Page 24 of Shrouded Desires
“Because it turns me on, Raine.” He straightened then leaned back, revealing his own erection once more. It was thick and almost as long as Raine’s own. The bar glinted beneath the mushroom cap as Storm wrapped his hand around the base of it. “There’s something about watching another man jack his cock that drives me crazy.” He slowly pulled up the length. “You can learn so much from it. How fast,” he grunted as he sped up. “How slow,” he panted, as he slowed once more. “Hell, even how hard he likes to be held.” He squeezed his hand until his knuckles went white. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“Fuck.” Raine’s erection throbbed between his fingers, before a thin stream of precum ran down the side of it.
“Fuck is right.” Storm growled out. “You’re a leaker.”
Raine’s cheeks reddened once more. Storm wasn’t the first man to mention Raine’s tendency to leak when he was aroused. “Yes, Sir.” He stroked a little faster. “Do you like it?”
“Hell yeah.” Storm stopped just shy of the head and squeezed hard. “It’s enough to make me come right now.”
“Seriously?” Raine whimpered. “You could get off on something like that, Sir?”
“I said so, didn’t I?” Storm stroked a bit faster, his free hand reaching beneath to tug on his balls. “To know you’re so hot that you start leaking, to know I pushed you that far. Fuck.” He tipped his head back, his hand clamping down hard on the base of his erection. “I can’t think of anything that pushes my buttons more. It makes me want to lick up every little stream, until you’re begging to come.”
Pleasure coursed through Raine. He’d never been with a guy that loved the fact he leaked. In fact, most of his lovers had requested he lie face down with a towel under him for easy clean up. To hear Sir’s admission was enough to push him to the edge. His orgasm started building at the base of his spine, shooting shards of pleasure up to his brain, warning him that he was about to climax hard. “Sir?” He gasped out, hoping the question was obvious.
“You want to come, boy?” Storm never slowed his pace, his hand now a blur on his cock.
“Please, Sir.” The pressure was building inside of him. He didn’t know if he’d be able to hold it at bay. “It’s been too long…I can’t…” His head tipped back as his hips rose to meet his hand.
“Do it. Come for me.” Storm bit out. “I want to see that pretty cock explode all over that chest of yours.”
“I….” Raine cried out as his climax slammed into him, bursting free to give Storm the visual he needed to unload himself.
Seconds after Raine coated his chest, Storm bellowed his own release coating his fist and abs. Raine licked his lips, wanting nothing more than to clean up the mess with his tongue.
“Can I…” He gasped out the words, gesturing to the dots of semen on Storm’s skin.
Storm growled low in his throat. “Not this time, boy.”
“But why?” He wanted so bad to taste the other man.
Storm narrowed his eyes. “Because if I feel that little tongue on my skin, I’m going to fuck you long and hard, Raine.”
“Oh…” The realization that Storm wanted something more than a mutual jerk off session washed over Raine. It’d never crossed his mind that Storm would want anything more than that.
“Oh, is right.” He grabbed the edges of the towel to clean the seed off his skin. “Because until I talk to your Master, it isn’t going to happen.”
Sadness struck Raine, bringing him to a low that was as intense as the high he’d just experienced. Evidently a mutual jerk off wasn’t the same as fucking him. “I see, Sir.”
“No, I don’t think you do, boy.” Storm stood and wrapped the towel back around his waist. “I don’t fuck other dom’s subs. I might play with them, with their Master’s consent, but I don’t ever fuck another man’s belongings.”
“I get it.” Raine whispered. “Thanks for the release, Sir.” He drew in a deep breath. “May I go to my room now?”
“You may go, Raine. But this is far from over. Once Max and I talk, things are going to change – and hopefully for the better.”
Chapter Eleven
Storm quietly opened the door to the walk-in closet. It was still early, but after tossing and turning half the night, he couldn’t keep his ass in bed any longer. The sun had barely cracked the horizon, but he wasn’t going to risk letting the light spill into Raine’s resting place and wake the boy. By the frequent bags under his boy’s eyes, he wasn’t getting enough sleep. That would change once he got Max’s permission to be a dom in full to Raine, and not just a stand in for his best friend.
A few good orgasms will definitely help the boy sleep.
However, his plan to run over and see Max before breakfast was nearly derailed when he entered the space. Not only could he make out the tantalizing form on the cot in the corner of the closet, but Raine’s scent, a unique mix of cedar and the boy himself, filled the space. It lured Storm, making him forget he’d come in for a quick change of clothing. As he crept closer, he was able to make out the toes on one foot hanging off the edge of the bed, while the rest of Raine’s body was hidden by a worn quilt. Such an odd little quirk, he mused. Unable to resist, he bent over to tug the blanket back into place, recovering the appendage.
Raine mumbled in his sleep, before kicking the blanket back off and freeing his foot once more. Evidently the boy didn’t like his feet covered while he slept. Storm chuckled almost silently. The warming in the vicinity of his heart took Storm by surprise. When was the last time a sub had elicited such a response? It’d probably been when he’d been in college, before his first submissive lover had walked out the door because Raine refused to come out of the closet for him.
Remembered pain tried to shore up his defenses against what logically he knew could lead to more anguish, but it failed when a sleepy mumble reached his ears.
“Please, Sir…more...”
