Page 57 of Saving the Rain
He’s so damn tight, and yet so ready and willing. The more I keep working him, the more he blooms for me. All while feeding me those choppy, breathy groans and whimpers that drive me absolutely insane.
“Jesus. Look how much of a mess you’re already making. All from the thought of me slipping into your tight little hole.” At the sound of my voice, his dick keeps leaking and kicks, bobbing against his stomach.
“Fuck.Fffffuck. That’s...” His face contorts with pleasure, words dying on his lips as I press a finger inside and gently start to work him.
“Don’t even fucking think about it,” I growl, as his hands start to inch toward his pulsing cock. He’s so hard and swollen, it’s a dizzying sight to appreciate, but I’m too much of an asshole to let him lie there and relieve himself. Right now, I’m selfish enough to want to watch him absolutely lose his goddamn mind.
I didn’t get to touch him last night—didn’t dare allow myself to—so it feels only right if we’re gonna rampage across all these lines and plunge into the forbiddenness of this moment, he’ll lie there and take everything.
“Good boys swallow my fingers. This ass has never had a fat cock in it before, has it?” I study his face, as his breathing shallows more and more. “No... the way you just clenched around me, snowflake, I know you haven’t. But you’ve been dreaming about it, haven’t you?”
Kayce nods without hesitation. “Please.”
“So sweet when you want to be.” I hum and keep stroking insidehim. Sinking deeper, until I feel him quake and let out a sultry little noise, a gasp of unrestrained pleasure.
“Mmmmfuck.Ohgod.There.” His mouth moves, panting breaths hitching higher in rapid succession. All these desperate little whining sounds pour out. He responds beautifully as I graze his prostate again and again.
“You’re so tight.” I can’t help but groan as I keep working that spot, and he starts to fall apart. It takes no time at all, and he’s wild-eyed, staring at me like I’ve just tossed him off a cliff edge, as his body shudders with the intensity of his climax about to claim its hold. “That’s it. Just like that,” I rasp out the words, transfixed by his expression and then the sight of his dick, the glistening crown right fucking there. Enticing me to lean forward and wrap my lips around him, to blow his entire goddamn mind.
A temptation, a feral need to taste him, that I willfully ignore.
“Jesus. What... what is... oh god.Ffffuck.” Kayce’s palms slap against the faded leather seat, and his ass grips my finger tighter.
His cock swells, throbs, and fucking unloads with a gasping rush of curses flying from his mouth. Cum spurts out in thick ropes as he bursts from merely having a finger tease his ass. It’s hypnotic watching him throb and quiver, without a single stroke of his length. And my own pulse is racing harder than ever at the knowledge that he just unloaded cum all over himself, and it was under my touch.
In my front seat.
Splayed out and moaning for me.
Chapter 23
My eyes blink open, attempting to focus. Trying to reach for the thread tethering me to this new plane of existence I now call home.
A world where I can apparently spill cum everywhere just from having a thick finger wedged inside my ass for all of a few minutes.
One graze over that spot inside that I’ve never been able to reach myself, and my body lit up like the Fourth of July.
Digging the heels of my palms into my eye sockets, I groan out loud. My voice echoes around this empty bed, this empty room.
I’m so undeniably screwed.
Raine is gone. He had to leave. His job isn’t here and he certainly wasn’t going to stick around after the enormity of what transpired yesterday.
Well, shit. If there was any question mark still lingering over my sexual wants or preferences, I think I’ve formally stepped into my identity as a gay man. I might still appreciate women, but my dick has never once responded that way when presented with pussy.
And if I even try to think about sex—the kind that involves a warm, silky wet cunt—it’s like my body knows. It knows for absolute certainty now that I’m not pursuing that direction anymore.
I’m wholly consumed by thoughts of Raine, and how it felt to bestroked by him, to have his rough, calloused palm tugging on me until my eyes rolled back in my head, and then to fall apart thanks to one wickedly skilled finger.
I’m not even interested in what it might be like to hook up with another guy. This isn’t a case of being awakened to cock and now wanting to go fool around elsewhere. No... I can’t help but remember Brad’s words that day about feeling close to someone, trusting them, and all that other crap he was saying.
Needing a deeper connection.
I’ve unfortunately slipped under some sort of Raine-spell and I’m not sure I have any intention of seeking out an antidote.
I puff out a heavy breath and slither toward the edge of my bed, hauling my sorry self into motion because, as of today, I’m back towork. Returning to business as usual on this ranch and doing my best to keep everything operating smoothly.
My dad checks in regularly. I’ve given him the bare minimum of details. Enough to not freak him out and have him turning up here to roll up his sleeves, and yet, as much as I’ve been in touch with him, I have neatly side-stepped the whole issue of my rodeo future. Much like I’ve done with Chaos and Brad, in our brief exchanges also.