Chapter Forty-Eight #2
“Rayne,” I whisper. Or moan. Or both? I can’t actually be sure, because the man is currently tracing his finger along the seam of my shorts while simultaneously scraping his teeth along the crook of my neck.
He makes a rough sound low in his throat that nearly ruins me, and another shiver wracks my body, my insides turning to mush while my nether region perks up like she isn’t getting laid regularly.
Hell, at this rate, I can barely keep up.
Not that I’m complaining. By God, would I never complain about such blessings.
I gasp when Rayne’s lips drag lower, the collar of my borrowed shirt falling over my shoulder and revealing a whole lot more chest for him to lavish with more drugging kisses, and I moan low in my throat when he sucks with every kiss he presses against me.
“Those sounds,” he mutters against my collarbone, right before he pulls back and those dark eyes bore into mine. “Lie back, mayhem.”
Swallowing, I do as I’m told, leaning back against the island counter with only my elbows to keep my balance.
I glance down the length of my body, a flood of arousal pooling between my legs at the sight of Rayne framed by my thighs and a sexy look on his face that promises sweet, delicious things for me.
His hands run up my thighs and over my shorts before tucking his fingers into the waistband of both the shorts and the thong I wore today. He peers up at me from beneath his dark lashes, takes a deep breath, and commands, “Hips up.”
Oh, fucking hell.
A flush of warmth rushes through me, and my hips are off the counter before I can take my next breath, an urgency in my movements that I can’t disguise. Not that it matters, because Rayne must feel the same, because he tears my shorts and panties away with one swoop of his hands.
The moment I’m bare from the waist down, the buttons of my shirt undone and revealing more skin than I remember revealing, Rayne wastes no time in dipping his head to press more wet kisses over my stomach, hips, and pubic bone.
I gasp when his lips brush over the crease of my leg, so close to where I’m suddenly desperate for him, yet so painfully far that I cry out when he teases my flesh instead of giving me what my body needs.
Chuckling against me, he mutters, “Sorry if this sucks. You’re the first woman I’ve ever gone down on, and I plan on you being the last, so I should practice to make sure you stick around.”
Oh my God. Not only is the man teasing me with his lips, his tongue is spitting jokes that make me grin down at him, and I swear he’s the sexiest I’ve ever seen him. With that grin, the cheeky words, and his dark hair tousled on his head, Rayne is literally a wet dream come to life.
Nodding seriously, I tell him, “Practice definitely makes perfect. Take as much time as you need. You have free rein to do whatever the hell you want.”
“Dangerous,” he mutters, right before the bastard delves between my thighs and swipes a languid lick of his tongue through my folds.
He does it again, and I moan loudly, my head falling back as pleasure whips through my body like the harsh winds from a spiraling tornado.
I gasp when he pays close attention to my clit, my body jerking away from him before I push closer, needing more, and the little laugh he releases against me sends vibrations through my body in such a way that it has me crying out.
“Fuck, Rayne,” I gasp, my words ending on yet another needy little moan when he suckles my clit before releasing it and dragging his tongue to my already wet opening.
Sending me a devilish grin up my body when I find the strength to look down at him, Rayne waits for my gaze to collide with his before he presses his tongue into my wanting pussy.
It’s warm, wet, and messy, and the groan that rumbles out of him sets off a wave of goose bumps that break out over my skin.
My elbows give out on me, and I fall flat against the counter, my hair spilling over the edge as I gasp when Rayne lavishes my core with hot licks, pushing his tongue in and out of me in a way that makes me vaguely wonder where the fuck he learned to do that.
I’m too distracted to voice the words, though, because he sucks on my clit once more and I see stars.
“I’ll come if you keep doing that,” I pant, my hand falling into his hair and clenching tight when he continues his glorious assault on my body.
With every swipe of his tongue, every lick, suck, and nibble, I feel my body growing hotter and hotter. My core clenches, and a rush fills me with my impending orgasm that has me chanting like a thirsty woman who has just found a well of water after going without for too long.
Rayne doesn’t slow down, doesn’t stop, and doesn’t tease.
He eats me out like it’s his only job, and the edge of release draws closer and closer until I’m gasping and crying out against his mouth.
My hips are grinding against him, my moans filling the apartment, and I’m just about to topple over that ledge when the front door opens and I see three bodies enter the apartment from my head’s upside-down position.
“Holy. Shit,” Caid blurts, his green eyes turning emerald with arousal.
Baxter blows out a long breath, biting his lower lip as his ocean-blue eyes run over every inch of my body before he stops at where Rayne continues to tongue-fuck me like his life depends on it.
“Maddie, Jesus Christ,” Ryan whispers with no small amount of awe and seduction, and it’s all I need before I’m spiraling into my release with a cry of filthy pleasure.
My orgasm washes over me ruthlessly, my walls pulsing around Rayne’s tongue as I dive headfirst over the edge. He doesn’t stop his motions, licking and sucking while I tremble through my climax, and continues as I come down from the sudden high he sent me soaring to.
“That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Caid announces, before he kicks the door shut, removes his sneakers, and walks over to where I’m panting on the counter.
Rayne is pressing kisses to my bare pussy, kissing everywhere his lips can reach, and I’m only slightly distracted by it while I watch Caiden draw close enough to crush a dirty kiss to my mouth.
My walls clench as though I didn’t just come, and I moan against his mouth, my free hand reaching for the back of his head.
“Is this a group activity now?” I hear Bax ask from nearby, but I can’t give him any attention, because I’m pretty sure I feel the probing of Rayne’s fingers at my center.
Caid is kissing me so thoroughly that I can do nothing but feel, and I’m groaning against his greedy lips when Rayne pushes a finger inside me.
And then he adds another, and my entire body revives itself, ready for another round.
“Looks like it,” Ry quietly observes, right before there’s a touch at my collarbone.
My eyes flutter open just as Caid pulls away, only enough for me to see Ryan slip his hand beneath his shirt to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my hardened nipple as he watches my face for a reaction.
He gets one not even a second later, my eyebrows pinching as I mewl low in my throat, the sensations he’s bringing out in me colliding with the way Rayne fingers me with a sexy curiosity that has me spreading my legs wider for him.
The sounds coming from between my legs are filthy, my release allowing Rayne’s fingers to move effortlessly as he pumps them in and out of my body.
I’m pretty sure that alone could get me coming again, and I moan when he crooks his fingers at the deepest point he can push them inside me.
“You going to come again, Blue?” Caid asks, his voice taking on a husky tone that is incredibly sexy.
I answer in girly grunts and moans, gasping when I feel another hand join Rayne’s between my legs.
My eyes fly open and I find Baxter watching me like an animal who’s caught his prey, his fingers pressing gently against my clit before he starts circling those talented fingers.
All the while, Rayne continues to thrust his fingers in and out of me, and I make peace with myself being a total goner.
With all the sensations thrumming through me, Ryan’s fingers pinching my nipples while Caid presses another soul-stealing kiss to my lips, it’s all too much and I lose myself to another orgasm that sneaks up on me so fast that my body jerks violently when my climax washes over me.
My hand clamps tightly around Caiden’s neck as I kiss him back harshly, my other hand that has fallen out of Rayne’s hair gripping the edge of the counter while my body is assaulted by another delicious ripple of my release.
Before I even come down from the high of my second orgasm, Rayne pulls his fingers out of me before scooping me right off the kitchen island.
I’m breathless and panting for air as I wrap my legs around Rayne’s waist, peering down at him with both shock and bone-deep arousal.
I miss Caid’s kisses instantly, already bereft of Ryan and Baxter’s touch, and Rayne mutters over his shoulder, “Moving the party to the bedroom. Can’t do what I want to her on the kitchen counter. ”
I damn near fucking combust right then and there, but Rayne cups the back of my neck and yanks me into a shattering kiss before I can do a damned thing about it. He carries me to my bedroom and I hear footsteps follow after us, and it’s safe to say the night spirals beautifully from there.