Page 24 of After the Rain
Rain, wearing nothing but a pair of skintight black booty shorts and a snuggly pair of my black, slouchy boot socks, dances like he’s not affected by things the rest of us humans are. Things like weight. Friction. Gravity. No. Not Rain.
He flies. He glides around that pole as though he has wings. His body seems weightless. His skin, coated in a sheen of sweat – unsurprising after almost three hours out here dancing – glows and makes me want to kiss every inch of him. His legs extend away from the pole as he holds himself with only his arms, his lean muscles popping with hidden strength before he raises his legs above his head and opens them into the splits. He then spins around again into some other complex combination of moves I couldn’t name if my life depended on it. The only way I can describe it is: stunning. The way he moves is hypnotising. He floats and bends and reaches with such grace and beauty that my heart swells in my chest, and I swear, a lump fills my throat. His energy is magnetic, and I can’t take my eyes away.
Dancing around a pole has so many seedy connotations thanks to film and TV representations of dingy strip clubs and dive bars. I have never once in my life seen this form of dance expressed as art. That’s what this is. What he is. Art in its purest form. And I can’t believe that this man is mine.
He lands gracefully on his knees and bends backwards so his spine is arched in an almost impossible curve and the top of his head skims the floor, his curls pooling on the mat beneath him. I swallow a sharp breath at the stunning man before me, and the sound I make must alert him to my presence, as he carefully unfolds himself and sits back on his heels. He smiles shyly at me, and I toe my boots off to join him on the mat. He was very clear to me yesterday that outside shoes do not go on his mat.
I kneel in front of him, so close that when I spread my knees, I can pull him flush against me. Before he can utter a single word, I kiss him until he pulls away, panting. I let him breathe for a second, then kiss him again, my tongue seeking his in desperation. He grips the sides of my face in that way he does, which drives me crazy and slows my kisses down until I’m gently worshipping him with my mouth. He pulls away with one, two, three pecks to my lips and smiles up at me.
“Liked that, did you?” I growl and haul him up onto my lap with my arms under his round, firm arse. He wraps his legs around my hips and his arms around the back of my head as I lean into his neck to lick and nibble the sweat from his skin. His musky scent is heady and sends all the blood in my body to my dick. He can definitely feel my length hardening, judging by the way he slowly starts to grind his hips against me and moans into my hair as I continue to taste his neck.
“I want to suck you, baby. Can I?” I ask, desperate to take his cock in my mouth and swallow everything he gives me.
“If there ever comes a time when I say no to that question, you will know that I’ve been taken over by aliens.”
I growl into his neck around my chuckles as I stand with him still in my arms and deposit him on his feet, leaning him back against the pole. I take both his hands and guide him to wrap his wrists around the pole and grip it tightly with both hands.
“Keep them there,” I growl in his ear, sending a shiver through his whole body. The way he reacts to me makes me feel ten feet tall. I’ve never been a dominant man. Sure, I’m big and muscular, but in the few relationships I’ve had before, my anxiety always got in the way, stopping me from doing anything other than justbeing led around to do what my partner wanted in bed. The sense of safety and security I feel with Rain makes it possible for me to explore who I could be. Who I am when it comes to sex. Sex with him, at least.
“Yes, daddy,” the little shit replies at my command with a shit-eating smirk on his gorgeous face.
“Good boy,” I smirk back at him, playing along with his kinky little name game. Daddy/boy kink is something neither of us is into, at least I don’t think so, but I’m not one to back down from a challenge.
I slowly lower myself to the ground, my hands lightly grazing his sides as my tongue traces his neck, his pecs, his nipples, and every other inch I can reach on my way down. I lower those sexy fucking shorts as I go until I expose his perfect cock. He’s not as big as me, but he’s in perfect proportion to his body. Size aside, his dick is just pretty. He’s cut, which is new to me, and poker straight with a tasty-looking vein running along the underside. A vein I trace with the very tip of my tongue as he hisses through his teeth.
“Fuck. Aidan. Love. Yes,” he pants with rapid breaths as I tease his slit with my tongue, lapping up the precum leaking from his tip. As I open my mouth and swallow him down to the root, he cries out and grips my hair tightly in his fists.I pull off immediately, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow.
“What did I say about your hands?” I ask, my voice teasing yet serious. In the blink of an eye, his hands are back up on the pole, and he looks down at me pleadingly. “Good boy,” I say as I take him back into my mouth. I take him deep and gag a little when he hits the back of my throat. I retreat, then take him down again, saliva and his precum filling my mouth and leaking out from the corners of my lips. He’s breathing harder and harder now, a jumble of nonsense words spilling from his lips as I bring him right to the edge. I suck on his crown as I retreat from his length, hollowing my cheeks to increase the suction before swallowing him down again to the root until his tip is in my throat. When he starts to shake, I pull off to the sweet sound of his moaning disappointment.
“Nooo. Aidan. No, what? Why did you stop?” His voice is thick with lust and need, but I’ve not finished tasting him yet.
“I’m still hungry. Not ready for you to finish yet.” His horny growl is both sexy as fuck and adorable.
I take one of his socked feet and pull his leg over my shoulder before taking his weight and hooking his other leg over my other shoulder as I rise to standing, Rain’s startled gasp music to myears.
“What the fuck,” he squeaks. “What are you doing? Eeep!” His surprised shout brings a huge smile to my face. I support his arse with my hands as his feet lock behind my head, his hands supporting his torso as he moves up the pole as I stand. His cock is right in front of my face, but I want to taste the very heart of him, so I lift his body a little more with my arms so I can lick around his taint until I reach his perfect, pink hole.
“Jesus fuck, Superman. What the fuck?” I chuckle in the back of my throat as I dive into his flavour, musky and sweaty and all Rain. It’s obscene and raw and fucking delicious. “Don’t, ah! Don’t-don’t you fucking dare drop me, fuck!” Rain babbling with pleasure is the sound I want to be the theme song of my life.
I tease his ring a few times before spearing my tongue and diving into the heart of him. His taste on my tongue makes my eyes roll back in my head, my own dick painfully hard in my joggers. I know a wet spot has formed, but I couldn’t care less at this moment.
I eat him out like a starved man, groaning in pleasure at his taste and the way his hole tightens around my tongue as he gets closer and closer to his release. When he begins to shake again, I lower myself back to the ground, kneelingonce more, testing the strength in my quads, and carefully untangle his legs from my head and set them back on the floor. His legs are wobbly as I rise to face him, but before he can kiss me, I shove two fingers into his hot, wet mouth.
“Suck,” I instruct, my voice not even sounding like my own. He does as instructed – of course he does, my good boy – licking between them, and I swear I have to pinch the base of my dick to within an inch of what won’t cause damage to prevent myself from exploding at the sensation. He knows what his little manoeuvre did to me as well, judging by the glint in his eyes. I pull my fingers out swiftly before lowering myself once again to the floor and swallowing his cock again as I press both my fingers into his wet, sloppy hole. It takes only a couple of hard pulls of my mouth and a firm pressure on his prostate for him to explode his release into my mouth. I swallow him down before saving a few drops of his cum on my tongue. When his orgasm is over, he slides down the pole in front of me, landing on my thighs, his arms coming around my head as I kiss him deeply, sharing his own flavour with him. Rain moans as he sucks his release from my tongue and swallows his own release.
I reach into my joggers as we kiss, releasing my throbbing erection and taking myself in hand.
“On my face, sweetheart,” Rain pants, hisvoice wrecked, as he sinks to his arse on the mat. “Please. Mark me. Make me yours.” He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I kneel up as tall as I can so I can lean over him.
“You are fucking mine. All mine. Fuck!” I pump my fist a few more times as he replies.
“Yours. I’m fucking yours.”
I explode my release in stripes across his lips, his chin, his cheeks, and his forehead. “Beautiful,” I say as he pokes his tongue out of his mouth, licking away as much of my release as he can reach. I help him out with the rest, licking my release off his face and feeding it to him with my tongue.
We kiss until our jaws ache and we are both exhausted on the floor of the studio, wrapped in each other’s arms.
“So, you like it when I dance, then?” he asks when we have both come down from the high, a giggle falling out of his mouth after his words.
