Page 95 of When The Rain Falls

I want to believe that’s true. I want to believe that’s all I need.

She stares at me, all fire and desire as she brings her tongue to my tip and swirls it just under my foreskin. I groan and my thighs tense in pleasure.How the fuck is she so damn good at this?

“Babe,” I manage to growl out. “I never want to forget how you look right now, holding my dick with both hands. So fucking pleased with yourself.” I settle my hand over the back of her head. “But goddammit, suck my cock already.”

Aimee’s face wrinkles in a seductive smile. She kisses my tip. She swipes her tongue across it. When she hesitates again, I wrap my hand around my cock and guide myself between her lips. They part willingly.

“That’s it, baby,” I grunt in anticipation. “Open that pretty mouth for me.” Aimee obeys and before I know it, my cock is disappearing between two pouty lips. I slide smoothly into the back of her throat. My breathing grows ragged and my entire body clenches at the sensation. Aimee slides her lips down farther and I grunt and groan as another wave of pleasure strikes me square in the gut.

I gather her hair in my hands at the nape of her neck. My hand bobs along with her head as she takes me in again and again, each time sinking a little deeper. “Fucking Christ.” I tighten my grip on the makeshift ponytail. Aimee slurps and sucks and I feel myself hitting the back of her throat. She lets out a little choking sound and I pull her head back by her hair until I slide out of her. Then I lean down and kiss her lips.

Her lips are warm from the friction of my cock and as my lips tangle with hers, it hits me. I was so entranced with need for her that I forgot to be worried. Or nervous. Or anxious. I feel myself growing bolder and when I pull Aimee’s head back from mine, I see pure, unadulterated delight in her eyes. Like I’m doing her afavor. Goddammit. I feel like puffing out my chest and slamming my fists into it like the animal that she’s made me.

“You love that cock, don’t you?” I whisper, planting a kiss on the tip of her nose.

Aimee nods, sending my fist at the back of her neck bobbing again.

“Good,” I tell her. “Finish what you started, babe,” I command, laying back down into the mattress. “I want to watch.”

Aimee runs her tongue along the underside of my length, starting at the base. I enjoy how my dick stretches across her face. When she gets to my tip, she sucks me into her mouth. And then I’m in the back of her throat again. And she’s slurping and gagging. The sounds cause something to break off within me and I can’t hold back anymore, I grip her head in both hands and plunge into her. Again and again. Until her face goes red and I panic, pulling out to see if she’s ok.

“Fuck, sorry?—”

“Don’t stop,” she gasps, strings of saliva dripping between her mouth to my cock. “I love it,” she says. Then she licks her lips, tucking the strings of saliva back into her mouth like it’s fucking cotton candy. I’m pretty sure my eyes are bugging out of my head.

I slide back into her and it’s only three more thrusts until my abs clench again. The muscles in my thighs tense. My entire body contracts. An unyielding wave of pleasure surges through me. Black spots form in my vision. And when the climax of pleasure finally crashes down around me, Aimee’s throat works around my length. She gulps me down as I'm spilling. And that alone draws out my climax even farther.

The noise I make is guttural and throaty. My abs are starting to hurt from being contracted for so long. And then everythingin my body goes slack. I fall into the mattress, a corpse who has spilled all his life blood.

Aimee slides me out of her mouth and my dick twitches again and again.

“Fuck," I mutter, reaching for her. I pull her up, kiss her hard, and tuck her under my arm. Her arms wrap around me and we cling to each other. My mind is clouded. I'm clumsy, drunk, and high all at the same time. I forgot I was capable of feeling like this. Deep satisfaction. In my body and in my soul. Because Aimee gives me both.

"I didn't expect you to swallow,” I finally whisper into her hair.

"And I didn't expect you to taste so good."

33TALKING TO PHOTOS

AIMEE

"Aimee.Want to pose for my BeReal?" Ruby asks as she walks up beside me and shoves her phone in my face.

"What's a BeReal?" I ask, batting her phone away with one hand. My other hand is busy reaching into the mixing bowl and pulling out a nice glop of cookie dough.

"It's an app. It sends you a random alert during the day and you're supposed to take a picture of whatever you're doing and post it," she explains. Ruby poses for the picture. She smiles. I pretend to eat her face. She takes the photo and laughs.

It’s been two days since Finn told me the truth. Last night, I snuck over after the girls went to bed. Two hours later, I slinked back out the front door, two orgasms and one nickname—greedy girl—richer. Having Finn as my neighbor is like having thigh-quivering oral sex on tap.

“So, what exactly are we making?” she asks.

“Tacos. But cookies first,” I explain. “Dessert is the most essential part of a meal. It's the last thing you eat. So you have to make it first to make sure it’s just right.”

When I saw Ruby come home off the bus this afternoon, I decided to come hang out with her. Julie’s at band practice and I know Finn doesn’t like her to be alone. She was boredand somehow, we landed on the activity of cooking dinner. Ruby claims her taste buds have been permanently scarred from Finn’s cooking and she’s tired of eating turkey and ketchup sandwiches. Apparently, he always forgets to buy mayonnaise.

“That sounds like something Dad would callcomplete andutter bullshit,” Ruby says. “But he would use more f-words.”

I laugh and pull out a drawer looking for a cookie sheet. I try a series of drawers before I pull one out to find a collection of random pictures and scraps of paper. My hand gravitates to the stack of glossy 4x6 photos. Family photos. From at least a decade ago.

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