Page 36 of Under The Twilight Rainfall
There he goes with that phrase again. I don’t know if it’s supposed to be some type of pet name, or maybe something in Tagalog he says to secretly make fun of me, but every time I ask he just smiles and goes after my neck again until I’m putty in his hands.
Try me, smartass, and I’ll google the damn thing.
“I bet that smart mouth of yours would feel incredible around my cock.”
His lips hover over my skin, fingers dancing under the fabric of my shirt to bring a barely there touch along my ribs.
“Would you like that?” Valen’s voice is husky and wanting in my ear, and the fact that we have a standing appointment with a guide suddenly means nothing to me.
It’s a fine line we’ve been walking, our touches never quite reaching that dangerous level of intimacy. But it’s been months since I’ve had hands on me—much less a mouth. Is this an offer? It’s not one I should take, isn’t one I should ask for.
But his hands on my body and his lips on my skin? Rational thought has nothing on the burn of lust Valen lights in my gut.
“Please.”
Blunt nails dig into my ribs as Valen sucks a bruising kiss to my neck that has me gasping. And then he’s in front of me, dropping to his knees and gripping my thighs in such an eager gesture that my cock starts rapidly filling.
Valen is pretty in everything he does, but on his knees for me, eyes bright with desire—this man is fucking gorgeous.
He slips his fingers under the waistband of my shorts, and my dick gives a twitch when his palm skates over the covered head. His tongue darts out to lick at his wicked grin, and I have no doubt this man is about to put me through hell just to send me straight to heaven.
My cock springs free as he drags the shorts down my thighs. Those eyes are like bottomless pits of lust, the way his pupils blow out and widen when he gets a hand around the base of my dick.
Fuck. Just that simple touch makes me shudder.
His head dips—to taste me, to swallow me, both would be incredible—and an ounce of rational thought sneaks back in.
“Val.” He stops and looks up at me, eyes taking my breath away as they peek through his lashes. “Ah, I’m on PrEP... thought you should know that.”
There’s a small smile hiding some of his anticipation, and he brushes kisses over my abs and stomach as his fingers start to massage my thigh and work my cock in gentle tugs.
“I am too. Thank you.” I’ve never been thanked for telling a hookup about my health status before. “Can I suck you now?”
I give his hair a tug that draws out a moan, and the sound has precum beading at my tip. He eyes it then me as his expression screams he might riot if he doesn’t get it.
“Smartass.”
My hands fall, and I’m rewarded with his tongue swirling around the head of my dick, lapping at the liquid there. His eyes shoot up to mine, and there’s satisfaction at how reverently I’m watching him.
He wraps his lips around my aching cock, and I fight to hold my hips back from snapping forward until I’m buried in his throat. The knowing smile as his lips stretch is almost enough for me to give in to it.
Valen doesn’t tease the way I expect him to. His movements are slow, languid, like he’s enjoying tasting every inch, but he has a steady suction that makes my dick feel impossibly hard. It jerks in his grip when his tongue starts tracing the length in soft caresses.
I’ve never been brought to the brink so fast, never lost myself so much in the feel of another person. His fingers are a featherlight touch as they travel up the backs of my thighs and rest on my ass. He doesn’t push, just grips me there and pulls me further into his mouth.
My tip kisses the entrance of his throat—and I almost choke on a groan—but he doesn’t let me in, instead he slowly pulls back until only the head is in his mouth, giving it all his attention.
I need something to hold on to. Something to keep me from shouting, from crying, because it feels so goddamn good that I want to let him tear me apart—let him unravel me until I’m nothing but pleasure-filled nerves frayed from end to end.
“Val.” I breathe his name, begging for something, anything.
He pops off, bringing a hand up to stroke me slowly, keeping me right there on the edge but not letting me over.
“Where do you want to come?”
Valen has to grip my base to keep me from exploding.
“Your mouth. No question.”
