Chapter 6 #5
His fingers tugged at the zipper, then pulled at the waist of my slacks, then shoved impatiently at my underwear, his mouth having moved from mine to kiss and lick his way down my throat. I sank my hands into the thick waves of his hair, shivering as his beard tickled against my skin.
He’d stripped me naked, and my skin felt both feverish and chilled at once as he licked and kissed down my chest before closing his teeth gently around one nipple. I gasped, fingers tightening in his hair as I arched my back, wanting more of his mouth anywhere and everywhere he wanted to use it.
His hands slid down my sides, the skin hot, his palms a little rough, the nails that were more claws than nails just skimming over my skin, leaving behind thin pink lines and a trail of goosebumps. I shuddered, my breath catching.
“Rayn,” he half-breathed, half-growled.
“Ra-aj,” I stammered back.
“Tell me I can taste you.” The words were a plea.
“Y-yes,” I managed.
Another growl, and he pushed my thighs apart, first nuzzling against me and drawing a deep breath, then closing his lips around my cock, causing my hips to buck at the heat and wet of his lips and tongue.
Not that I was objecting—I was definitely not objecting—but this was a fairly significant escalation of our physical relationship.
It hadn’t even been two weeks since the first time he’d wanted to touch me in a way that was overtly sexual, not just tender or teasing.
I almost had the ability to wonder why—but then Raj did something with his tongue and I stopped being capable of thought.
Everything became about heat and wet and a tugging, pulling sensation that sent electricity coursing throughout my body, following the pathways of my nerves.
I whimpered a little as he did something else with his…
tongue? teeth? I honestly didn’t know what he’d done, but it made me forget everything but the sensation of his mouth.
My muscles trembled, my abs clenching.
“Raj—” I managed, warning him that I wasn’t going to last much longer if he kept doing what he was doing.
He pulled back, leaving me gasping.
“Rayn,” he rumbled, his lips back at my neck.
Incapable of speech, I let out some sort of sound as I pulled him closer to me.
“God, Rayn,” he breathed again, and I let out a mumbling noise, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.
He didn’t spare his own shirt any more than he’d spared mine, the buttons rattling off the walls and floor.
I immediately put my hands on his chest, running them over hot skin and ridges of muscle with just enough fat to make them smooth.
Nothing about him was bony or angular, unlike me, all elbows and knees and raw ankle bones.
He was smooth muscle and dark skin and burning dark gold eyes.
I let my hands slide down his chest, finding the button on his black suit pants, then the zipper, hearing him let out a long breath with just a hint of rumble. I pushed at his shoulders, and he moved back until he was kneeling over me, a questioning look on his face.
I pushed at his pants, hooking both thumbs in the waistband of the black boxer-briefs he wore under them, dropping both around his thighs. I didn’t give him time to think about whether or not he wanted to take them off entirely, reaching to gently massage his balls with one hand.
Air rushed out of his lungs, and his eyes closed. “Fuck,” he hissed.
He wasn’t looking at me, so he didn’t see the smile that I felt move across my lips. I liked it when he let go, when he gave me control over his body.
“Take them off,” I told him, pleased when those molten eyes opened again, and he pushed himself to his feet long enough to strip out of both pants and underwear.
I leaned back on my elbows, stretching out my legs and crossing my ankles. He stared down at me, then bent his knees again, straddling my lower legs.
I pushed up with the top one, deliberately rubbing my knee against the underside of his balls, making him suck in a breath. I slid down just a little, enough to bring my knee up higher behind him, nudging him to work his way up my body.
“Rayn,” he said, clearly not quite understanding what I was doing.
I shimmied lower, and I saw those beautiful golden-brown eyes widen again when he realized what I was going to do.
I put my hands on his hips, urging him far enough that I could sit up a little more and take him into my mouth, using my hands to pull myself closer.
“Fuck,” he repeated, only with more roughness around the edges of his voice, and out of the corner of one eye, I saw his hand curl into a tight fist by the side of his thigh.
I sucked, then swirled my tongue over him, and he let out a soft whimper.
A big hand slid over one shoulder, his palm resting on my back, holding me up while leaving my head free.
I sucked harder, then softer, working him with my tongue as he gasped and growled, his cock thick and hard, the taste of precum salty and a little bitter.
My own balls ached, and I let out a soft moan of my own, turned on by his reactions as much as by what I was doing to him. As though I hadn’t already been almost painfully hard after what he’d done to me with his mouth.
“Rayn,” he gasped out, his hips bucking backwards, away from me, and I knew why.
I had no intention of letting him go, and I pulled harder, sucking him all the way into the back of my throat so that I almost gagged.
“Fuck!”
His other hand found my shoulder, gripping as he clearly fought not to thrust into my mouth.
So I sucked hard, again, then tongued his slit, making his hips rock as he growled again.
I refused to let him go, sucking again, tonguing again, desperate to find out what he tasted like, to feel him pulse in between my lips.
“Ray—” I refused to let him go, instead sliding one finger over his ass and toward his balls, and he let out a snarl as he lost control, hips jerking forward as hot cum spurted into the back of my mouth.
I choked a little, trying to hard to swallow and suck at the same time, and there was worry in his eyes when he pulled back.
I didn’t let him ask the question, pulling him down to kiss me.
His body half-fell into mine, and he moaned at the taste of himself on my lips and tongue, pressing one thigh against my throbbing cock.
“Fuck, Rayn—I—”
I whimpered and pushed against his quad, desperately needing friction.
He pushed himself up a little, studying my flushed face.
“My turn,” he growled.
I expected him to take me into his mouth—but he didn’t. He pushed my legs wide with those big hands, sliding off the bed so he could get at what he wanted—and then tongued the puckered skin of my ass.
I gasped, hips bucking, and he growled in response, gripping my hips and pulling me against him, one leg over each shoulder. And then he did it again, licking and lapping against my ass, licking his way to my balls and back again.
“Ra-aj,” I finally managed to get out his name. “P-please.”
He growled against my flesh. A question and a taunt.