Page 56 of Saving the Rain
“Y—you,” he stammers. “You make it feel good.”
That draws a chuckle from me at his nervous little routine. “Writhing in my truck, staring at my dick.” Running my tongue over my lips, I watch the flush on his cheeks deepen a shade. “Staring at yourstepbrother’sdick, like a little slut.” My words are harsh, taunting, and I feel him kick under my palm in response.
Smug satisfaction has no right to be there glowing so brightly inside my chest, but here we are.
“Is that what you are, snowflake?” I murmur, watching his eyes turn a deeper shade of turquoise as his pupils keep dilating. “A pathetic little thing who wants to be fucked?”
Kayce squirms and sinks his teeth into his abused bottom lip. But it does nothing to hide the pornstar-worthy moan he lets out.
My bag is right there beside my knee, and I rummage around quickly until I find what I need. Those blue eyes grow round as he sees the lube in my hands, like he’s never fucking seen the stuff before, and his gaze flickers between what I’m holding and my eyes.
“You want to be a brat? Or do you want to be a good boy for me?”
His panting intensifies. “I—I want to . . .”
“Hmm?” I arch an eyebrow at him, flicking the cap open. That click rockets around my truck like a gunshot and makes him shiver.
“Blushing and being all shy again?”
Kayce’s fingers claw the seat, and there’s a darker spot on the front of his sweats where the head of his dick strains against the damp fabric. I don’t fucking care that I’m standing here with the rain still falling down on my cap and hitting my jacket. I could climb in there and do this differently, but the sight of him spread out wantonly, looking up at me like this, is far too inviting.
Besides, I really, really do not think it’s a good idea for me to seal myself in that front seat with my stepbrother. We’re already pushing boundaries to a breaking point and obliterating an unconscionable number of lines, all of which are supposed to separate two cowboys like us. There’s every possibility I’m gonna end up doing something we’d both regret if I get any closer.
Especially if he’s a virgin when it comes to guys, like I suspect.
“I want...” Kayce braces his weight on one arm, and then quickly shoves his waistband down, until his cock leaps free. “I want to be good.For you.” He rushes out the last part, shuddering as he breathes life into those words.
Jesus. That damn near makes me feral. My dick pulses and demands to get involved, but that’s out of the question. He’s not ready for that, and I’m not sure either of us is in the headspace to make decisions of that nature right now.
Probably everything we’ve done to this point should fall under that category, too, if I’m being honest with myself.
But here Kayce is, offering himself up for anything I’m willing to give, and goddamn if I don’t love the look of him so responsive and straining, ready to be tormented.
With one hand, I reach out to wrap my palm around his rock-hard shaft, and tug him in a long glide from root to tip.
Kayce lets out a gritty, tortured groan and nearly melts into a puddle on the seat. His expression tightens into a ball as he gets lost in the glide of my strokes. Fucking hell, he’s so hot and smooth beneathmy touch. While he felt incredible last night, getting to run my fist up and down his velvety length like this feels exhilarating. This whole scenario is totally wild and so surreal, but it doesn’t feel as forbidden as it, without a doubt, should. I can’t explain it, but touching him at this moment—while we’re both wet with raindrops and the windows of my truck are fogging up from how hard we’re both breathing—only feels completely natural.
I give him a few more strokes, then drizzle lube into my palm. His gaze tracks my actions, mouth hanging parted, watching transfixed as I reach down to take his cock back in my hold.
“Raine—oh—fuck—god.” His lips and body shiver. Words mumble out as his fingers clutch at the leather. The sensations he’s undoubtedly feeling have him completely at my mercy.
“How badly do you want me to fuck you, my pretty thing?” My breathing intensifies as I watch his shaft pulse and twitch beneath my palm. He’s leaking harder now; drops of precum mix with the lube, and his veins stick out prominently along his length. Of course, he’s got a gorgeous dick to match his golden boy good looks.
He’s chewing on that puffy bottom lip, unable to answer. Suspended somewhere in an out of body state where all he can do is keep bouncing his gaze. His stare flickers between my hand, squeezing and twisting as I run up and down his shaft, returning to meet my eyes, then back down again.
I like seeing him just like this.
Far too much.
I shouldn’t be saying any of this kind of shit out loud. They’re just words, but goddamn does it feel right to push him and shove at him to see how far he wants this to go. Getting Kayce to reveal what is actually going on inside his head is like my own secret little game. It feels like winning to be the only one he admits things to.
“Looks like you’re a desperate little slut for someone to come along and fuck that tight ass of yours.” I let go of his dick and load up some more lube before slipping my hand beneath him. With the other, I shoot out a palm to steady myself against the doorway of my truck and brace my weight while letting my slick fingers explore.
Kayce turns into a shuddering, trembling mess. Eyescompletely lust-blown now. Angling his hips, he tries to spread his knees wider, but his sweats get in the way. I kind of like that he’s trapped, because it makes it more apparent he’s trying his hardest to give me better access.
“Holy fuck.” A raw, needy whine of surprise escapes his throat in response to my touch. Circling over his rim, I press and rub slowly, easing him into the sensation.
My body is white-hot. I wouldn’t even know it was raining outside, scorching sun might as well be beating down on my neck. It could be midsummer for all I know because my skin feels undeniably overheated.