Chapter 23 Rae #2
I let him go with a pop. “Mmmmm, yes, please.” Keeping hold of him, I wet the tip and then ran my tongue down the length of him.
He hissed and groaned as his hips jutted forward, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Davis chanted as I sucked with fervor, his hips rocking in forceful thrusts. My thighs became slick as lust overcame me. I’d never felt this way before, never this greedy, or needy.
Or this bold.
Needing to feel friction between my legs, I kept one hand wrapped around the base of his cock while I sucked and shoved my free hand into my sweats, cupping myself, riding my hand.
“Shit, that’s fucking hot,” he breathed, watching me.
I rocked harder into my hand, liking that he was watching, wishing he could see more of me.
Then I was being pulled up to my feet, his length freed from my lips, and Davis’s mouth slammed into mine. His fingers twisted into my hair while he walked us to the wall, and my back was shoved into it with force.
I loved it.
“Yes,” I breathed, while he viciously kissed me, biting my lip, moving his fevered caresses down my neck. He shoved my sweats down to my ankles, same with my panties, my boot was pulled free and tossed behind us, freeing my leg and then he lifted me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist as his erection throbbed between us.
“I wanted our first time to be in a bed, or romantic somehow, but I need to be inside you.”
Gasping, I nodded fervently. “Yes, please.”
Eyes glazed with pleasure, my head tipped back against the wall, I felt him grip his length and then the tip of him pressed into me. It was massive and very clearly larger than any other penis that had ever been inside me.
“Wait!” I stared down at where he was pressing into me. “You’re going to tear me in half, and that seems incredibly unsexy.”
His smile sent a shiver down my spine.
“You’re nice and wet, Rae. It’ll slide right in, baby. Shit…unless, are you okay without the condom?”
Nodding, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his massive length about to slide inside my seemingly tiny body. “I’m clean, and on the pill. Are you clean?”
His scoff shouldn’t have felt like a jack hammer to my heart, but all it did was take me back to that night I walked in on him with someone else.
“I’ve been on a bit of a dry spell for nearly a year, and yes, I’ve been tested since then.”
Rubbing his shoulders, I swallowed the lump in my throat, my legs wrapped around his waist like an anaconda. “Good, that’s good. Okay, then, let’s do this.”
With amazing gentleness, he held me up with one arm, and used his free hand to tip my chin up, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.
With a soft whisper, he warned, “Hold on tight.”
He slowly advanced, sliding his engorged cock in, inch by inch, and the stretch felt incredible and insanely horrific all at once.
“Shit,” he hissed, pulling my hips down against him. “You’re so tight, baby. So fucking tight.”
“No shit, why did you think I was worried about being torn in half? I’ve only been with two guys, and they were half your size.”
His rumble sent a spasm to my sex as he pulled out and then slammed back into me.
“Oh my God!” My head slammed into the wall as his hips moved, pulling his cock out and then thrusting back in.
“Yes!”
The more he moved, the more I felt like I was going to combust. He was thrusting so hard that my head continually hit the wall behind me. My ankles were locked behind his back, his hands on my ass, pushing me down against his cock.
My mouth gaped as soundless cries fell from my lips as wave after wave of pleasure slammed into me.
“Look at me as you come, Rae.” His hips bucked, his cock swelling inside me as he tugged my hair and kissed my neck.
My eyes were open as he came. I saw the flush in his cheeks, the strain in his neck, and with one last hard thrust, I came too, falling apart, screaming his name as I rocked into him, clenching around his shaft as he emptied himself into me.
A small lilt of laughter came from his chest as his forehead pinned mine.
“We’re not going to get anything done at this rate.”
I gave him a small peck on the lips and smiled. “I’ll keep my hands to myself, I swear.”
Lowering me to the ground, he pulled out, looking down at his already semi hard cock.
“I probably won’t, so keep your fucking panties off.”
With that, he gave me a wolfish grin, tucked his semi into his boxers and sauntered out of the hen house.
I did as he said, tucking the panties into my pocket and pulling up the sweats, already aching for him once more.
By the time we were done feeding the animals, the sun had crested the trees, but the chill of the morning and the rain from the night before hadn’t waned. We hustled inside, and Davis started a fire, which I sat cross legged in front of, warming my fingers.
“I told you that you didn’t have to feed the animals with me.”
He pressed a hot cup of coffee into my palms. I smiled up at him, grateful for the caffeine.
“I wanted to, and besides—we had fun.”
He choked on his coffee from his spot near the kitchen then shook his head.
I heard him mutter a few things under his breath, but it only made me smile into my mug.
I was having more fun than I’d had in a very long time.
I also couldn’t seem to ignore the fact that being around Davis felt natural, like I’d known him my entire life.
Which, I hadn’t. Regardless of my early crush, I didn’t know anything of substance about the man.
I stared into the fire, thinking over the questions I had about him: how I wanted to know about his past, his childhood, and upbringing…
mostly I wanted to know why he didn’t like going into town or seeing people.
From what Nora had mentioned, over the years—really after I had left—he’d stopped going into town almost entirely.
Part of me wondered if I had caused him trauma of some kind because of my obsession with him.
I didn’t like settling too long on those thoughts, because guilt and fear mingled like a cocktail, warning me not to get too close to the man.
We ate in silence, while both of us had smiles that stretched along our faces.
Rain started to pelt against the roof again, and for some reason I had to watch it.
I made a humming sound, grabbed my coffee and sauntered out to his covered patio.
Curling up in one of his loungers, I watched the downpour as it washed the tall evergreens beyond his yard, amazed at the thick fog that clouded Mount Macon.
That, with the smell of smoke, it was the most perfect autumn aesthetic ever.
Davis was out seconds later, holding a few pieces of birch wood. He loaded the small chiminea with wood then lit it and shut the small hatch. He offered me a blanket and then snuggled in behind me, holding me to him.
It was the safest I’d ever felt in my life.
“Tell me what you’re doing with yourself now that you’re back?
Are you going to do the delivery service permanently?
Are you here temporarily?” I could hear the question and worry in his tone; it matched the cadence of concern I had for him leaving or slipping through my fingers, too.
He was treasure I didn’t deserve; gold I would have to return.
“I’m actually trying to help a few of the businesses around town. I have a marketing degree, so I thought I’d do whatever I could to help a few. It’s probably dumb…”
“No.” He stroked my arm as the rain poured. “It’s not dumb at all. I think the businesses could really use it.”
“I wish I had a way of unifying the town look; something aesthetically similar so everyone had a leg up. I know a few towns around the state do it, and it helps add to the overall feel of the city.”
He seemed to mull that over for a second. “You mean like different fixtures or physical things to put on the business storefronts, making them match?”
I let out a sigh, my brain still plugging different pieces about it together. “Yeah, something like that.”
He didn’t say anything else as we sat there and watched the rain. Eventually we moved back inside, where we both napped on the couch.
Near lunchtime, we woke, and I ate while he ran upstairs and did something with water.
“You done?” he called down to me from the top of the stairs.
I couldn’t see him, but I yelled back, “Yeah.”
“Come up here.”
I set my dish in the sink and did as he said, patting Dove and Duke’s heads as I went. Once at the top, Davis held a hand out to me. Placing my small palm inside his massive one, I followed him down the hall, away from his room.
There, in the guest bathroom, was a massive soaking tub, big enough for two, and the water was running, steam rising from the clear water.
“My bathroom has a massive shower, with all the bells and whistles, but this tub…” He blushed, rubbing his neck. “I thought, if you wanted, we could, or you—”
Standing on my tiptoes, I pressed a kiss to his lips and smiled.
“Take a bath with me.”
So, he did. Stripping out of his clothes and helping me with mine, we settled into the hot water. Once he was seated behind me, he pulled me to his chest and rested his chin on top of my head.
The rain continued pouring outside, and the peaceful quiet of the room overwhelmed me.
Davis didn’t speak. Every now and then I hoped he’d open up, maybe share something about himself, but he never did. He liked to ask me questions: about my childhood, where I grew up, how New York was, if I liked their pizza better than what I had in the Pacific Northwest.
Then, it seemed, he’d had enough talking, as his hands roamed over my body, up and over my breasts, leisurely and slow, until he rested his grip around my neck ever so gently.
In my ear he rasped, “Have you ever been held by your neck while fucking?”
God, some of his questions came out of nowhere, and my whole body would light up like a torch every time. I merely shook my head.
“The kinkiest things I’ve done have been with you.”
He pulled me back against his chest. “So, the other two—” He seemed to hesitate to ask but then forged ahead. “Were they serious?”
“Sort of? I lost my virginity to someone in one of my classes my freshman year of college. We went out for drinks, and made a plan to just make it happen for each other. We watched a few videos to help us get things going.”
He rumbled something, but his grip tightened on me, and I hated how much I loved it.
“Second guy was the year after. He was my boyfriend for about a year. We had sex, often—but it was just always the same, in the same positions, in the dark. Nothing very exciting.”
“The things I ask of you…are they too much?”
I laughed, and his hold on me loosened. Immediately I reached up and gripped his hand, holding it in place. “Don’t you dare stop. I love everything and anything you want. Just do it. I trust you.”
“I can think of some dirty things,” he grumbled, jutting his hips forward the slightest bit.
I hummed in response.
“But, for now, I just want to hold you.”
Feeling my heart pinch tight, I rested against him. I felt his hand drift down to my hand, and he threaded his fingers through mine.
While the rain fell hard, in heavy beats against the earth, I fell for Davis in ways I’d never recover from. I’d tie this feeling to the crushed one I had carried for so many years, and I’d make a solid chain, tie it around my neck, and drown.