Page 40 of Praying for Rain

She grips me through the silky fabric of the athletic shorts, which were already tented and struggling to contain what she’s done to me. My cock is at full attention, swollen and throbbing in her hand, as she gently holds my head to her breast. Her touch is so tender; it causes another surge of emotion to tighten around my throat. It hurts, the way she touches me. It’s fucking killing me.

And I’m going to let it.

Rain slides her hand up and down over my shaft through the slippery material as I suck and tongue and worship her other nipple. My every breath on her flesh elicits a reaction, and when I kiss my way back up to her mouth, when I slide both hands over her full ass and tease her slick folds from behind, that reaction is a purr so sweet it vibrates every nerve in my body like a guitar string.

Rain dips her fingers into the waistband of my shorts and guides them down, carefully releasing me. Then, her lips take the same amount of care as they travel from my mouth to my jaw, forging a trail of lingering kisses down my neck and sternum. She takes a step back and bends at the waist as she continues her descent. All I can do is stand here and let her cut me open. That’s what her trail of kisses feels like—the slice of a fucking scalpel. She’s peeling back my layers, exposing all of my unlovable insides, and she’s pretending that she likes what she sees.

But she doesn’t. No one ever has, and no one ever will.

The second she sinks to her knees, just before she puts that lying mouth on my cock, I grab her by the hair and pull her head back to face me. “You don’t have to do this,” I rasp. And, for once, I’m shocked to realize that I mean it.

I want to be inside of her but not like this. This is how the bar flies try to please me. The tourists and college girls and drunken divorcées. They get down on their knees and look up at me like porn stars while they suck me off, practically begging me to fall in love with them.

Daddy issues, all of them.

This bitch has daddy issues, too, and here she is, looking up at me with big, desperate eyes, about to put my cock in her mouth to win my approval … just like the rest of them.

“You don’t want …” Rain’s voice trails off as I drop to my knees, too.

Grabbing the backs of her thighs, I pull her forward until she’s straddling my lap. Her tits are flush against my chest, her lips are once again grazing mine, and I’ve got her plump, round ass in both hands.

“Perfect,” I whisper.

Rain smiles against my mouth as she begins to slide her wet pussy along the length of my shaft. I devour that smile. I chew it up and swallow it. And I feel it burn like fire inside of me, illuminating things I thought were gone forever.

Things I hoped would stay that way.

I don’t want to press her to have sex. Hell, I don’t even know if she’s done it before. But, when Rain threads her fingers into my hair and cradles my head in her hands and sinks down onto me with a gasp, I’m suddenly the one feeling inexperienced. This isn’t sex. This is so far outside the realm of sex that I don’t even know where I am.

All I know is that it hurts. There’s pressure everywhere. My chest feels like it’s about to explode. My head is pounding. My eyes burn like I’ve been pepper-sprayed. And my balls are already tightening in response to Rain’s warm welcome.

I wrap my arms around her waist and try to accept everything she’s giving me even though it cuts me to the bone. I try to give it back, but I feel clunky and uncoordinated. I don’t know how to do what she’s doing. I don’t even know if there’s anything left of me to give.

She’s not afraid as she pulls me in fully, grinds against me, and sears me with her napalm kisses. It’s like she’s done this a hundred times before. And that’s when I realize … she has.

In this very room.

With someone else.

Rain’s not making love to me. She’s making love to him.

The pressure I was feeling suddenly disappears. I can breathe again. I’m not in danger. There is no threat. This is simply a transaction—sex in exchange for a little boyfriend role-play.

Well, that’s too fucking bad. If Rain wants to fuck somebody, she’s gonna have to settle for me.

Grabbing her ass with both hands, I rear up onto my knees and chuckle as she squeals and wraps her arms and legs around me. I stand and drop her onto the mattress, crawling over her like a predator as the MP3 player tumbles to the floor. The singer is whining about some girl who left a tear in his heart. I feel bad for the guy. He really shouldn’t let himself get that attached.

I form a plank over Rain’s body, careful not to touch her as I line myself up with her tight little slit. That’s all she’s getting from me. I do the using in this relationship, and tonight, I’m using her for sex. Boyfriend role-play not included.

The moment I plunge inside of her, Rain wraps her thick thighs around my waist and laces her fingers together behind my neck. “Come here,” she whispers, tugging me toward her, and the huskiness in her voice has me dropping to my elbows to kiss her.

Rain’s lips are brutally soft. Her touch, too. I thrust into her harder, hoping she’ll take the hint and drop the act, but she’s determined to make this fantasy happen. I’m just about to flip her over and take her from behind when a single syllable stops me in my tracks.

“Wes …”

Wes.

Not What’s-his-face.

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