Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“It’s been too long… I can’t… unnh,” Rayne gasped, his hips thrusting faster as if begging Mike to speed up and stop the torture.
It’d been a while for Mike too, but it’d been almost an eternity since he’d indulged his truest desires. If Rayne was trying to tell him that the grinding already had him close, then Mike was relieved because he was right there with him.
“You want me to make you come, Rayne?”
“Yes, god, please.” Rayne’s lids were squeezed shut as he pumped his hips faster, his body damp with sweat, his face flushed with craving.
Mike released Rayne’s wrists and gripped his hips, pulling him upward as he drove down. He was already there, his dick swelling and pulsing against Rayne’s. His orgasm was knocking against the base of his spine, bowing his back as Rayne dug his heels into the backs of his thighs for more leverage. He looked uninhibited and gorgeous, and the scent of his potent arousal was driving Mike mad.
Rayne jolted hard, then hollered Mike’s name as warmth seeped between their stomachs. Long limbs tightened around him and squeezed as Rayne moaned his pleasure against his throat. Mike was only a heartbeat away from exploding when Rayne eased his hand between their slick bodies and gripped his shaft. His hands were soft, smooth, like a man who’d never done manual labor as he slowly stroked him from base to tip.
“Mmm, you’re so hard for me.” Rayne sounded mesmerized, like he was talking to himself.
Mike grunted, the urge to release overwhelming.
“I want you to come all over me, Mike,” Rayne purred.
Want was a luxury—Mike needed to do that more than he had to take his next breath. They were staring down at each other’s cocks, Rayne’s soft and seeping against his thigh while Mike’s throbbed in Rayne’s fist. He squeezed him tighter and added a twist on his upstroke that made flashes of light spark behind Mike’s eyelids. He was about to blow, and there’d been no way for him to give a warning as the power of his orgasm caught him off guard. He lurched violently, the first release hitting Rayne’s throat, the next one landing on his chest before the last of his cum spewed over Rayne’s knuckles. He slowed his strokes as white-hot ecstasy sizzled inside of Mike that seemed to go on forever.
Rayne wrung every drop from him, his hands still touching him, his mouth continuing to blaze searing kisses along his shoulder. It was so much that Mike had to catch Rayne’s wrist to stop the overstimulation.
Rayne said he knew how to satisfy him, and holy fuck, he hadn’t been exaggerating. Yet Mike had a thrilling suspicion that Rayne had only given him a minuscule taste of what he could really do to pleasure him.
Chapter Thirty-six
Rayne
Rayne could barely keep his eyes open from the explosive orgasm he’d just had after eleven months of abstinence. Damn, had it really been that long? He vaguely heard Mike moving around in the hall bathroom and the sound of water running, but his eyelids were too heavy to remain open.
“Hey. I’m gonna wipe you off.” Mike’s gruff voice penetrated his hazy mind before he felt a warm cloth swiping over his throat and chest.
“No, don’t,” Rayne whispered. He wanted to stay lathered in Mike’s essence all night.
Mike chuckled, and the rumbling sexiness of it made Rayne writhe against the sheets. They smelled of musk and something floral that made him want to nestle farther beneath them and never leave. He was hoping Mike didn’t want him to go back to his room, at least not yet anyway. He was relieved when Mike turned off the lamp on the nightstand and got in bed behind him. Rayne sighed as he was pulled against a solid chest, and thick arms closed around him. An unfamiliar tenderness swept through him when he felt Mike’s mouth against the base of his neck.
“You always smell so good,” Mike huffed into his hair.
Rayne’s grin was lazy and wistful. “You do too.”
Mike pfft’d lightly. “I smell like a man.”
“Mmm, my man.”
Rayne could feel the slight curve of Mike’s lips, and he squeezed tighter as if Mike liked the sound of that. Rayne pushed his ass against Mike’s pelvis, stretching his arms out in front of him. He jerked in surprise when his left knuckles brushed over cold, hard steel beneath his pillow.
“What is—?”
“Shhh, it’s okay,” Mike said in the darkness, then slid his hand under Rayne’s pillow and removed a frightening handgun that glistened in the faint light filtering in through the sheer curtains.
Mike took the gun and tucked it in the top drawer of his nightstand before he turned back toward Rayne with a somber expression. Rayne shifted until he and Mike were facing each other. They didn’t speak for a long moment while Rayne gazed into Mike’s dark eyes, trying to understand him, trying to see him.