Page 37 of Under The Twilight Rainfall
I’m panting. I can feel the anticipation through every cell in my body, expanding as Valen feeds my dick back into his mouth slowly and sensually, moans vibrating around my length until I’m one hard suck away from shooting my load.
He doesn’t give me that, though. The way he works my cock is like goddamn magic, fast and sloppy but too light for me to let go. It isn’t until I grip a fistful of his hair and gasp out his name that he finally takes the hint.
“Valen. Baby. Please.”
He stops but doesn’t pull off, those eyes that capture me and make me want to drown in all of their dirty promises only getting darker with arousal. His name barely passes my lips again before he swallows me down and practically pulls the orgasm from my balls.
There’s no time to warn him, not even time for me to untangle my fingers from his hair, before I’m shouting with the force of my release, hand flying to Valen’s shoulder as it throws me off balance.
He sucks me dry, reluctant to leave my cock even as I start to soften on his tongue. It’s only when my legs start to shake with the effort to hold myself up that he pops off, staring up at me with a dazed wonderment.
I want to kiss him. Want to taste my release on his tongue and wrap my hand around the cock straining his shorts. His skin would have looked so fucking good covered in my spunk, but I wouldn’t trade his wrecked, puffy lips and tear-stained cheeks for anything.
He looks like a fucking angel. An angel who’s given in to the devil living inside. A mess for me.
It’s a few seconds too long, though, staring at the rise and fall of his chest, and I slide to the ground in front of him to catch my own breath.
Holy hell, this man knows how to suck dick.
“Fuck you,” I say through a wheezing laugh, and Valen’s face breaks out into a wide grin.
“Should I have gone easy on you?”
I roll my eyes as Valen helps me pull my shorts and boxers back into place. “As soon as my dick can rally, I’m going to be hiding a raging hard-on from our tour guide.”
Valen pulls me to my feet, hands touching me all over like he can’t get enough. “I’ll take care of you as soon as we’re done, don’t worry.”
“And what about you?” I nudge his noticeable erection with my knee.
He hisses and rocks into me once before backing away and grabbing his drawstring bag from the floor. “No time. But I wouldn’t be opposed if you wanted to give me a thank you. Later.”
He winks as he passes me on his way out the door, and he’s such a cheeky fucker I almost wish Ihadchoked him just a little.
That’s fine. I have a feeling we’re far from done with each other.
AftermakingsurethatI only packed the waterproof gear, Valen acts as my impromptu guide up to Kawasan Falls until we meet our official one. I hear the falls are one of the biggest must-see canyoneering spots in the Philippines. I’ve done all kinds of activities in my travels over the years, and I have to say that anything involving water is always my favorite.
The fact that it’s a waterfall only makes me want to get there faster.
I don’t think I’m an adrenaline junkie, but the way Valen keeps squeezing my knee on the Jeepney ride through town because it’s bouncing like crazy might speak to the opposite.
There’s two ways to get where we need to go: a long-ass hike or riding a zipline. While I have no problems traveling by foot—and admittedly I know I’d have more photo opportunities—we go for the zipline because they’re justfun.
By the time we make it to the water, Valen has to hold my hand to keep me from running off and blatantly ignoring every rule being prattled off. Mostly it’s ‘wear this gear, be safe’ blah blah blah, and I did that! I’ve got the floatation vest and the hat that makes me feel like a construction worker.
I was a good boy. I did what I was told, and now I want to jump off this cliff and freeze my balls off. You’d think the unrelenting heat would keep the water warm, but the falls are covered in shaded areas, and that crystal clear water down there?
Oh, that’s going to have some bite to it.
We picked a good time of day—afternoon bleeding into evening—because there’s only a handful of other people here. There’s a bigger group of tourists being shown around by a guide, whereas the guy chaperoning Valen and I just has us. Valen says that he let the guy know we’d be going through slowly to get plenty of pictures, and honestly, he doesn’t seem in much of a hurry.
Now that the other group seems to have started heading towards another part of the falls, I tug on Valen’s hand, balancing my camera stick in the other and pointing it at us.
“Are you ready?”
He laughs before dropping my hand and peering down at the water. “No time like the present.”
Motherfucker winksand jumps before I can even move the camera to follow. There’s a splash followed by the sound of Valen’s throaty laugh—and for a moment I’m filled with so much affection for this man, I don’t know what to do with it. He’s just so fucking open and inviting. I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself when that’s gone.
