Communion (On My Knees Duet 3)

"Pearl's coming tomorrow. She's watching Eden while we take Miller out to brunch down by the bridge. Anyway...after that..." I give Rayne a slow, firm stroke as my other hand tugs his balls. He's panting, his eyes glassy as they fix on my face.

"I think Miller's gotta leave later in the day. We'll take him to the airport. I'm not going in at all, to campus. We'll do pre-Sunday stuff in the evening, all online, here in the home studio. And Pearl is taking Eden to her house until tomorrow night."

"She is?" Rayne’s eyelids lift open.

"She is. I'm going to take you on a ride and bring our little rubbery friend. I want to take you on vacation." I let his balls go, so I can lean way up and kiss his warm mouth. God, he always tastes so good. So hot and sweet. I'm moving between his legs, rubbing my dick against his because right now both my hands are cupping his slick cockhead. He's lifting himself up to me. Every time our swords cross, I can feel my pulse in my nuts.

For a moment, I let V’s cock go and run my hands over his short hair, his dark brows, his stubble-roughened jaw. Then I'm kneeling in between his knees, my erection standing at attention as I go at his with both hands. My hands are shaking from how much I want him.

I can't stop looking at my Rayne. Can't stop working magic on him with my palms and fingers. And then my mouth. I'm sucking his cock, and he's pulling my hair, twisting his hips, saying "sorry" because he's started fucking my throat. But I love it. I'm laughing. And then, right before he comes, I pull my mouth off him and smooth the slickness down his dick, over his heavy balls, and back behind them. When I’m sure he’s nice and slick, I push a finger in.

I wasn't sure about this; I'd been wondering if I should just sit on his dick, but when he groans and arches off the floor, trying to take my finger deeper, I know I made the right move.

"That's right." I give him another finger...and another, till he's grunt-groaning. I wrap my other hand around the base of his cock.

"Christ, Sky."

"I'm not Christ.” I smile. “Not even close."

I push my fingers deeper, nudging at his prostate, and his tip weeps rivulets of pre-cum onto my fist.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

Vanny makes a hoarse sound.

I work him till he's moaning, brainless. Lifting his hips, fucking my hand. Rocking so his cock is bouncing.

"Suck me off, Sky. I can come again…later." He's panting. I move my hand off his cock and cradle his balls. “These feel heavy?”

He groans loudly. I can feel his body tremble, and he's drawing his knees up then stretching his legs out again, writhing as I push my fingers deep into his tight heat.

"Poor boy can't stay still. He's got his hole stretched and his balls grabbed and he needs to come."

"I…do,” he grunts.

I tug his balls, and I feel chills sweep down his muscular legs.

"That’s so hot."

"You gotta…fuck me, Sky. You can pound as hard as you want."

I lean down and give his cock a long, hot suck, loving the engorged girth of it, loving how I taste him, how he's panting, coming undone.

When I taste too much, I move off him, pull my boxer-briefs down to my knees, and grab the lube I left beside the futon mattress. I squirt some in my palm, slick it over my own aching hard-on, and rub my head against Vance where he’s slick and hot and waiting to be stretched open.

"I love this part," I murmur as I rub my head against him. "When I'm on the bottom, I love how you rub me like this..."

I rub against him...over his hole and then up, so I'm pushing at the underside of his sac; it's gone taut and full now, which makes me feel like I’m going to blow as I rub my tip against it.

"I can't wait to stuff this hole full of that tomorrow. Use the remote."

Rayne groans, spreading his knees fully open. He grabs his own cock and starts stroking slowly.

I hold his leg with one hand and my dick with the other, nudging into him as V inhales. I push in with a firm thrust. Rayne moans as he's impaled on my cockhead. His face twists and his whole body trembles as his hand fists over his abs.

"Aghhh God."

I feed him the rest of my length inch by inch. He seems almost half asleep, as if he's in a sex daze. I can feel the sweat on his skin. He's so zoned out, he's not bracing for me, so if I'm not careful, I could hurt him.

Two more smooth thrusts, and I'm all the way in. Vance’s mouth is slightly open. He shifts his hips, moaning, and his legs are slack and wide and shaking. His hand moves over my thigh, and my hand closes around his cock.