Chapter Twenty-seven
Mike
Rayne’s expression was longing, sweet, and exactly what Mike had wanted to see. Rayne slid his long, slender hands up Mike’s chest and hooked them behind his neck. He closed his eyes, unable to believe he had Rayne in his home, in his space, up against him. And this wasn’t a one-night stand or just an overnight visit. This beauty was all his now.
Mike’s chest was on fire where Rayne touched him, his dick hard and aching in his jeans. He was more turned on than he’d ever been. Being with Slick had only been a whiff of what this could feel like, but being with Rayne was everything, all of the tenderness, heart, and inner calmness that Mike needed in a partner. It was only a bonus that Rayne was gorgeous on the outside too.
Mike cupped the back of Rayne’s head and fisted his lush locks to control him as he kissed him again, and again, slower this time but with no less power.
Rayne’s cock was just as hard, if not harder, than his own, but Mike refused to take advantage of him. Rayne had been vulnerable, scared, and helpless tonight. He needed a good night’s rest, not his body groped and mauled.
Mike had gotten lost in the sensations as Rayne placed gentle kisses along his jaw, which was why he wasn’t prepared when Rayne grazed his hand over his swollen cock. Mike moaned way too loud to be considered cool as his hips jerked out of reflex.
“Yes,” Rayne hissed against Mike’s lips before he licked his way back into his mouth. Rayne’s tongue was more insistent and hungrier, and so was his touch. Rayne stroked his knuckles over the sensitive head of Mike’s cock again, causing him to curse under his breath.
“Fuuuck,” he moaned, gripping Rayne’s hand before he got another feel. “We have to stop.”
“No, no we don’t. It’s okay.” Rayne craned his neck, gazing at him with desire in his light eyes. “I can be with you. Because I only want to be with you.”
“I know you can.” Mike understood that Rayne could be intimate if he was in a monogamous relationship, but they hadn’t established that yet, so Mike pumped the brakes. “But you’ve had a rough night. I’m not gonna—”
“I’m fine,” Rayne hurried out and pressed his soft lips against Mike’s mouth and searched for his tongue.
It took a moment and more strength than he thought he possessed to halt Rayne’s persistence. “Goddamn, baby. I’m only so fuckin’ strong.”
“Then stop fighting me.”
“I’m not.” Mike kissed Rayne’s temple, then his forehead. “But I swear to god, tonight is not the night for me to be with you.”
“But why—”
“Rayne,” Mike gritted out. “I’m too worked up from tonight. And I’m still burning to go back to your uncle’s and finish what I started so I can be sure that he never hurts you again.”
“Mike—”
“But if you get in my bed right now, Rayne, I’m gonna ride your ass like a stolen bike. Hard and really fast.”
Rayne’s eyes glittered, his mouth curving into a sensual smile before he chuckled softly. “Okay then, since you put it like that.”
“Rest assured, beautiful, it’s going to happen. But that’s not what I want to do with you your first night here,” Mike explained.
Rayne being anxious and needy in Mike’s home was a dangerous aphrodisiac. He had to put a little space between them if he was going to control himself.
“It’s late. I’ll show you your room so you can get some sleep, then tomorrow, I’ll give you the five-cent tour of the rest of the house.” Mike took Rayne’s hand and led him toward the living room, wondering what he thought of the house. It was pretty boring as far as decorations and flash, but his place was spacious and clean, and his furniture was oversized and comfortable. He just hoped it was enough to entice Rayne to want to stay.