lungs. We’re stepbrothers. We’re strangers. Although, at the end of the day, we’re stillconnectedand that means something like this should never even be a whisper of an idea. Let alone for us to be rocking against one another—for me to know the feeling of his bulge dragging over mine—while all alone in this house.
“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 ofattention 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.