Page 53 of Under The Twilight Rainfall
“Probably not.” I shrug but do as he says, excitement buzzing under my skin in a way I haven’t felt while getting laid in… fuck, ever.
“What am I going to do with you?”
I feel his hot breath along my spine, little puffs of air followed by the barest of kisses on my skin.
“What do you want to do with me?” I can be patient. I can make this just as much about Valen as it is about me. Because what I want is for him to stretch me open andget inside me already, but Valen doesn’t have the same hurry.
His hands dip into the front of my boxers, fingers curling around my cock to give it a firm squeeze that draws a long moan past my lips.
“What I want,” he says, voice suddenly in my ear as he nibbles the length of my neck, “is to claim you. Wreck you. Make you beg me to go again and again because you can’t get enough of me.”
“Fuck,” I curse when he sucks on an already sensitive spot on my neck. Valen is a territory marker, and I crave the bites and marks he leaves on me. “You can have all of that if you’ll just get inside me.”
Valen practically rips my shorts down to my ankles, and I hear the rustle behind me of him ditching his own. I want to look back and see that greedy cock of his. Because while I have a shit refractory period, Valen seems to have a limitless supply of cum in his geyser because holy shit this man has been hard every time I turned around over the weekend.
I close my eyes and rest my head on my arms when I feel cool, slick fingers parting my cheeks and dipping into my crack. I’m half tempted to start begging when he presses on my rim with the pad of one finger.
He pauses, and I expect another check in—because this man is the most polite motherfucking lover I think I’ve ever had in my life—but the silence remains. A firm hand smooths over my back, gripping into my hair, and while I’m distracted by the sting, Valen drives a finger into me in a quick, twisting motion.
“Fuck!” I have to bite down on my tongue to keep from shouting because I’m almost too overwhelmed to stop it.
He’s pumping his finger in and out, stroking my channel and coaxing it open until another finger slips in. The stretch is uncomfortable but familiar, and soon he’s notching a third and I’m tempted to tell him to skip it.
Not that he’d listen to me anyway. He has this annoying habit of giving me exactly what I want but on his terms, which are never in agreement with mine.
I’m so fucking full of him, and I haven’t even had his cock yet.
“Is this where you’re going to fuck me?” I ask, breathing through the intrusion as his fingers stretch and thrust inside me.
“Yes.” Valen pushes his fingers as deep as they’ll go, and I press my ass back wishing I could swallow him whole. “I’m going to fuck you where you can see how good I make you feel.”
The bathroom mirror is small and isn’t anything impressive, but when Valen splays a hand on my chest and pushes me up so I’m forced to see the flush extending down my neck and the tears that have smeared my cheeks from anticipation and frustration, I can see the appeal of his demand.
“Now, tell me again,” he says, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “Do you want a rough fuck or a slow one?”
Every fuck I’ve ever had has been rough and raw and needy to the point of exhaustion. It’s the only way I know how to be fucked.
I avert my eyes from the mirror, pressing back so his fingers hit a new spot inside. “Slow.”
There’s a sharp intake of breath behind me, and then my hole is painfully empty and Valen has to slap a hand over my mouth to stop the indecent groan from reaching unsuspecting ears.
“Val—”
“That’s it,” he says, voice shaking, the arm around me getting tighter. “That’s the end of my rope. I need to be inside you. I need to feel you come.”
He drops his hand from my mouth and I immediately feel the head of his dick, slick with lube, pressing against my hole.
Valen’s cock might be entirely average in size—and I’ve taken my fair share of above average cocks—but the way I crave it is more intense than any horny spell I’ve ever been in.
He has to use both of his hands to hold my hips and keep me from impaling myself on him before he’s ready, and every sensual roll of his hips as his cock stretches me and fits itself inside has me fighting that hold.
I swear what should take seconds takes minutes, but when Valen finally presses his chest flush against my back and I can feel every inch of his twitching length inside me, I’m not sure I give a flying fuck.
His laugh is hot against my neck, but it’s his moan—the wanton pleasure—as he holds me to him that makes my body flush scarlet.
“You feel so good,” he says, voice quivering like he’s choked up. “I’ve wanted this—” He rolls his hips. “—for so long.”
A piece of me has wanted him since I was a teenager, since I really started looking at men and getting fucked by them only to deep down wish I had the connection with them that I had with Valen.
