Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“I know.” Rayne licked a hot trail down Mike’s back to the top of his ass. That tongue was talented and skilled as he made his way lower, then lower, until Mike’s cheeks were spread wide, and Rayne’s first slow, concentrated swipe over his hole almost caused him to jackknife off the table. Damn, he was glad he was face down because he couldn’t look in Rayne’s eyes while he was shamelessly shoving his ass higher to get more.
“You’re so goddamn sexy. I could touch you like this every day, every night.” Rayne’s breath was shallow but loud enough to be heard over the peaceful music.
Yes! Just give me more right— “Ungh,” Mike released a long, tortured groan when Rayne finally gave him what he’d been unknowingly thrusting his ass in the air for. He slid one slippery narrow finger into his hole, causing a flurry of sensations to explode. Ecstasy shot through Mike’s channel and straight to his balls, pleasure soaring through him like nothing he’d ever felt before. The need for more hit him hard again, and Rayne somehow sensed it as he pressed in deeper, causing a powerful sensation to tighten Mike’s balls. He choked on his beg as another finger was slowly added, and his dick was gripped between his legs from behind. Rayne hit something buried and secret inside of him that made him yell out in ecstasy. The two worked in perfect harmony with the other, edging Mike to the brink of delirium before pulling him back, only to do it all over again.
“That’s it. Let me give you what you’ve been needing for so long.” Rayne sounded hypnotized, and it drove Mike mad that his partner was actually enjoying what he was doing to him. Having sex with him wasn’t a sporadic, required chore like it’d been for his past female partners.
Since the tension and aches were gone, Mike released all inhibitions and allowed his body to just feel. Those fingers had a mind of their own as they moved in and out, up and down, sparking electric currents inside of him until Mike was reaching behind him and trying to grip Rayne’s wrist. He wanted it faster, harder. Urgh. More, damnit. How did he demand that?
The table shifted, and Mike almost cried out in praise when Rayne straddled his lower legs, the feel of his silk robe gliding over the aroused skin on the backs of his thighs. Mike kept his eyes closed, his face buried in the headrest as Rayne’s hard cock brushed against his ass cheeks. The back of his neck was branded with hot lips breathing heat over his skin. Fuck yes.
“Mike.” Rayne’s body was just as slick as his hands as he ground his pelvis against Mike’s ass, the oil making everything wet and carnal and much easier to slip inside. Rayne pulled his fingers from his hole just as Mike’s toes were curling. He was about to fuss at Rayne not to stop until he heard the undeniable sound of a foil wrapper being torn and the snap of latex over hard flesh. “Breathe with me,” Rayne purred.
Mike tried to slow his breaths to match Rayne’s, but the anticipation of what was to come next made his pulse quicken. His gasps came hard and fast when the tip of Rayne’s cock pressed incessantly against his hole before the smooth head sank inside. Mike clenched his fists at his sides and sealed his mouth in a tight line in a futile attempt not to cry out in rapture.
Rayne gasped close to his ear as Mike blindly reached behind him and tugged on Rayne’s hips, driving him deeper until his narrow cock was buried to the hilt. They spoke with their bodies, with their desperate grabs for each other as Rayne eased out halfway and drove back inside. Never had he felt such uncontrolled euphoria with sex, and now he believed he knew why. Mike had denied himself the release of control.
Chapter Forty-six
Rayne
Rayne had taken the biggest gamble he’d ever attempted, and damn if it hadn’t paid off. Sometimes men like Mike, domineering and possessive, had a hard time relinquishing control and allowing their partner to be responsible for their pleasure, even for a moment. Not only did Mike give it up to him, but he could feel the trust and the faith he’d put in Rayne to just make him feel wonderful. To take the turmoil and hell away that Mike experienced every day for a few hours of blissful oblivion.
“God, Mike. I’ve never… mmm.” Rayne couldn’t manage complete sentences.
Rayne trembled, his body exploding into a million spasms at being connected to Mike in such an intimate way, at being balls-deep in his tight, hot channel. His shaft was sensitive to every groove and curve as he rocked in and out, gliding easily from the slickness of Mike’s oily body.