Page 76 of Saving the Rain
Kayce stares back at me, eyes bouncing back and forth between my own. “Do you...” His Adam’s apple dips with the effort of a heavy swallow. “Doing this—is it enjoyable for you?”
The way he stammers, all hesitancy and hopefulness, makes my cock twitch.
Letting my head tilt to one side, I study him. Perfectly cut cheekbones and freshly shaved jawline. That unruly blond hair makes him look every inch the charming golden boy.
“Is it for you?” My focus narrows on his heavy-lidded gaze.
Kayce once again does a terrible job of hiding the waya smile wants to appear. Maybe it's nerves, or maybe he’s still worried about how to explain this thing between us.
“I like it when you take over,” he admits. “How you just seem to understand what will feel best... you know?” The way he ducks his chin and says it out loud comes accompanied by a fresh wave of blush hitting his cheeks, the color deepening on those soft lips I absolutely want to see wrapped around my cock again.
When I take his mouth this time, it’s possessive. A kiss filled with need, the restraint of moments before, falls away as I haul him to his feet. Hearing him confess it out loud erases any more waiting or dancing around this. We’re both needing each other, and maybe it’s not exactly thetalkwe should be having, but I get the feeling Kayce needs the reassurance that I want this with him more than he needs us to sit down and spill our feelings.
Neither of us are good at that shit.
But this?
Our bodies certainly know how this ride plays out.
As I fist the front of his t-shirt, he’s back to being a completely flustered mess for me. And that only drives me more out of my head with craving the sight of him dissolved into a whimpering puddle. Goddamn, I love the taste of his sweet little submissive side.
“Purring for me like a slutty little kitten.” I walk him backward, letting my mouth rain down a trail of hot, biting kisses along his jaw. My lips seal with his once more as we reach the lounge, and he shudders in my arms. Clinging on tight, telling me with those strong fingers that he wants everything.
“Oh god. How does that work on me every time?” As we stop in front of the massive fireplace, I ignore his protests, letting my mouth start working the side of his neck.
“Does that feel good, hmm? My golden rodeo boy likes being treated roughly,” I whisper gritty words in his ear, flicking my tongue over his skin.
The groan of pleasure he gives me in return is addictive. Enough to have me keep pushing for more. “You make me want things... the kind of things I didn’t know I could ever dream of.”
“Mmm. That pouty little mouth has a lot of secrets you haven’tdared to share, hasn’t it?” Yanking his head back just a little, I steal another kiss before looking him over.
Kayce’s pupils bloom immediately.
“Well, here it is, snowflake. You make me want things, too.”
His breathing is shallow, chest rising and falling in quick succession against my own. “You do?”
“I shouldn’t.” My jaw works, knowing just how hard we both are, with our cocks straining and impatient pressed between us. “But you make me crave your perfect, sweet lips. Driving me crazy at the idea I could fuck you whenever I wanted to. To be able to slip inside that impossibly tight little hole of yours and play with you until I leave you slick with my cum.”
“Oh, fuck.” He gulps.
I dip my head and run my teeth up the front of his strong throat, dragging a soft bite over his Adam’s apple. “Then, once you’re nice and messy... I wouldn’t stop there. No, I’d slip two fingers inside, just so I could feel how I’d owned you and marked you.”
Kayce squirms against me, which only serves to ramp up the thunderous heat and billowing, carnal wanting surrounding us. The fireplace cracks and pops as his hips thrust into mine, chasing after the tiniest bit of friction.
My lips keep working his neck. I continue kissing him right over that sensitive pulse point just below his ear and feel all the vibrations his gasping moans of pleasure make. “You know I’d find that spot you love so much within seconds. It would be so easy to have you fucking up and rutting against nothing but thin air, because the feel of me stroking that sensitive little part of you... yeah, that would keep you on edge and swollen for me.”
“Christ . . . Raine . . .” He lets out a deep groan when I suck on his earlobe.
“You’d look like an absolute dream, with my cum dripping out of you and stuffed full of my fingers, humping the bed, begging like a pathetic little thing. You know I’m an asshole, and you know I would absolutely have you whimpering. That’s all it would take, and you’d give me permission to tease this beautiful body all night long.”
I fucking love the way he visibly melts for me. Heeats up every single one of my filthy promises, as if no one has ever had such an appetite for him—hasn’t spent the time to coax him into such a panting, desperate state. I’m guessing he’s never been with someone who would let him hear it, who would work him up, feeding his lust until it’s dizzying and all-consuming.
Little does he know, I’m ruthless enough to leave him on edge like this, because it satisfies a twisted little part of me to know that I’ve got him squirming this hard, moaning quietly, and flushed using only my words.
“Is that what you want tonight? Do you want me to treat you like the needy thing you are? The rodeo star who wants to be filled with cock and pumped full of cum?”
My palm comes up to idly massage that column of his neck, the place where I love to hold him, to command him. The spot that I know makes him squirm whenever I let my fingers curl and tighten. I fucking love the way his throat works beneath my touch and the vibrations his voice makes when it’s all gritty and desperate, hoarse with how turned on he is.