Waiting for Rain (31 page)

The banging on the door got louder.

I nodded. “Yeah, we’re good. Now, let’s open this door before she bloody breaks it down with a fire axe.”

I made my way to the door and unlocked it. My friend and staff member stood there, her face pink with frustration. Rain brushed past her lightly, planting a kiss on the top of her head, and disappeared to my room.

Tammy glared at me. “Thank you so much, Toby. Perhaps now some of us can go home now you and your boyfriend have finished canoodling.”

I raised an eyebrow. I felt so good at this moment that nothing she or anyone could say would bring me down.
Rain said he loved me. His ex is history once and for all.

“Canoodling, Tam? That’s a new one. How does that work, actually, in gay-man sex terms? Do I canoodle him, or does he canoodle me? Perhaps we canoodle each other. That sounds amazing, however physically impossible it might be—”

Tammy placed a warm, firm hand on my mouth and gave me a look that would have turned Medusa herself to stone. “Toby Prentiss, you shut up right now. I have had a shitty day, and I want to get home.” But her voice was not as mad as her words suggested.

I looked at her with a huge smile on my face. “Rain told me he loved me, Tammy. He actually said the words.”

Her face lit up like a lighthouse beacon. “Toby, I’m so glad. I knew he did, of course, any plonker could see that, but he’s so bloody stubborn. He needed a push. How did you get him to finally admit it?”

I shrugged. “Actually, it wasn’t me that convinced him. It was his ex-boyfriend.” Her mouth dropped open, and I laughed at her expression. “It’s a long story, and I’ll tell you later.” I grinned and waved down at my nether regions. “But right this minute I have a man upstairs willing to take care of this little predicament I seem to have found myself in, and come hell or high water, I’m off. Chris is already in to take charge. I saw him earlier. I, my dear, am off upstairs for a little canoodling.”

I waved a hand at her shaking head and made the stairs two at a time up to my suite. I pushed open the door. “Honey, I’m home!”

Rain appeared out of the bathroom. He only had his jeans on, his bare chest very inviting to my tongue and hands, the dark hair running down his belly into his groin a definite invitation to pillage and plunder. He smiled, but he looked slightly nervous.

I frowned. “You didn’t start without me, did you? Because that would be very unfair—mph.” My words were cut off as Rain pulled me toward him, shoving his tongue in my mouth, effectively shutting me up for a while. His taste was all man, sweat and sweet apple, probably because he’d been pilfering from the fruit bowl downstairs again on his way up.

His touch made my legs weak and my groin burn like a menthol heat pack had been shoved down my front. His hands pulled at my shirt, dragging it out of my pants, and I lifted my arms as he pulled it off without even opening the buttons. Luckily I’d already taken off my tie and loosened the top buttons on my way up the stairs. Otherwise I might have been strangled to death.

“Someone’s needy,” I murmured in between kisses, grabby hands, and cocks rubbing eagerly against one another. He nodded, his lips busy licking my jawline whilst his hands loosened my trousers and pushed them down over my hips onto the floor. I stepped out of them as he slid his hands over the silk of my underwear, cupping my arse cheeks tightly and pulling me even closer against him.

“Uh-huh, I need you really badly. I want to say I’m sorry for today, and I’ve got the perfect apology.” He pushed my boxers down, and they slid to the floor.

“And what would that be?” I whispered, slipping my hands into the front of his loosened jeans, running my hand down the length of him, causing him to shudder. I noticed once again the man had no underwear on.

“Me.”

“Nothing new about that, lover.” I did my own moves of getting him out of his jeans. “I seem to have you with some regularity. You’ll have to do better than that,” I whispered teasingly as he stood naked before me, cock at attention and jutting out toward me, glistening and beautiful. We were both naked now, breaths coming in deep gasps. My own cock was raring to go, and I took his hand and led him over to the bed. I lay down on my back, and Rain lay beside me, his leg over mine, his face tucked into my shoulder as he gently ran his hand down my swollen erection. His black hair fell over his face, obscuring his eyes, and I reached up to flick it back so I could see him.

“You don’t get it, Toby. I meant you get to have
me
.” His voice was quiet, slightly trembling, and for a moment, I had no idea what he meant. As the penny dropped, he shifted, turning his face up to mine with an expression of determination. His eyes fixed on my face, dark pools of azure blue, his lips slightly parted as he waited for my reaction. I sat up, and he moved too, sitting up next to me and laying a hand on my stomach, stroking it gently.

“Rain, you don’t have to do that. I know how you feel about it, and it’s fine, I promise.” Even as I said the words I felt the shimmer of excitement that he’d offered himself to me like this. I’d wanted so badly to feel myself inside him on countless occasions, but I’d always held back, remembering his ordeal at the party. “I don’t want you to feel pressured in any way. You don’t owe me anything.”

His answer was a narrowing of his eyes as he reached for the lube on the bedside table. I watched, my heart beating chaotically in my chest, my balls tightening and my cock hardening even more than I thought possible as he took off the cap. He handed the tube to me wordlessly, then lay on his back, opening his legs and raising his knees.

“I want you to make love to me, Toby,” he whispered. “I want you to be the first since—” His voice broke off, but he carried on. “I want this. No pressure.”

My throat choked up with emotion, and I nodded. “Fine, as long as you’re sure.” My whole being was singing a soft, gentle hymn of need and love that echoed through my soul and, I hoped, showed in my eyes when I looked at him.

He leaned up and caressed my face gently. “I’m sure, Toby.” He smiled, and I covered his body with mine, lying skin to skin, cock to cock, face to face. I took his hands and raised them above his head. Holding both of his wrists loosely with one hand, my other slowly traveled down his rib cage, caressing and trailing across his soft skin, and he gasped. His body pushed up against mine as I kissed him. His mouth was urgent, hungry, and he groaned as I slid my tongue in, slicking his palate. I cupped his balls, my thumb massaging the bottom of his shaft. He bucked beneath me as I let my fingers travel up his shaft, tracing the underside of his erection, finding the hot, fevered tip of him and sliding my fingertip into the slit.

“Oh God, Toby, please.” he moaned as his mouth grew frantic on mine. “You can be such a fucking tease. You have a definite sadist streak in you.”

I nibbled his lips as my hand gripped his cock and started to stroke him, varying my grip from light pressure to strong. He struggled to break his wrists free of my hand, but I held him firm.

“Uh-uh. You stay where you are,” I whispered in his ear, then stuck my tongue in it for good measure. He gave an agonized squeak and flailed beneath me. I grinned against his mouth and licked his bottom lip. I had to say I was enjoying this. Rain and I were both pretty versatile when it came to who took charge, even if he hadn’t let me inside him yet. In everything else we were equals. One day he’d be the dominant one; the next time, it would be me. But the beauty of this session was that I actually got to have him, to feel my cock inside him and see his face when I pushed into him. It was such a turn-on, and I knew I couldn’t keep up this torment much longer. I was going insane with lust myself.

I stopped my torture, hearing him panting beneath me, his face flushed, his eyes unfocused. I reached for the lube, and he watched me intently as I squeezed it onto my fingers. I shook my head with a chuckle.

“Strawberry-scented lube, Rain? Really? Do you get some sort of a deal on the fruity stuff? Are you sure I just shouldn’t get a bloody banana and shove it up—” I snorted with laughter at the aggrieved look on his face.

He growled and pulled me on top of him. “Shut the fuck up with the fruit jokes. I had enough with the sheep ones already. Now, get those bloody fingers lubed up and inside me before I lose my nerve.”

I looked at him carefully, watching for any sign of uncertainty. He gave a sigh of frustration. “I’m sure. For God’s sake, Toby, just fuck me.” His hoarse voice drove me on, and I needed no further urging. I knelt between his open legs, and, slowly, I rubbed the lube in between his arse cheeks, gently smearing it around his hole. He clenched slightly, and I leaned over and kissed him, softly this time, trying to reassure him I’d go slow. He relaxed, and as his kiss grew deeper, I slid my index finger inside him. He started, and I kept my lips on his as I moved around, gently stretching him. He whimpered, the sound turning my insides to mush. I swallowed, feeling my cock harden impossibly and my stomach muscles clench.

“It’s okay,” I whispered against his mouth. “I’m going to put another finger in now. Try and relax.” He nodded, his breath coming in quick huffs. His muscled thighs tensed, like piano wire. I moved my other hand to slowly stroke his left leg, long, gliding strokes down his thighs, to his knees. His eyes met mine, and I smiled at him as I inserted another finger. I scissored my fingers, trying to take it slow, even though all I wanted to do was plunge into him. I pushed deeper, searching for the spot I knew would make this all worthwhile. As I pressed the small nub inside him, he took a deep, gulping breath, his eyes widening and his hips arching off the bed.

“Oh my God, I’d forgotten how good that feels,” he gasped. “Hell, Toby, do that again.” I obliged a couple of times, and he hiccupped, his hands grasping at my shoulders, gripping them tightly. He was much looser now, and I thought perhaps it was time to seal the deal. I reached over for the condom packet and tore it open. He took the condom from me.

“I want to put it on you,” he said softly, and I nodded. I knelt between his legs as he slid the thin sheath over me, his hands trembling. Then he picked up the lube and squeezed it onto my sheathed cock, rubbing the liquid in until I was trembling from his touch. I reached down and moved his hands away.

“No more, or I’ll come right here. Is it okay for me to do it this way?” I gestured to him on his back. “I want you to see me, only me.”

He nodded, the relief evident on his face that I didn’t want to take him from behind. That had been how he’d ended up at the party, not knowing who was behind him or in him, and I had no intention of spoiling this milestone with any bad memories. I leaned forward and kissed him, taking his willing lips. Then I pulled his legs up, positioning myself at his entrance, and slowly eased myself into my lover. He gripped my waist, his legs wrapping around me, pulling me in. I lost my breath at the tightness that surrounded me, the smooth velvet that trapped me willingly in a prison of flesh and muscle. It was sheer bliss, and I thanked all the fates in the world for his gift to me. I’d thought about it for so long, fantasized about it, but the reality beat all my erotic daydreams hands down. It might have been a while since Rain had bottomed, but he was certainly no novice. I moved in and out of his heated channel, drawing out then ramming back in, gently at first. As his hips rose up to meet mine, and his hands pulled me closer, my thrusts got deeper, more urgent, and I groaned as his muscles clenched around me, constricting me.

“Fuck, Toby, you feel amazing,” he gasped as his head went back, exposing his throat, and I sucked his skin, hearing his moan of pleasure.

“You too,” I managed to get out. “I knew this would be good, Rain, but hell, this is heaven.”

Rain’s cock was rock hard against my stomach as I stretched myself up, trying to reach his mouth as I continued my assault of his sexy arse. He was slick and wet, the friction of my skin against his erection causing him to moan loudly, although that could also have due been the fact I was pounding him like a man possessed. I looked into his eyes, seeing the wonder in them at how good this was feeling. I felt a surge of protectiveness so strong it took my breath away. This man was mine. I would never let anyone hurt him again.

He smiled at me as I moved above him, rhythmic, measured thrusts, heat against heat. As I angled myself to give him as much pleasure as possible, hitting his prostate, he gasped and clutched at my backside, his eyes growing wider in sheer ecstasy.

I knew the signs of Rain’s climaxes—the sudden intake of breath, the stiffening of his limbs, and the deathlike grip of his fingers on my bare hips signified that he was almost there. So was I. I’d been feeling it for a while, that flood of sensation into my groin, the prickling sensation in my backside, the tightening of my stomach, and the fact my balls wanted to climb into my pelvic region, they were so tight and swollen. I reached down, taking his hand and placing it on his cock.

“Touch yourself for me, Rain,” I grunted. “I’m going to come any minute, and I want you to come too.” He needed no urging, and his hand frantically fisted his cock as I increased my thrusts and felt my whole body’s blood supply rush to my swollen shaft. I cried out as I came, a loud, primal cry that seemed to make my orgasm that much more intense. I covered Rain’s hand with mine, and together we brought him to orgasm, although it didn’t take long. I held him close as he came, his wet spurts coating my chest and stomach, our mouths grinding together as I lay on top of him, still inside him, and we collapsed together in a medley of sweat, semen, and heated skin.

For a while there was only the sound of our breathing and, I swear, our combined heartbeats echoed in the room. Then Rain exhaled, a deep sigh that seemed to come from the very gut of him. His hands reached up and cupped my face.

“I love you, Toby,” he whispered softly, and my eyes prickled with tears at the love in his eyes and the tenderness in his voice. “That was amazing. I couldn’t have asked for a better first time.” He grinned, and I buried my face in his neck.

“I love you too,” I murmured. “Of course, I still think the banana would have made a great training tool, but I guess my cock will have to do.”