by Jo Raven
He drags me flush against him and kisses me. We stumble across the living room and into my bedroom, shedding clothes as we go.
The thought of having him trust me enough to let me hold him, jack him off, fuck him and make him come is burning like a supernova in my mind. Is it because he says he can’t get hard with other men? That he can’t come with them? No idea.
Everything else just fades. There’s only him and me. When his naked body slides against mine, I almost shoot my load on the spot.
“Come here,” I whisper and drag him up, his weight settling on top of me, his muscular thighs encasing my hips, his hard-on rubbing on my super excited dick.
Oh yeah. That taut body shifting on top of me, strong arms trembling slightly as he bends over me, pressing our hard-ons together, our chests, his piercings a counterbeat of discomfort in the deafening hum of pleasure. His mouth whispers over the scruff of my jaw, his silver earrings scraping, cold, against my skin when he trails his hot mouth down my neck.
He shifts, his cock thickening, and he moans against my skin. The colorful ink on his arms blurs in my eyes as he rocks his hips, humping me, and I wonder what it would feel like if he fucked me instead? In my limited experience, I’ve always been the one on top, but with Jason… Yeah, with him, anything is in the cards.
His hips roll once more, and this time I’m the one moaning, raising my hips to feel him better. “Damn, you’re killing me.”
He does a slight push up, his biceps and pecs shifting and tightening, only to slide his cock more firmly against mine. He smirks faintly, runs his tongue over those sharp teeth, and my dick jerks. I’d give everything I own for that wicked smile.
For him.
“What do you want?” I ask even as the need to bury myself as deep inside him as possible is burning me from the inside out. “In your dreams…” Because it seems that’s the only place where he can let go. “What does your lover do to you in your dreams?”
“You,” he whispers, and I frown, uncomprehending. “In my dreams, it’s always you.”
Fuck. I drag him back down for a long, hard kiss that has us both panting. “And what do I do to you?”
“You kiss me, fuck me, hold me. Overpower me. It feels…” He swallows thickly. “Safe.”
I was gonna have him ride me, but it sounds like he needs something different right now, and God help me, I’ll give it to him. Plenty of time for exploring more positions later. When he’s realized he’ll always be safe here with me.
So I wrap my arms around him, twist and flip him over. Hey, looks like my self-defense sessions at the gym with the Inked Brotherhood and Damage Boyz have paid off.
This time, despite the surprised oof leaving his lungs as he lands on his back, he doesn’t kick and punch at me. Eyes wide, pupils dark and dilated, he stares up at me and slides his hands down to my hips.
“So what will you do about it, huh?” Challenging me, his mouth curving into another sexy smirk. More like the Jason I used to know, and yet… not the same. A mixture of his cocky façade and the real him.
“I’ll make your fantasies come true,” I inform him.
And mine, at the same time.
He shifts. I shift, too, dick on dick, bristly thighs tangling together. I lower my head to latch on his shoulder, and he lifts a hand, tugging on my hair.
“Yeah,” he whispers, almost as if he doesn’t realize he’s speaking out loud. That his body is rocking, finding a rhythm.
This sleek, muscled, inked bad boy wants me. He really wants me. He came to me, still snarling and scratching like a wild animal. But he’s here. He came of his own volition. He asked to stay. The way he looks at me tells me much more than words ever could.
I’m not a job anymore, and the way he moves against me, the way he touches me… seeking his own pleasure together with mine, trying new things, rubbing himself on me shamelessly… it’s amazing.
Not that Jason Vega ever had any shame about his body—that I could sense, at least. But this isn’t him letting me take my pleasure. Or even asking me to force his release. No, this is us, moving together.
This feels too good to last, so I lick at the bite I left on his shoulder and sit up a little. I lower a hand between our bodies and find his cock, thick and hot, the head wet with precum, and rub my thumb over the small, weeping slit.
He gasps and arches into my hold, helplessly rocking up. Need and awe flashes through his gaze, and I could take on the whole damn world to make him happy. Dammit, I will if I have to.
But that’s a thought for later.
“What do you want?” I ask, again, because that’s all that matters. He may dream of me in control, but in reality, he’s the one calling the shots.
“Show me.” So much fucking trust in his eyes. “Again.”
How good it can be.
That it wasn’t a one-off thing last night. That sex can really be so great, that I won’t cause him pain, that he really is worth it—to me.
Now, I’m probably reading too much into his three little words, but hell, I think I’m becoming an expert in Jason-speak, attuned to the tone of his voice, his body language, that break in his voice when he opens himself up to me, tearing down his walls.
I drag the newly bought bottle of lube and the box of condoms from the bedside table onto the mattress. Prepared or not, I need him as relaxed as possible, and I plan on getting him off before I sink into him this time.
Tearing open a foil packet, I put on a condom anyway, in case things get out of control later on. His gaze is hot on me as I throw the foil away and grab the bottle of lube. I pour some on my hand, coat my fingers.
“One day,” I tell him, “we’ll do this skin to skin. Imagine how much better it will feel.”
“Raine…”
Settling back between his legs, I stop his protests, his doubts, with a kiss, my slippery hand stroking his thigh. I reach between us and give his cock a few good, strong strokes that have him groaning, his hard-on solid and trembling in my grip.
I kiss the edge of his mouth, his jaw, and when I look up, he’s got his eyes screwed shut, his breathing coming uneven and fast. So damn beautiful, sprawled on my bed, surrendering to me.
“I’m gonna warm you up,” I warn him, not sure if he has triggers—or rather what they are. “Open up for me.”
I nudge his legs further apart with mine, and he lets me. I slide my hand between them, and I take a moment to massage his balls and the sensitive skin behind them, feeling the tremors going through him.
“Oh fuck…” he chokes out when I slide two fingers into his ass. “What are you doing…?”
I crook my fingers, thanking the gods of the internet for the tips and explanations, and nail him in what I hope is his prostate.
His body jolts, jackknifing on the mattress, his eyes flying open wide. His ass clamps hard around my fingers. “Holy fuck.” A flush rises to his cheeks. He bites the inside of his cheek to stifle a loud moan and fails. “Do that again. Oh shit…”
My cock swells more, my balls heavy, my stomach clenching. I take a couple of deep breaths.
He’s so hot. His strong chest rises and falls fast as I fuck him with my fingers, that damn piercing in his nipple flashing, his gleaming, scarred skin calling me. His arms have dropped to the sides, and with the way he’s gripping my sheets I wouldn’t wonder if he tears them to shreds by the time he comes. His head has fallen back and the tendons in his neck stand out like cords.
Goddammit, I want him to lose control, come apart and let me in, not just in his body but in his mind, too.
“Raine, you just…” His hips lift and fall, his dick leaving wet trails on his taut stomach with every thrust of my fingers. His breath is coming in short, harsh huffs. “Chrissakes, fuck me.”
Yes.
I drag my fingers out, lift his legs up, grab my dick and push into him. And the world around us fades to nothing.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Jason
I’m drowning. The need i
s too fucking big, it’s swallowing me whole. Ripping the sheets off the bed won’t save me. Nothing can. He’s sunk inside me, so deep. My body’s straining, my muscles tense, my back bowing, the pressure in my gut killing me. If I don’t come, I’ll fucking die, and when I come, I’ll explode like a fucking star.
Messier, though.
The thought almost makes me smile, but he presses down, bending me in half, fucking me so hard my breath stops. My balls ache and my dick burns, caught between our bodies. And as if all that’s not enough, he manages to free a hand and grip my chin.
“Look at me, Jase. Look at me.”
So God help me, I do, and it’s too much. Because I can’t hide in any way, I can’t pretend this is anything else but what I’ve always wanted.
Making love. Raine Storm making love to me, his scent, his warmth, his intense eyes boring straight into mine. Pushing. Always pushing.
I hope he never stops.
And I’m coming, my body giving in before the thought is finished. My teeth are gritting against a howl of near unbearable release, white light playing behind my lids. The pleasure bounces from my dick to my balls to my ass to fucking everywhere, until I think my skin will explode, unable to contain it.
Not sure I can survive this.
Any of this.
“Jase,” he breathes, stroking my face, the soft touch grounding me in the tsunami of my release, keeping me from getting washed away—and at the same time breaking me to pieces. “You okay?”
Not letting me gather myself. I push at his solid chest. “Gimme… a sec, okay?”
He blinks. Sits up, pulling out of me. “Sure.”
Belatedly I realize how selfish I seem. He hasn’t come yet, but I need to turn away from him. My eyes are burning, my cheeks feel wet, and I can’t let him see. He’s seen too much already.
And he breaks me all over again when he gently rolls me over, on my stomach, and covers me with his body, just lying there, stroking the back of my neck, the curve of my shoulder, patient and quiet.
What the fuck’s wrong with me? Last night was awesome, too, so why am I coming apart tonight?
You realized something, my mind informs me, all smug and shit, and I’m too wiped out to stop it. You realized Raine’s right.
Shut up.
You use your body as a lure, a trap, and when that’s done, you tune out. Vacate the premises, letting the customer do as he pleases. Feeling nothing.
You never thought sex could be so damn good. Bright, deep, fiery, amazing. A deeper bond. A sacred act. A promise.
Shut. Up.
You never thought Raine would be like this. That he’d treat you like you matter. That anyone would, in fact—but especially him.
Because you’re in love with him. And every little thing he says or does means so much more, and now…
I wipe my hand over my eyes. Goddammit.
That’s why my body had gone cold for all these years, shutting out any connection between my body and mind. It was to keep me from going off the deep end. But now that protection is gone.
His lips touch my shoulder blade, and I shiver. “Did I hurt you?” he whispers.
“Fuck no.” My voice comes out thick and I swallow. “No.”
“Okay. Do you want to sleep? Or…” He kisses my back. “Damn, Jase, turn around and let me hold you. I promise I will do just that. Anything you need.”
What do I need? My thoughts are a jumble. His hard-on is thick and hot against my thigh. “Come inside me,” I breathe. “I wanna feel it.”
He produces a choked moan. “You sure? You don’t have to—”
“Please.” I twist a bit, just enough to feel his cock between my ass cheeks. My body clenches deep inside in anticipation. “I want it.”
With a groan, he lifts himself off me, the head of his cock nudging at my ass. It slips inside, inch by inch, and my mouth opens on a silent cry.
Holy shit, the burn is delicious, his hard length rubbing against every sensitive nerve ending, until I’m squirming on the bed, my dick hardening again.
It was supposed to be a distraction for him, and a chance to give something back, but as he sinks home and starts moving, I’m suddenly ready to go once more, my balls tight and my dick so stiff it aches.
“Jase…” His voice is tight, his hips snapping fast. “I can’t hold back… Fuck.”
I don’t want him to hold back. I’d tell him, but I can’t find the words, I just hope he keeps going for a few more thrusts.
He reaches past me to grab the headboard, nailing me again and again, his groans louder as his dick drives into me.
I reach down between my legs and grip my hard-on. I give it a few tugs, hissing between my teeth at the new onslaught of sensation, and then tense as another rush of pleasure rolls over me, taking away my fucking breath. My body jerks and I come all over the sheets, the pleasure so sharp it hurts.
“Holy shit, Jase…” Raine slams into me once more, then again, forcing a whimper from me, and stills, buried deep in my ass, groaning deep in his chest, his cock pulsing inside me.
Holy shit is correct.
Crazy shit.
The kind of crazy that changes your world.
I wake up in the dark.
I’m lying on my back, my heart pounding, sweat cooling on my skin and soaking my pillow, but the dream… it has already faded.
Good thing, too. The only dreams I care about remembering feature Raine between my legs or over me, shoving pleasure into me until I have no choice but to take it.
The images flashing through my mind aren’t all dreams, though. Last night… That was so fucking good. And to top it all, Raine is right there, beside me, one leg slung over mine, one hand resting on my hip.
I take a moment to study him in the faint light from the dawning sky outside the window—the floppy dark hair on his forehead, the thick dark brows, the long lashes and parted lips, the stubble on his jaw, the dark band inked on his arm.
So many dark things about him, and that makes me think of his past. He made it through just fine. Sure, he has nightmares sometimes. We have that in common. But he didn’t end up on the street like me. He’s not afraid. He isn’t selling his body, his soul, to survive.
He had help. His brother. And now his friends. I bet they made all the difference. People he could rely on, people who made sure he didn’t sink. If I had friends like that, a family… would things have ended up differently for me?
I wonder if Jesse Lee came looking for me. Since I changed my usual haunts and sent everyone away, I have no way of knowing whether he came by or not, and I haven’t seen Ocean ever since Raine told me about their suspicions about me.
But I have Raine. Right? He said that… not in so many words, but he implied it and… What if I talked to him, told him everything?
Yeah, and put him in danger. Put his friends and family in danger. Ruin him.
Panic squeezes my chest, and it’s all I can do not to bolt upright and run away. All the reasons why I shouldn’t have come here return to screw with my mind. I should go now.
And of course Raine chooses this moment to wake up. Why make this easier, right?
Those long lashes lift. Lower. Lift again. “Mff,” he says.
Man, he has no fucking right to be so cute and sexy so early in the day.
Also, I guess that was code for good morning.
And a cue for me to leave. “Hey.” I brace my elbows on the mattress and start to sit up. “I’m just gonna—”
“Wait, wait, wait.” The hand on my hip slides over my stomach and holds me down like a steel cable. He lifts up on one elbow, props his head on his hand and looks down at me. “Where do you think you’re going? The sun’s not even up yet.”
“Raine—”
“We need to talk.”
That sounds like a distorted echo of my earlier thoughts. “No, we don’t.”
In a blink, he climbs on top of me and has me pinned to the bed, his mouth an inch from mine. “No? How about ki
ssing, then?”
I don’t reply, but I don’t have to. My traitorous body reacts, or maybe it was primed all along from sleeping beside him, his scent, his presence getting me hard so fast my head spins.
His mouth brushes over mine, and his tongue parts my lips. He kisses me deeply, his hard-on rubbing over my stiffening dick, and I can’t remember why I was about to go. He places his arms on either side of my face and kisses me until I can’t remember my own name, until my pulse throbs in my cock and balls.
When he finally lifts his head, leaving my mouth burning and my whole body straining against him, he says, “Be with me.”
I lick my lips. “I am.”
“Not just now. Not just here. Be with me.” He brushes hair out of my face. “Stay with me. Trust me, Jase.”
“I do. I…”
“You need to get off the streets. It’s too dangerous, especially with Simon holding a knife over your head.”
What the fuck. All arousal leaves me—well, my dick hasn’t received the message yet, but hey whatever—and I give him a good, hard shove so that I can sit up. “I said I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“I will help you.” He puts a hand on my arm.
