Page 10 of The Rut in the Road

“Rayn,” he breathed.

“Raj,” I countered.

“I—”

“Whatever you need,” I told him. “Anything you need.”

He groaned, but then surged upward, and I found myself on my back, his big body hovering over mine, radiating heat. “You don’t know?—”

“I don’t,” I agreed. “But I want to.”

He let out a sound that was half-growl, half-moan and bent, tongue laving the skin behind my ear.

I made a whimpering sound, shifting my legs to move one around him, putting him between my thighs. His hands slid up my sides, pressing the heat of his chest to mine as he nuzzled into the side of my neck.

He shifted slightly, and I gasped in as he pushed his hips—and that heavy cock, grown harder than when I’d first seen it—against mine.

“Need to touch you,” he rasped.

“Then touch me,” I countered, then gasped as one of those big hands pushed into my sweatpants to cup my cock.

“God, fuck, Rayn,” he mumbled, then nipped at the edge of my ear.

I groaned, my hips pushing up into his hand.

I’d imagined this, wished for it, come into my own hand thinking about it.

His hand was so much better than mine.

“Raj,” I murmured back. “Please.”

His hand circled me, gripping, tugging. I moaned, my eyes slipping closed. My hands fumbled blindly, seeking the same part of his body, finding knit fabric and the hardness underneath, stroking him lightly.

“God, shit. I need?—”

He let go of me long enough to pull his hands back and shove the sweatpants down his thighs, and I took advantage of his exposed cock, grasping it with a hand and causing him to throw his head back.

“That,” he gasped out. “I needthat.”

I kept stroking him, and he reached between us to pull down my sweatpants, too, then pushed our hips close enough that I brushed my own erection as I worked his. And then his hand came alongside mine, closing around my cock again, our wrists touching so that his up-stroke pushed my hand in rhythm with his.

I hissed between clenched teeth, trying to hold back the tightening feeling in my gut that told me I was going to lose control.

Raj’s hand began to move faster, and I whimpered.

“God, yes,” he breathed, the sound a half-growl. “Rayn.”

“Raj,” I managed. “I?—”

“Yes,” he grunted as he sped up the pace. “Fuck, yes.”

I made some sort of strangled sound as my orgasm ripped through me, starting from my clenched abdomen, into my balls, and then throbbing out of my cock, coating Raj’s dark fingers.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips pushing into my hand, breath coming quickly. Then he lifted his fingers—still coated with my cum—to his mouth, his eyes locked on mine.

“Tell me,” he growled, “I can taste you.”

His pupils had blown wide, black rimmed in gold. I let out a soft, mewling sound, the idea of him wanting to taste my cum sending a shudder through me that felt electric.