“Mike. You… I want all of you,” Rayne managed around his labored breaths.
Mike reached beneath Rayne’s shirt and slid his palm up supple, delicate skin, grazing over Rayne’s nipples, which instantly stiffened from his touch. He dipped his head and pulled the tight bud between his teeth before he laved it with his tongue.
“Ohh fuck yes, yes, yes.”
Rayne’s sounds were obscene, his language pornographic as he gripped the back of Mike’s head, not allowing him to move. Rayne was mistaken if he thought he was in charge. Mike took Rayne’s hands and pulled them high over his head, pinning them to the mattress before he tugged at the elastic band of his thin lounge pants. Mike maneuvered until his own shirt and sweats were gone before he bore down harder, tilting his hips forward until their erections brushed against each other, and Rayne cried out again.
“It’s been too long… I can’t… unnh,” Rayne gasped, his hips thrusting faster as if begging Mike to speed up and stop the torture.
It’d been a while for Mike too, but it’d been almost an eternity since he’d indulged his truest desires. If Rayne was trying to tell him that the grinding already had him close, then Mike was relieved because he was right there with him.
“You want me to make you come, Rayne?”
“Yes, god, please.” Rayne’s lids were squeezed shut as he pumped his hips faster, his body damp with sweat, his face flushed with craving.
Mike released Rayne’s wrists and gripped his hips, pulling him upward as he drove down. He was already there, his dick swelling and pulsing against Rayne’s. His orgasm was knocking against the base of his spine, bowing his back as Rayne dug his heels into the backs of his thighs for more leverage. He looked uninhibited and gorgeous, and the scent of his potent arousal was driving Mike mad.
Rayne jolted hard, then hollered Mike’s name as warmth seeped between their stomachs. Long limbs tightened around him and squeezed as Rayne moaned his pleasure against his throat. Mike was only a heartbeat away from exploding when Rayne eased his hand between their slick bodies and gripped his shaft. His hands were soft, smooth, like a man who’d never done manual labor as he slowly stroked him from base to tip.
“Mmm, you’re so hard for me.” Rayne sounded mesmerized, like he was talking to himself.
Mike grunted, the urge to release overwhelming.
“I want you to come all over me, Mike,” Rayne purred.
Want was a luxury—Mike needed to do that more than he had to take his next breath. They were staring down at each other’s cocks, Rayne’s soft and seeping against his thigh while Mike’s throbbed in Rayne’s fist. He squeezed him tighter and added a twist on his upstroke that made flashes of light spark behind Mike’s eyelids. He was about to blow, and there’d been no way for him to give a warning as the power of his orgasm caught him off guard. He lurched violently, the first release hitting Rayne’s throat, the next one landing on his chest before the last of his cum spewed over Rayne’s knuckles. He slowed his strokes as white-hot ecstasy sizzled inside of Mike that seemed to go on forever.
Rayne wrung every drop from him, his hands still touching him, his mouth continuing to blaze searing kisses along his shoulder. It was so much that Mike had to catch Rayne’s wrist to stop the overstimulation.
Rayne said he knew how to satisfy him, and holy fuck, he hadn’t been exaggerating. Yet Mike had a thrilling suspicion that Rayne had only given him a minuscule taste of what he could really do to pleasure him.