Page 40 of The Rut in the Road

I leaned back on my elbows, stretching out my legs and crossing my ankles. He stared down at me, then bent his knees again, straddling my lower legs.

I pushed up with the top one, deliberately rubbing my knee against the underside of his balls, making him suck in a breath. I slid down just a little, enough to bring my knee up higher behind him, nudging him to work his way up my body.

“Rayn,” he said, clearly not quite understanding what I was doing.

I shimmied lower, and I saw those beautiful golden-brown eyes widen again when he realized what I was going to do.

I put my hands on his hips, urging him far enough that I could sit up a little more and take him into my mouth, using my hands to pull myself closer.

“Fuck,” he repeated, only with more roughness around the edges of his voice, and out of the corner of one eye, I saw his hand curl into a tight fist by the side of his thigh.

I sucked, then swirled my tongue over him, and he let out a soft whimper. A big hand slid over one shoulder, his palm resting on my back, holding me up while leaving my head free. I sucked harder, then softer, working him with my tongue as he gasped and growled, his cock thick and hard, the taste of precum salty and a little bitter.

My own balls ached, and I let out a soft moan of my own, turned on by his reactions as much as by what I was doing to him. As though I hadn’t already been almost painfully hard after what he’d done to me with his mouth.

“Rayn,” he gasped out, his hips bucking backwards, away from me, and I knew why.

I had no intention of letting him go, and I pulled harder, sucking him all the way into the back of my throat so that I almost gagged.

“Fuck!”

His other hand found my shoulder, gripping as he clearly fought not to thrust into my mouth.

So I sucked hard, again, then tongued his slit, making his hips rock as he growled again.

I refused to let him go, sucking again, tonguing again, desperate to find out what he tasted like, to feel him pulse in between my lips.

“Ray—” I refused to let him go, instead sliding one finger over his ass and toward his balls, and he let out a snarl as he lost control, hips jerking forward as hot cum spurted into the back of my mouth.

I choked a little, trying to hard to swallow and suck at the same time, and there was worry in his eyes when he pulled back.

I didn’t let him ask the question, pulling him down to kiss me.

His body half-fell into mine, and he moaned at the taste of himself on my lips and tongue, pressing one thigh against my throbbing cock.

“Fuck, Rayn—I?—”

I whimpered and pushed against his quad, desperately needing friction.

He pushed himself up a little, studying my flushed face.

“My turn,” he growled.

I expected him to take me into his mouth—but he didn’t. He pushed my legs wide with those big hands, sliding off the bed so he could get at what he wanted—and then tongued the puckered skin of my ass.

I gasped, hips bucking, and he growled in response, gripping my hips and pulling me against him, one leg over each shoulder.And then he did it again, licking and lapping against my ass, licking his way to my balls and back again.

“Ra-aj,” I finally managed to get out his name. “P-please.”

He growled against my flesh. A question and a taunt.

“M-make me,” I gasped out. “Letme.” I didn’t have to say more.

He thrust his tongue into me, reaching around my thigh to grip my straining cock in one big hand. Fucking me with his tongue as he squeezed, keeping my orgasm at bay until I all-but-sobbed out his name.

“Raj!”

He pushed his tongue in deep, pumping his fist only a few times before the release slammed through me and spilled out over his fingers.