Page 67 of Saving the Rain
Reaching for more soap, I nudge him to spin and swap places. Now, it’s his turn to be backed up against the wall, and I start running my lathered-up palms over his chest. Experiencing my touch for thefirst time, he shudders and lets out a noise that almost sounds like a whine of protest, except he catches it. Slamming his mouth shut and biting down on his bottom lip instead.
I keep studying his face as I slowly wash him. Moving from his chest, along each arm, tracing those veins and muscles, then gliding down his torso. By the time I make it to the trail of darker golden hair at that v pointing to his rock-hard cock, his stomach caves, and goosebumps fly across his arms.
Kayce’s palms flatten against the wall, permitting me to continue. I don’t miss the way his narrow hips lift, his dick straining and veins popping, as I stoop to run soap over his thighs and down his legs. Crouching down in the small space, I bite back a wicked sense of satisfaction at the desperate way the indents on the side of his ass clench. Having me only an inch away, but not making contact with his length jutting out, he’s quick to become a slutty little thing, silently begging for my mouth.
That can come later. First, he damn well needs to get used to being touched because right now, his skin is still quivering and flinching. Mostly with pleasure, but I know one thing’s for certain... he’s never had rough, calloused caresses over his body. Kayce has never experienced hands like mine, roughened and worn after years working horses and cattle.
I like that I’m the first to give him this more than I’m ready to admit right now.
“Turn around.” My voice is quiet, almost drowned out by the rushing water and my own heartbeat, thudding away at the prospect of what is going to come next.
“Please...” Kayce says resolutely, dipping his chin as he dutifully shifts and rests both palms against the wall. “You don’t need to treat me like I’m fragile.”
That makes me chuckle. Midway through soaping up his shoulders, I indulge in letting the backs of my fingers glide a slow track down the curve of his spine. Heading lower, until I reach his ass. The pathetic little mewl he lets out when I grab hold and squeeze both cheeks is enough to drive me insane. Kayce immediately pushesback against me, and I tut out loud, bringing my mouth to hover close at his ear.
My cock nestles right there, and he sucks in a sharp breath feeling the weight of me pressed up against him, thick and heavy with need.
“I don’t like to break my toys.” I nip at his earlobe, then suck down until he’s moaning out loud. Yeah, he might be the rodeo star on the outside, but he melts every time my mouth connects with those soft little parts of him. I get a kick out of finding those tiny places he obviously doesn’t want to admit he enjoys, yet surrenders to immediately, tilting his head on reflex.
“Raine.” My name is a mumble, shivering over his lips. While exhaling shakily, his long fingers press against the wet tiles.
“Keep your hands on the wall.” My teeth graze his shoulder, before I pull back and spit into my palm. “You like saying my name all sweet and innocent now, don’t you? When you want something from me.”
Kayce shudders and lets out a guttural noise as my hand starts stroking and spreading his ass, letting the saliva coat over him.
“Or are you still fighting me,hmm?” I press and rub a little harder over his hole, and each time I do, his breathing hitches. “Are you actually wanting this, or do you want me to leave you in this shower, and you can get yourself off?”
His back arches, rubbing his ass against my dick and lets out a whimper. “You... I need... I want you to touch me.” Kayce’s words are garbled as he lets his forehead drop against the wall.
A groan vibrates deep inside my chest hearing him say it out loud. “Relax for me.” Coaxing him with a deep hum, I gradually work up to ease one finger past that tight ring of muscle. “Shhh. That’s it. Just relax.” He’s so goddamn tight, clenching as I rock my hand slowly back and forth. My dick is a leaking mess at the thought of what it’s going to be like to actually try and fit inside him.
Reaching around, I hold out my other palm. “Be a good boy and spit.” That earns me another delicious shiver, and Kayce whimpers. It’s a soft, sensual little noise amongst the flowing water, and he lets a long track of saliva drop into my palm.
“Why do I like you calling me that?” His whine is almost more to himself than anything.
“Always so eager to please everyone.” I let my hand drop and wrap his length firmly.
“Ummpphhf. Oh, god,” he gasps and immediately rocks into my hold.
“No, snowflake. There’s no one here but me giving you this. I’m the one fingering your ass, with your dick weeping, all formyhands.” I bite the back of his neck, and Kayce absolutely fucking melts.
As I stroke him from root to tip, he throbs in my palm, and I swear to god, with how swollen his cock is, it feels like he’s going to fall apart any second now.
“Oh my...fffffuck.” He claws at the tiles and starts shifting his hips, chasing my touch on both ends. “Raine. Holy shit.” The way he says my name, the way those letters shiver across his lips, it’s goddamn heady to see him so undone already. As he bucks and slides through my grip, his precum mixes with the slipperiness of his spit.
His muscles relax more as I add more spit and work another finger inside him, gradually scissoring to encourage him to open for me. Just as his whimpers start reaching a higher pitch, I ease off stroking his cock, and he curses.
“Please. Please don’t stop.”
“Do you want more? Are you a needy little thing that needs to be stuffed full with more than just my fingers?” I grunt against his ear. The way his ass is the fucking hottest and tightest thing, clenching around the digits I’ve worked into him, leaves me growing more wild.
He nods frantically. “Yes. Yes... I need...” Those words die when I tug on him, squeezing his cock harder at the same time as pushing further to sink into his back entrance.
“Look at you. Desperate for two fingers and a hand job.” I scold him in a low voice. “I should leave you to do it for yourself if you can’t ask properly.”
“Ffffuck.Unnghhh. Raine. Fuck.” Kayce’s words tumble out as his body clenches, and I keep working him harder.
“Say it.” My fist tightens around his dick, and he’s thrusting into my palm, then back against my hand wantonly. Frantic noises burst past his lips as he flies towards that edge.