Page 38 of After the Rain
“So, uhm, basically, I know I’ve been a bit AWOL recently, well, for quite a while really, but I’ve been going through the process of becoming registered to adopt. And yesterday, I got a call to say that a little girl called Nancy had been matched to me, and I’ll be going to meet her tomorrow with a view to bringing her home in a week or so.” He swallows the rest of his drink, wincing at the creamy texture – I suspect that was not as refreshing or alcoholic as he might have liked right now.
The room is silent for a moment, and I worry that Nash is about to face a stream ofobjections from his family about adopting alone and becoming a single parent by choice. I needn’t have worried. As one, the Foster family erupts into cheers of support, and Bev and Mike are both in tears, wrapping Nash up in a hug. Corey and I sit the celebrations out, despite Aidan tipping me off his lap unceremoniously to get to his big brother. I take a seat next to Corey, who won’t meet my eyes but has a small smile on his face, like he’s happy for Nash, too.
When Aidan manages to get Nash alone in the corner of the room a few minutes later, their heads are close together as they whisper to each other before Aidan wraps his brother up in a bone-crushing hug.
We stay for another hour or so, but then everyone is exhausted, especially after the drama of Eve Eve, which we all agreed not to discuss on Christmas Day, and we head home.
Corey offers to take Pax for a walk down the river path as he says he wants to stretch his legs, but I suspect he wants to give me and Aidan a bit of time alone together. I’m far too full for anything sexual, but we do settle on the sofa under my favourite blanket with a cup of tea and watch the Christmas specialBake Offthat we set to record.
Corey returns about an hour later, and we settle down together to watchDie Hard,which,we all agree, definitelyisa Christmas movie.
By the time Aidan and I head upstairs to bed, I’m almost shaking from how horny I am. That motherfucker spent the entirety ofDie Hardwith me on his lap, a blanket thrown over us, and his fucking hand stroking my dick over my jeans. After two hours without eating anything, I feel a lot less full and a lot more horny. I still can’t let him fuck me because, you know, carbs. But there are so many other things we could do, and he fucking knows what he was fucking doing. Yes. I swear a lot when I’m horny, OK?!
By the time he closes the bedroom door I’m already on the bed waiting for him. He turns around and winks at me. That fucker. I crook my finger at him and beckon him over to me.
“You OK, baby?” he asks, a cheeky grin on his stupid, gorgeous face.
“No. I’m not. And I’m going to need you to fix it, love.” I huff at him. He laughs and says, “I’m sure that can be arranged.” Well, little does he know that he’s not the only one with tricks up his sleeve.
“I should hope so. There’s one more present for you to unwrap.” His eyes darken, and in seconds, he’s covering my whole body with his as he takes my mouth in a brutal kiss, only separating when he drags my shirt and jumper off over my head.
Twenty-Eight
Aidan
After kissing him senseless for a few minutes, whilst trying not to come in my own pants after basically edging myself for the last two hours on the sofa with Corey sat right there next to us, my hand covering Rain’s hard cock, I sit up and unfasten the button and zip of his skin-tight jeans before peeling them down his legs. The sight that is exposed to me almost makes me come immediately. Rain is wearing only his underwear. Except these are not the usual plain black cotton boxer briefs that I’ve seen him in so far. No. These are a deep-indigo coloured pair of lace underwear. They stretch across his groin like a band of ribbon around a gift, just like he said – and what a fucking gift he is. The way they frame his cock and balls is so fucking sexy it’s almost obscene. I look up at his face and see him biting his lower lip between his teeth, a nervous look on his face.
“Do you like them?” His timid voice breaks something inside me, and I immediately crawl over him to free his bruised lip from his teeth.
“Baby.” I kiss him soundly. “I have never.” I kiss him again. “Seen anything.” And again. “So fucking sexy in my life.” He breathes out a relieved exhale as I kiss him one more time.
“Oh, thank God.”
I go back to his legs and finish peeling his jeans from his feet, where I left them dangling from his ankles before I quickly divest myself of my own clothes.
I make my way back up his legs, kissing his smooth skin as I go, until I’m face-to-face with his lace-covered cock. I nuzzle into the crease where his thigh meets his groin and take a deep inhale. His scent is so perfectly him here. Woodsy with a hint of sweetness, like candy floss on bonfire night or something. Fuck knows. I’m not a poet. I can’t accurately describe his scent. All I know is that it’s fucking catnip for me. I want to roll around in it while it drives me fucking crazy.
I mouth at his hard length through the lace and am hit by a pang of disappointment that in order to put my dick inside him, I’ll need to remove these panties.
“What?” Rain asks, his voice confused. I look up at him with a raised eyebrow, asking himsilently what he means. “Your face looked sad all of a sudden.” His lip is back between his teeth, and I can’t have that.
“I just realised that I’d have to take these off to get inside you, baby, that’s all. And Ireallylike them, so I can’t just rip them.” He chuckles saucily, and I frown quizzically at him.
“What?” Now I’m the one confused.
He pushes me back while he slowly rolls over onto his front, and oh fuck me. There, right over the crease of his arse, is a gap in the lace. An opening stitched into the lace that means I can make love to him while he wears them. I may die.
Well, I’m not fucking him tonight as we both ate way too much at dinner – it’s Christmas after all. But it’s good to know for future reference. For tonight? I think I can manage maybe one more little midnight snack.
Diving in like I’ve not eaten for days, I pull his pert, lace-covered cheeks apart and lick a sloppy strip up his crease with the flat of my tongue, groaning at the musky taste of him. I lap at his hole like a man possessed, loving how it flutters under my tongue as Rain moans and whines into the pillow. The soft lace under my rough hands feels sinful and sensual all at once. I’ll quite happily bankrupt myself buying many, many, many more pairs of lace underwear for thisman as long as I get to look at him wearing every single one. I spear my tongue inside his rim, just a tiny bit. Listen, I love eating arse, but we have to be realistic about the human body and what is and isn’t sensible on a full stomach. Scat play is NOT my kink.
Rain cries out into the pillow as I pull my tongue in and out of him, just the tip, before quickly lapping at his hole repeatedly.
“Fuck, Aidan. Babe. You’re gonna make me come,” Rain gasps as I don’t let up. I squeeze his arse cheeks hard, thrilling at how that movement exposes his hole to me even more. My own dick is so hard, and I would kill to slide into Rain right now. Ah, the sacrifices we make. Rain’s pants quicken as I remain relentless in my assault on his hole, fluttering and spearing my tongue before licking down his taint and sucking his balls. The next time I move back up to his tight pucker, he cries out, and I know he just came untouched. Fuck. I’m about to come.
I pull off him and he whines as his orgasm continues to spasm through his body. Taking my own dick in hand, I spit onto the head of my cock and use it to lubricate my fast, tight strokes. It doesn’t take long before I’m coming in hot, white stripes across his sexy, lace panties and his sopping wet hole. As my climax comes to an end, a full-body shudder rolls through me, and I fallforward on top of Rain, squishing him down into the bed. It’s sticky and gross, but we are both too exhausted to move. We’ll regret it in the morning, but as soon as we regain muscle function, we manoeuvre our way under the covers. We lie on our sides, and I pull him to me, his back to my front, and wrap my arm around his belly, holding him as close to me as I can get him. His lace underwear feels soft against my skin, and I have plans to fuck him through that sinful opening soon. Very fucking soon.
Fuck, I love this man.
