RAIN
Chapter fifty-two
I’ve hurt him. Again.
Tears stream down his face, wetting his neck and chest, a quiet sob falling from his lips as he fights to pull me back in to kiss him. I allow it, still fighting my own tears.
A groan works its way up my throat as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, sinking his teeth into it.
Copper coats my tongue as our hands swipe over one another to remove each item of clothing.
Wrenching my lips from his, I lay out my shirt and then tug him to me before I lay him back on it.
Me knees sink into the wet ground as I snatch my pants from the forest floor and pull out my belt.
“What are you…” he trails off when I pull his wrists together and figure-eight the belt around them. He hisses at the leather biting his skin as I tighten it and pin his arms to his stomach. “Rain,” he pleads, and I hate how broken his voice sounds.
“I’m right here, baby.”
“Hurry,” he growls impatiently. Sitting back on my haunches, I spit on my hand and begin stroking myself roughly, trying to ease the ache. “Fuck me!” His screamed demand echoes in eerie surrounding.
I spit in my hand again and smear it over his ass to wet him, quickly sliding in my fingers in to stretch him.
I don’t like that we don’t have lube and I don’t have the resources to take the proper precautions to lessen his pain, but I’ll make do with what I have.
Any mess doesn’t bother me in the slightest, but I don’t want him feeling embarrassed if there is.
I gently pull out my three fingers and position myself on top of him, watching the tears continue to glide past his temples. Heart smashing against my ribs, I slide my hand beneath his head and capture his lips with my bleeding ones, a tear leaking from my eye as I guide myself in.
He groans into my mouth, his tight ass welcoming me. I force myself to the hilt and pull back to the head before slamming into him again.
“Harder,” he moans against my neck, sucking on the already assaulted skin.
I smile at the throb of each mark he leaves as he continues to my chest. Pulling my hips back, I slam into him again, causing us to slide along the ground.
“More,” he begs.
“More?” I taunt, pulling back and thrusting forward harder.
Seems he’s become accustomed to the pain of being fucked.
I wrap my hand around his throat and place the other beside his head. His mouth falls further open as I pull out completely, then bury myself deep inside him again. His hair jolts from the force, his cock slapping against his stomach.
“More?” I taunt again.
He tries to swallow past my grip but fails. I moan from the rush of pleasure as I keep myself buried and roll my hips against him.
“Fuuuck,” he moans.
Heat slithers beneath my skin as I sit back and spit on his cock. “Hands,” I order. Hooded, wet eyes stay locked on mine as he begins jerking himself with his bound hands. “Well done, baby,” I praise, and he moans, tightening his grip.
I spit on my cock and then wrap my hands around his thighs and tip my head back. The feel of his heat, the sounds of him jerking himself, and those addicting moans are my own personal ecstasy.
My head swims, and moans burst from my chest while I fuck him harder.
“God, fuck!” he screams as I wrap my hand around his throat and slam the other beside his head, towering over him. He jolts along the ground, squeezing his eyes shut when I slam into him again.
“You want harder, you get harder,” I taunt, incrementally tightening my grip around his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs beneath my hand, and choppy moans coat his lips.
“Three,” I count.
His eyes hood, the sloshing of his hands picking up rapidly.
“Two.”
Unintelligible noises get stuck against my hand and his eyes roll.
“One,” I growl and release his throat.
He sucks in a deep breath, and raspy moans follow as I continue my ruthless thrusts, cum covering his chest and stomach.
“More,” I demand. His ass pulses around me as I crush my lips to his. My fingers bury into the dirt, the cool breeze shooting across my heated body as I pull back and slam into him, I keep myself buried deep as my cock pulses inside him.
I sit back, and he hisses when I pull out, gripping the backs of his thighs to keep them in the air. Moonlight pools around his body, and I tilt my head, watching my cum leak out of him.
He swallows deeply when I rub my cock over his ass, gathering the cum.
“R—” My name is cut off by a groan when I thrust forward and fuck it back inside him.
“You take all my cum, baby. Always.”
Pulling on my slacks, socks, and shoes, I kneel beside Rome and pull his sweats up his legs.
He lifts enough for me to secure them on his hips.
Undoing my belt, I hold out my hand and help him stand and then gather the rest of my clothes.
Dimples indent his cheeks when I bend down and wrap my hands around his thighs to lift him.
His arms immediately come around my shoulders, and he slumps against me as I carry him back toward our home.
I’d debated the entire drive home whether to tell him about tomorrow night.
Part of me wanted to spend tonight fucking and then sleep with him in my arms. At least he’d be happy, though oblivious.
The rest of me knew I’d need to divulge the truth, that continuing to hide things from him would only be catastrophic to our relationship.
I trust him, and I need him to trust me.
I don’t know how many people Smith has with him, I opened a can of worms by putting him in jail.
His arrest, along with the three others, started a larger crime investigation into the sites he used.
Various people were fined or charged due to their attempts at gaining child pornography, a few connected to those sites right here in London.
Ezra may have them on his side, he may not. I can’t be certain.
I don’t like being uncertain.
I like definite outcomes, always have. Math, computers—there’s one right answer, one line of code that when sequenced correctly produces the desired outcome. I’m much like my father in that way. I don’t like the unknown, but that is exactly what I’m walking into.
Blade has vouched for Xander’s aim and ability to stay calm, which eases me slightly. Blade he doesn’t crack under pressure, especially when there’s a gun in his hand.
The last week, I’ve been reevaluating my life for Rome’s sake. I do get satisfaction from what I do, knowing those who have sexually assaulted others, raped them or beat them, are met with a bullet. It’s a win-win for us, and those sick fucks get what they deserve.
Admitting to Rome what my family does and him loving me regardless has made it clear he has trust in me to never allow an innocent person to be harmed.
“Shit,” Rome whispers as I carry him into our bedroom and kick the door shut.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, continuing through the closet into the bathroom.
“Its…” he trails off, laughing into my neck.
I smile and gently place him down, his bloodshot eyes squinting against the harsh light. “My cum is leaking out of your ass, isn’t it?” I grin, dropping my dirty clothes in a pile.
“One day I’ll come in your ass and then fuck it back inside you.”
“Please do.”
His hands still on his waistband, and you could swear I just insulted him by how angry he looks. “What happened to ‘you don’t top with me’?”
I throw my head back, laughing at the adorable American accent he just mocked me with. “I’m down to take turns fucking each other.” He rips his pants down and flips me off while stomping toward the shower. “Babyyy.”
“You tell me this now?” he grumbles, turning on the shower.
I remove my clothes and step behind him, brushing my lips across his ear. “You love being fucked,” I whisper, and he inhales sharply at the feel of my fingers spreading the cum covering his ass. “Tomorrow night, when I’m back, you can fuck me.”
“Rain—”
“Deal?” I cut off his protest, because I will have a future with him.
He spins to face me, cupping the water in his hand. Gently, he washes the tattoo I got before meeting my father and whispers against my lips, “Deal, but be prepared, baby. I’ll have you screaming.”
I groan and move to kiss him, but he pulls back, pressing his finger to my lips. Taking the cloth from behind him, he wets it and begins cleaning the cut on my lip.
I am irrevocably in love with this man. All I can think about is the ring tucked away in the back of the safe on my side of the closet.