That it wasn’t a one-off thing last night. That sex can really be so great, that I won’t cause him pain, that he really is worth it—to me.
Now, I’m probably reading too much into his three little words, but hell, I think I’m becoming an expert in Jason-speak, attuned to the tone of his voice, his body language, that break in his voice when he opens himself up to me, tearing down his walls.
I drag the newly bought bottle of lube and the box of condoms from the bedside table onto the mattress. Prepared or not, I need him as relaxed as possible, and I plan on getting him off before I sink into him this time.
Tearing open a foil packet, I put on a condom anyway, in case things get out of control later on. His gaze is hot on me as I throw the foil away and grab the bottle of lube. I pour some on my hand, coat my fingers.
“One day,” I tell him, “we’ll do this skin to skin. Imagine how much better it will feel.”
“Raine…”
Settling back between his legs, I stop his protests, his doubts, with a kiss, my slippery hand stroking his thigh. I reach between us and give his cock a few good, strong strokes that have him groaning, his hard-on solid and trembling in my grip.
I kiss the edge of his mouth, his jaw, and when I look up, he’s got his eyes screwed shut, his breathing coming uneven and fast. So damn beautiful, sprawled on my bed, surrendering to me.
“I’m gonna warm you up,” I warn him, not sure if he has triggers—or rather what they are. “Open up for me.”
I nudge his legs further apart with mine, and he lets me. I slide my hand between them, and I take a moment to massage his balls and the sensitive skin behind them, feeling the tremors going through him.
“Oh fuck…” he chokes out when I slide two fingers into his ass. “What are you doing…?”
I crook my fingers, thanking the gods of the internet for the tips and explanations, and nail him in what I hope is his prostate.
His body jolts, jackknifing on the mattress, his eyes flying open wide. His ass clamps hard around my fingers. “Holy fuck.” A flush rises to his cheeks. He bites the inside of his cheek to stifle a loud moan and fails. “Do that again. Oh shit…”
My cock swells more, my balls heavy, my stomach clenching. I take a couple of deep breaths.
He’s so hot. His strong chest rises and falls fast as I fuck him with my fingers, that damn piercing in his nipple flashing, his gleaming, scarred skin calling me. His arms have dropped to the sides, and with the way he’s gripping my sheets I wouldn’t wonder if he tears them to shreds by the time he comes. His head has fallen back and the tendons in his neck stand out like cords.
Goddammit, I want him to lose control, come apart and let me in, not just in his body but in his mind, too.
“Raine, you just…” His hips lift and fall, his dick leaving wet trails on his taut stomach with every thrust of my fingers. His breath is coming in short, harsh huffs. “Chrissakes, fuck me.”
Yes.
I drag my fingers out, lift his legs up, grab my dick and push into him. And the world around us fades to nothing.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Jason
I’m drowning. The need i
s too fucking big, it’s swallowing me whole. Ripping the sheets off the bed won’t save me. Nothing can. He’s sunk inside me, so deep. My body’s straining, my muscles tense, my back bowing, the pressure in my gut killing me. If I don’t come, I’ll fucking die, and when I come, I’ll explode like a fucking star.
Messier, though.
The thought almost makes me smile, but he presses down, bending me in half, fucking me so hard my breath stops. My balls ache and my dick burns, caught between our bodies. And as if all that’s not enough, he manages to free a hand and grip my chin.
“Look at me, Jase. Look at me.”
So God help me, I do, and it’s too much. Because I can’t hide in any way, I can’t pretend this is anything else but what I’ve always wanted.
Making love. Raine Storm making love to me, his scent, his warmth, his intense eyes boring straight into mine. Pushing. Always pushing.
I hope he never stops.
And I’m coming, my body giving in before the thought is finished. My teeth are gritting against a howl of near unbearable release, white light playing behind my lids. The pleasure bounces from my dick to my balls to my ass to fucking everywhere, until I think my skin will explode, unable to contain it.