Chapter 34 #2
And we stand there, under the cloudy sky, the crickets chirping around us, the breeze rustling the trees, just holding each other, two hurting souls, for vastly different reasons, finding comfort in one another.
I’m not sure how long we stand there, but it isn’t until the first drop of rain falls from above that I’m brought back to the present, where we are standing outside late at night.
“It’s raining,” I say.
“It is,” he responds, still holding me, the rain starting to come down a little bit more.
“We should go back to our respective homes.”
“Probably.” He strokes my back, not letting me go.
“It will pour.”
“Then let it pour,” he says, cupping the back of my head. “I’m not done here.”
“Will you ever be done?” I ask as the rain picks up, water dotting my face now.
“With you? No.”
I stare up at him, at those genuine eyes, at the way the water clings to his lashes. This is the real him. This is all of him, and he’s so effortlessly handing himself over.
My hand moves to the back of his head and as the rain falls all around us, soaking me to my bones, I lift up on my toes and press a kiss to his lips, capturing this man and everything he’s worth.
In this moment, I steal his kindness. I steal his comfort. And I steal his body as I press mine into his, open my mouth, and let my tongue explore.
His hand grips the back of my tank top, twisting it into his fist as he brings me in closer, angling my jaw up so he can return my kisses, but he makes them deeper, more potent.
I cling to him like a lifesaver, not wanting to let go, not wanting this to end. I let him explore, dive deeper, grip me in a way that tells the world I’m his.
No one else’s.
And I live for the feeling.
I love the feeling.
I crave the intensity, the possessiveness, because no one has treated me like this before. He treats me like I’m so precious that if he lets go, he might lose me forever.
It’s intense, it’s magical. As the rain pours all around us, drenching us, he remains attached to me, never letting me escape.
His tongue runs along my lips, and then against his again, leading me with open-mouth kisses, guiding me into so much more as my nipples go hard, pressing into his chest, my legs feeling weak and numb as he helps me forget everything around me.
I want him on the ground.
I want him out of his clothes.
I want him to feel me, touch me, experience me.
I want—
“Fuck,” he says, pulling away and staring down at me. His eyes are wild, his breath heavy. “You’re…you’re soaked, Renley.”
“I don’t care,” I say, shaking my head.
“I care,” he answers. “I don’t want you catching a cold.”
“That’s not a thing,” I shout over the rain.
“Either way, you should go back to your house, dry off.” His eyes glance down at my shirt and then quickly shoot back up to my eyes. “Shit, Renley, your tits, your…shirt is hiding nothing.”
I press my hand to his chest. “I don’t care.”
And then I back him up to the brick of his house and stand on my toes, bringing my lips back to his. He’s hesitant at first, as the rain’s still coming down in sheets, drenching us, but when my tongue swipes at his lips, he growls into my mouth, picks me up, and then pins me against the house.
“Oh God.” I wrap my legs around his waist and I’m immediately met with his erection pressing into my core.
My skin instantly breaks out in a cold sweat from the feel of him. From my exploring, I already know he’s huge, but feeling him like this, it’s a whole other level.
His mouth explores mine, kissing, sucking, pulling, before he moves his mouth over my jaw and to the spot just below my ear. At the same time, his hand glides up my plastered shirt to my breast, where he finds my hardened nipple. He starts to play with it relentlessly.
“Fuck,” I whisper, allowing my hips to rock against his.
I dig my hand into his hair, holding him close, not wanting this feeling to go away, not wanting him to pull away like I pulled away earlier.
“More,” I say so softly that I’m afraid he didn’t hear me, until he pushes into me with his hips, creating a delicious friction between the two of us. “Yes, Theo.”
“Shit, Renley.” He thrusts again and then rubs his thumb over my nipple, over and over and over again, heightening the sensations roaring through my body. “Fuck, tell me to stop.”
“No,” I say while his lips work over my jaw.
“Please…tell me to stop.”
“Never,” I answer, circulating my hips against his, upping the friction, the tension.
I want this.
I want to combust.
I want to know what it feels like to be with someone like him.
I want to know how intimacy like this happens when you’re with the right person, and right now as my body skyrockets with pleasure—from his touch, his words, his pressure—I want to know that he can get me off like this. That because there is this connection between us, that’s all it takes.
“Get me off,” I whisper, wondering if he can hear me over the rain. I grip the back of his neck, anchoring myself and thrusting my core into him, feeling his thick length ride over me, wanting him to lose control. “Get me off,” I say again, a little louder this time.
“Fuck, Renley,” he says, pinching my nipple and making my head fall back, landing against the brick wall, but I welcome the pain, anything to distract me from this fast-approaching tension in my core, pulling, tugging every single nerve ending and creating this overwhelming feeling in the pit of my stomach…
no, farther than that, right between my legs.
A throbbing sensation.
A pulse so strong that it’s stealing my focus, pulling me away from everything else that’s happening.
And with every pinch to my nipple, every thrust of his hips, he’s driving me closer and closer and closer until…
“Oh fuck, Theo.” My head buries into his shoulder, my legs clenching together as the most delicious, glorious, hot feeling climbs through me. I clench around him tightly, riding out my orgasm as he pulses harder and harder and harder…
My back scrapes against the wall, because he’s unrelenting, but it’s the best feeling I’ve ever felt. Just when I think he’s going to pulse one more time, he stills and he groans into my ear.
“Fuck,” he moans, his body releasing just like mine.
Oh my God, that was…that was so freaking good.
After a few seconds, he kisses my neck, my jaw, and then my lips, pulling me back into the present from the cloud I was just floating on.
When he pulls away just enough for me to look him in his eyes, I see the satisfaction, but also the worry.
“Shit, are you…are you okay?”
I nod, playing with the wet strands of hair on the back of his head. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? I…I lost control.”
I cup his cheek. “I’m fine.”
He nods and then gently kisses me on the cheek. “Can’t tell you the last time I came in my shorts.”
I chuckle. “Can’t tell you the last time I came at all.”
“Don’t say shit like that,” he says sternly. “It’s only going to make me want to change that, right here in the front yard, for your neighborhood to see.”
“Isn’t that what we just did?”
“It would be different,” he says, smoothing my wet hair behind my ear. “You’d be naked and I’d be thrusting inside of you, not dry humping you up against my house.”
“Wouldn’t this be wet humping? I don’t think there’s anything dry on our bodies right now.”
“Well, my shorts aren’t dry, that’s for damn sure.”
I chuckle. “Maybe you should go change those.”
“I’m going to have to. Maybe you should change your shirt since the thing is completely see-through. Was that your intention the whole time by bringing me out here? Making the shirt see-through when it started to rain so that I lost my damn mind?”
“I want to say yes, but I’m not that thoughtful. I had you meet me because…well, I just didn’t know how to handle the situation.”
“Do you still not know how to handle it?”
I shake my head. “Completely clueless.”
“Well, if you need guidance, I can tell you how to handle it. It starts by coming with me so I can show you my bedroom.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, my lady, as some vitally important things need to be looked at over there.”
“Nice try.” I release my legs from around his waist and he steps back, giving me some room.
I stare up at him, unsure how to finish this, so instead of trying to work this all out and what it means, I stand on my toes and press a kiss to his jaw. I am floating. Literally floating. Is this what all the fuss about orgasms is about? I’ve never felt so…sated.
“Good night, Theo.”
The surprised look on his face is almost comical, but I don’t let it stop me as I head toward my house. I hear him say over the rain, “’Night, Gossy.”