In the Rain (8 page)

My blood pressure sky-rocketed from
his kiss. The way he held me, kissed me—hell, the way he looked at me was
nowhere near what I'd experienced before. It was much better. This was pure
lust, the kind you read about in romance novels or see in movies. Years of
pent-up tension and history forced us together in the most mind-blowing way
possible.

And
it couldn't happen fast enough. Every touch was as assertive as the one before
it, and as his body mantled over mine, I found myself giving in to my
submissive ways. I'd always been a submissive person, but I'd wanted to fight that part
of myself. Ever since Bret. Up until Thayre. But now, I didn't know what it was
I wanted more—to hold control over myself, or to submit to possibly the one guy
I ever truly loved—well before I knew what being a
submissive meant.

Thayre
kissed my collarbone, and I rested my head on his shoulder. Absently drawing
designs across his back, it was then I noticed the bands of black ink on either
side of his spine. No doubt I'd have to get a closer look at his ink later,
once the coals had settled and we'd had a chance to cool down.

Thayre
dropped to his knees, kissing along my stomach, past my navel to the inside of
one of my hips. He drew down my pants and undergarments, kissing as he went
while I was left somewhere far above him. Above his entire room. One second he
was fighting to get us out of our clothes, and the next, he acted as though we
had all the time in the world. Perhaps we did.

Time
slowed, and every damn sensation focused on Thayre. On his lips against my
skin. The way he lifted my foot to remove whatever clothing was left. He rested
his face against the inside of my thigh and closed his eyes. Slightly off
balance with one foot on the ground, I was glad to have the wall behind me.

I
looked at Thayre, into his intense eyes, and lost it. Here was this
gorgeous
man, fucking kneeling in front of me as though he owed me something. I
wasn't sure how to react, so I simply ran one of my hands through his hair,
smiling when Thayre moaned.

"A
hair guy?" I asked, unable to hide the amusement in my voice.

"One
of my weaknesses," he murmured, closing his eyes.

He
wasn't in any rush, and while we were no more than ten feet away from the bed,
it felt farther away now than it had been when we were still in the basement.

Then,
shaking himself out of his trance, his gaze met mine again. "You look
beautiful like this.
Just the way you are right now."

I
swallowed, and my head rolled to one side when he used a finger to part my
pussy lips. "Oh God, Thayre. Please. I need this."

"We'll
get there," he said with a smile in his voice, "but I want to watch
you come first."

I
don't know if I can,
I wanted to say, but my mouth had
suddenly gone dry, and any words I may have said were lodged in my throat. I'd
found a way to gain control over my orgasms well before I broke things off with
Bret, but I hadn't actually come for anyone else since then.

You
could always fake it.
I couldn't lie to him. Like it or not,
I didn't see Thayre as a one night stand, even if
it didn't end in a relationship. He was more to me than a stranger off the
streets. We had a history, and that past
still connected us through our music.

"Oh
God," I moaned when Thayre circled my clit with a fingertip.

"Like
that?"
he asked, lowering my foot to the ground so I was level.

"Yes."

My
fingertips tingled, and soon, all I could feel was Thayre's thumb on my clit.
His cool exhalations on my cunt.
Oh fuck
—his tongue parting my pussy
lips.

I
arched my back away from the wall, whimpering as he pulled away. "Don't..."
I swallowed and tried again. "Don't stop."

"Wouldn't
think of it."

With
the gentle touch of his hand, he coaxed me to part my legs further while still
leaning against the wall. It may have been hard and cold, but at this point, I
didn't care. The bed was too far away. It would've taken too long to get there,
and leaving the wall meant we'd have to stop.
Not going to happen.

I
set a hand in his hair, clawing at his scalp and screwing my eyes tight when
his lips closed around my clit. I hadn't had a man go down on me in years, but
much like his
aggressive kiss, Thayre knew exactly what he was doing. He sucked, licked and
circled my clit, then changed directions with his tongue as soon as my climax
started to build from his licks.

Oblivious
to what I may have been doing to his scalp with my hand, the center of my
universe was focused on his mouth. That tongue.

"Oh
my God."

He
thrust a finger inside my pussy, gently beckoning my G-spot as he continued to
tease my clit with his mouth. Cool fire ran up and down my spine, igniting
every one of my nerve endings as I rose higher and higher.

"That's
it, baby," Thayre's voice reached from outside my subconscious. "God,
you have no idea how hard I am for you right now."

I
moaned as I tried to focus on his voice, but as soon as he spoke his last
words, I lost myself to the endorphins racing through my body. The room tilted
to one side. I placed both my palms flat against the wall to keep from falling.

And
Thayre kept
going, fucking me with his hand. His mouth. Both at the same time. I could
barely breathe as he withdrew his finger from my pussy, inserting two digits
moments later. Using smooth, fluid strokes, he brushed against my G-spot as his
exhalations against my clit grew harder. More aroused.

I
felt more than heard him groan, and I forced myself to look at him. My breath
caught at the sight of Thayre's lips on my pussy. Of his free hand lost
somewhere in his pants, his cock no doubt as hard as he claimed.

I
trembled and gasped for breath—a breath he stole from me as he quickened the
strokes of his fingers inside my cunt. I wanted to touch him. Hold him. To claw
at his back. Something. Anything. But the act of reaching out to place my hand
in his hair again was too much. So I stood there, lost to his actions as my
eyes closed against my own will.

If
I was blind, that didn't
mean I couldn't see him in my mind's eye. It was the very last image of Thayre that
I saw now. On his knees, his hand around his painful erection, driving me high
as a kite with no chance of coming down. God, I needed to feel him deep inside
me.

I
groaned and screwed my eyes tight. Fisted my hands. My back stiffened, and my
pussy clamped around Thayre's fingers. I was so agonizingly close, right on the
edge.
Please let me come. Please let me come. Please—

"Oh
fuck!" I cried out.

"Let
go, baby. Let me see you—
feel
you come."

My
eyes flew open. Thayre met my gaze, and I lost it. My vision turned a blinding
white as the room around us shattered into a million tiny pieces.

I
struggled for breath. To get a grasp on reality, but all was lost to me as the
sea of endorphins clouded my thoughts. I'm not sure how long I was out of it,
but when I finally returned to orbit, Thayre was standing right in front of me
with the biggest grin on his face.

"You're
as amazing when you fall apart as I thought," he said, keeping a hand on
my hip while the other worked on getting him out of his pants.

He
was rock hard. I bit my bottom lip. Imagined what he must've tasted like.
Hell, what it felt like to go down on him. To deep throat him.

I
was about to drop to my knees and give him the same treatment I'd just experienced,
but he stopped me.

"I
can't fucking wait," he said, suddenly out of breath. "Stay here."

He
headed toward the nightstand beside his bed.

"Wouldn't
the bed be better?" I asked, hoping he didn't notice the way my knees
shook.

"No,
where you are right now is perfect." He moved beside me and, very gently,
kissed me on the lips. "So long as you think you can stand a while longer."

I
smiled.
I've stood through orgasms and sex before.
"I think I'll
manage."

"Good,
because if I don't get inside you now, I might lose it right here."

"Well,
we can't have that,
can we?"

"I
certainly hope not." He bit at the side of my neck, sending chills up my
spine. "Turn around and face the wall."

He
didn't have to ask twice. I may have been a little clumsy
on my feet, but I managed to do as I was told, pressing my palms against the wall
for support as much as to keep my breasts from resting against the cool
surface.

Foil
tore, and my body tensed at the thought of him rolling the condom on his hard
shaft. Having him deep inside me.

Behind
me, Thayre rested a hand on my hip while he used the other, I assume, to guide himself
to me. I shuddered as he parted my pussy lips with a finger, teasing my overly
sensitive clit as he nipped at the nape of my neck. Kissed along my spine.

I
was so focused on the way his kiss forced goose bumps all over my body he
caught me off guard when he pressed the head of his cock against my cunt. I
bowed my head and thrust my hips at him, whimpering as he slowly slipped
inside.

"Fuck,
you're tight," he whispered against my ear, placing both hands on my hips
as he drove himself deeper.

He
felt amazing. Maybe it was because I came first, but he filled me better than I
could recall any man doing before. Every delicious stroke he made hit against
my g-spot. Electricity crackled along nerve endings, closing the gap between
now and the next orgasm that much
more. Without reaching to touch it, I could tell my clit was hard.

I
ached to play with myself, to send myself into orbit, but not until I knew
Thayre could join me. He grunted and—
fuck
—he wrapped my ponytail around
one hand and pulled. Hard.
Not hard enough.

I
licked my lips and tested the air in my lungs. "Harder," I almost sobbed,
my body trembling beneath him.

"What
part, your hair or—"

"Both.
Oh my God, both. Please."

"Pain
slut," he teased, his grip on my hair tightening as he drew my head back
on his shoulder. He dipped his head and kissed under my chin. "I have the
most wonderful view of your breast. You know that,
right?" Another pause. "And I bet you like it
when someone twists those little nips
of yours."

I
managed a nod before Thayre reached around me with his free hand to fondle my
beasts. He slowed his thrusts while his hand pulled my hair and his fingers
pinched at my nipple. Tugging at it. Twisting it. I moaned and gasped for
breath as he kissed behind my ear. Bit the side of my neck. Every breath I felt
him take, every thrust, every time he teased my breasts, I got that much
closer to losing it all over again.

My
pussy tensed and clamped around his cock, stealing his breath as much as he
took my own.

He
yanked on my hair until I yelped. "You like that,
don't you?"

Something
in his voice changed. It was more commanding. Challenging. And I loved every
minute of it.

"Would
you like me
to do it again?" he asked, releasing my hair enough to keep my neck from
going stiff.

"Please."

"Well,
I'm not—not yet." He smiled against my neck. "Because I want you to
finish again before I do."

Oh
God.
I always thought climaxing more than once in any
given evening with a guy was an urban legend, but I could see Thayre planned on
busting that myth
ten times over. And I couldn't get enough.

He
released my hair, and while still twisting my nipples and biting my neck, he
very gently started to tease my hard clit. Everything about this man and sex
didn't match his calm, artistic demeanor at all. He was aggressive. Demanding.
And while I had a feeling he'd have stopped if I'd asked him to, I couldn't. I
didn't dare.

With
my hair free from his grasp, I bowed my head and closed my eyes, thrusting at
him with every stroke he made. He pressed harder on my clit, circling it faster
with every pass, and I found myself thrusting into his palm almost as
much as I pushed back to feel his cock as deep as it could go.  

My
legs shook. My arms weren't far behind. Thayre must've sensed me losing my
balance, so he removed the hand from my breast to wrap his arm around my waist.

"You're
close, aren't you?" he asked in a deep, unrecognizable voice.

"Yes,"
I said through clenched teeth.

"I
can feel it—your orgasm building." He took a breath. "You're getting
tighter. But if I could keep you here, just like this,
I would."

I
didn't doubt it. Regardless of how out of his mind he may have been in the
basement, he had more control now than he should ever have. He had enough
willpower to keep himself in check, and in turn, to hold me back as I waited
for him.

My
climax built under his fingertips, and I froze. I was dangerously close, and I
shut my legs, biting my lip so hard it hurt.

"Playing
hard to get, hmm?" Thayre asked, his voice shaking the slightest bit as he
deepened his thrusts. Strengthened them.

He
faltered. His breath caught, or maybe he was holding it. I couldn't be sure,
but as his grip on my waist tightened, I let my head rest against his chest.

"Please,"
I begged.

"You
don't need my permission," Thayre said. "Close your eyes."

I
did, and in the next breath, I came so hard everything turned white and a
breath rushed from my lungs. Thayre thrust harder. Faster. And with a low,
throaty growl, he came.

W
hen
I finally opened my eyes, the wall was no longer in front of me, and Thayre was
lying beside me. The tips of his hair were damp with sweat, but the exhaustion
I expected to see in his expression was absent behind his smile.