Page 78 of Saving the Rain
With one foot, I nudge his ankles wider, encouraging him to open for me. Working slowly, I spread his ass and ease over his entrance. With a slippery touch, I stroke and fondle him, and each time I explore a little more, he shudders.
“Ummppphhhhfff.” Kayce makes a ragged, muffled noise once I breach him with just the tip of my finger. His teeth embed in his forearm to stifle the neediness racing forward.
“Is that alright?” I let my mouth fall to the back of his neck, sucking gently on his overheated skin.
“More.” He nods. “It’s—more than ok.”
A dark, satisfied hum escapes me as I keep gently encouraging him to unfurl for me. First, just that fingertip, followed by a knuckle, then eventually adding another finger.
By the time he’s stretched around me, letting my hand rock back and forth to work him, I can taste the saltiness of sweat coating hisskin. He’s blissed out, confessing all sorts of whispered words of how good it feels. Asking for all of me. Telling me he’s ready. Demanding in the softest, raspiest little voice that I fuck him, to stop treating him like he’s something delicate.
Bit by bit, his body relaxes. The way he still grips my fingers is unreal, especially when I graze his prostate, and he lets out a pained noise of delight. Goddamn, he’s about to erupt with just the stroke of my fingers massaging him from the inside. But this time, I want his release to come at the same time as my own.
There’s plenty more time to push Kayce, to see what his limits are if I try to wring him dry.
“Oh my god... so good,” he moans, and I’m battling how painfully erect I am, how impossibly hard and downright desperate I am to fit myself inside him.
But I don’t want to do anything that might add to the injury he’s already dealing with.
“You gotta tell me what you can handle.” I slowly fuck him with my fingers. “Can you manage on all fours for me, pretty boy?”
Kayce makes an urgent noise of agreement. “Please. Goddamn. Right fucking now.” He gasps when I hit that spot that turns him inside out again.
“If it’s too much, we’ll change positions.” Removing my hand, I guide him down to the carpet. We tumble together, all limbs and muscles, and he fits so damn beautifully beneath me. I still can’t get over the perfect sight of us together like this, how it happens so naturally.
“Just—hurry.” Kayce sounds like he’s about to combust. All eagerness and begging rising to the surface when he makes a needy sound. And that does me in.
I lube myself up and fist at his entrance. There’s a tremor that consumes both of us in time with the press of my tip forward. A low noise of relief escapes both our chests when my tip pushes just inside, slipping past that tight ring of muscle.
Fuck my fucking life. He’s so hot, a furnace, as I slide forward ever so gently into his channel. Working deeper and telling him how goodhe is for me as I feel his body relax and adjust, allowing me to ease in gradually.
A hiss bursts out of me. “Jesus. Fuck. You’re the tightest thing.”
“Ffffuuuck. Fuck me, Raine. I need you inside.”
I stroke a feather-light run of my fingertips down the length of his spine, nearly goddamn giving in—almost buckling to the need to drive forward, to ram my length all the way home. It’s so tempting to succumb to his begging and pleading because it’s all I want.
“Just breathe. Take a deep breath for me.” I guide him through a clenched jaw, and as he follows my words, Kayce bears down.
That movement slips my cock deeper, another ravenous inch, leaving us both groaning loudly.
“Are you ok?” My brain has just flown straight to my dick, which is now fully seated inside his tight little channel, and holy fuck, I didn’t know it could feel even better than before. But somehow, each moment with Kayce just keeps getting even more unbelievable, and the way he grips me is absolute torture of the best kind.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts. “I need you—need you to move.”
I swallow thickly and make a ragged noise. “You’re squeezing me like a fucking fist. You gotta relax.” With one hand now planted near his head, I let my fingers sink into the carpet to brace as much of my weight as possible. When I lean over him, it reveals firelight dancing golden streaks across his skin, and he looks so achingly beautiful.
Trembling and tempting and absolutely the kind of exquisite feeling I shouldn’t be chasing after, and yet here I am, fighting the urge to start driving my hips forward.
Using my other hand, I slip it beneath his ridiculously toned stomach, splaying my fingers wide. I don’t care how fierce my hold on his body might be, but I brace my weight and try to make sure he’s secured against my front.
Kayce feeds me another one of those needy, panting curses. “I won’t fucking break.”
That’s the final green light I need from him. Giving an experimental shift of my hips to slide back before pushing forward, it’s not quite a thrust. Not yet. But it does leave me barely hanging on with the all-consuming need to let my dick take over.
“Yes.Oh, ffffuuck. Yes.”
“Like that?” I do it again, and again, and the subtle slap of our bodies together leaves me burning up from the inside.