“Dammit. What?” He sounds exasperated, and it makes me grin.
“This.” I find his cock, half-hard like last time, and give it a good squeeze, twist and stroke.
“Fuck…” His head lolls back on the wall when I do it again, eyes going heavy-lidded, his hold on my dick slackening, his fingers slipping away. His gaze is questioning, as if he can’t understand what’s going on. “Raine.”
Funny that he’s so sure of himself when he works me over, and so unsure when it comes to himself. To his own pleasure.
Grinning wider, I bring our cocks together, and wrap my hand around both.
Shit, this feels better than I thought it would. My eyes all but roll back in my head. Oh yeah, this is good. This is so good, and I’m already hovering so close to the edge, I feel it start, a crack in the dam, a huge wave rising, and I put my mouth on his.
Need to taste him as I come.
His hands grab at me, blunt nails raking down my arms, his tongue twisting with mine, gasping in my mouth—and I’m coming in hot, long spasms that shake me to the core, turning me inside out.
Jase…
In degrees, I come back to myself, my mouth on his shoulder, one hand still splayed on the tiles, the other gripping his hip. His heart is hammering against mine where our chests are mashed together. His dick in my hand is still half-hard.
The realization sobers me up.
He hasn’t come. Of course not. I somehow managed to convince myself he was into it this time, that he was having a good time, when he’s so tired he can barely stand.
This isn’t what I brought him here for, dammit.
What the hell am I doing?
Chapter Fourteen
Jason
He kissed me.
Raine Storm kissed me.
More like, he fucked my mouth, but… details. Johns never kiss me. Even though I get tested regularly, who knows where my mouth’s been, right?
But he kissed me, and now his hot breath is washing over my shoulder, his body pressing me into the wall. I shouldn’t think about it. Shouldn’t like it so much.
He’s so warm. Hot. That muscular, perfect body is blanketing me where I’m standing, and even if I’m so turned on my senses have gone haywire, I’m aware of the lump clogging my throat.
And I dunno why, goddammit. Have I turned into a fucking pussy, falling apart whenever he touches me? My brain is really messed-up if kissing and humping in the shower translates as something to write home about.
And yet.
Damn.
It was hot. He was hot. If anyone could turn me on, make me come, it’d be him. If I could just let go of this fear, let the barrier fall. Could I do that? Am I able to, anymore?
He lifts his face, something shifting behind his blue eyes, and I can’t decide what it is, not with my heart still banging around in my chest and my dick hovering at half-mast, excited and sensitive like never before.
“You said you never get hard,” he says, and I flinch, then steel myself as his hand wanders back down to my cock. “Never all the way.”
I turn my head to the side, swallow. Try to get my wits back together. “This ain’t about me.”
He sighs, his warm breath feathering over the side of my neck, and pulls away.
A shiver goes through me. I’m wet and getting cold now his body isn’t pressed to mine. I wanna pull him back to me. Want his hand on my dick. His mouth on my shoulder. His voice in my ear.