Austen nodded. He did care. Maybe he was upset, but he was strangely attached to them. “I should get home. Hopefully, Rain is still waiting.”
A bright smile lit Kylo’s face. “He texted me like five minutes ago saying his foot was elevated and he was thinking of ordering you two dinner.”
Austen realized he smiled like an idiot. “That’s good to know. For once, I’d really love not to ruin things because I always have to work.”
Kylo linked arms with him and headed for the door. “Oh, you won’t have to worry about that with Rain. If Rain understands nothing else, it’s hard work. In fact, I’m surprised his strict regimen hasn’t driven you insane yet. Rain doesn’t rest. He was taught failure wasn’t an option. In his world, failures die. He’s honestly a bit intense. Rain has always acted like there’s a knife at his throat when it comes to ballet. One missed step and it’s over.”
Austen felt like there were so many layers behind Kylo’s words. Was there a knife to Rain’s throat? They honestly didn’t know that much about each other. Austen’s attraction was so strong, it made him feel closer to Rain than they actually were. He needed to dig deeper. Austen would start tonight.
Warm lips brushed his nape and moved to the side of his neck. Rain drew a shaky breath as he reached over his shoulder and buried his fingers in Austen’s hair. He should have startled andgone into fight mode at being pulled from his sleep. Instead, it was like he smelled Austen’s cologne in his dreams and knew he was safe. He didn’t have to fight.
“I brought you dinner.”
“I know you did.” Rain rolled, using the element of surprise to pin Austen beneath him. He took the kiss he wanted while going to work on Austen’s jeans. The moment he had them torn open, Austen’s dick was in his mouth. Rain skipped all spots in between. Austen kept getting away from him. Not this time.
Austen tolerated the blowjob for half a minute before Rain found himself on his back and blinking at the ceiling. He tore at Rain’s clothes. “Sorry. I’ve wanted you for too long to blow in your mouth.” He kissed Rain’s stomach as he ripped off his pants. “I need to be inside you.”
A loud moan dropped from his lips before Rain could stop it. Just the image of Austen fucking him was enough to have him on edge. He didn’t recall being this obsessed and hot for anyone before Austen. In fact, Rain bordered on frigid. He didn’t make space for others. Rain wanted Austen to take everything from him.
He watched through a haze of lust as Austen fought his way from his clothes. Austen had a condom and lube so fast, Rain didn’t see where he got it. In his defense, the body Austen always kept hidden was beautiful. He had a chest Rain wanted to sleep on and arms he wanted holding him. The backs of Rain’s eyes burned at the thought. No one held him. He wondered what thatwas like. Before he had time to fall down a rabbit hole inside his mind, Austen’s slicked fingers stretched his asshole. Rain grabbed the headboard and held on. His hips left the mattress, seeking more. He was desperate.
Austen’s crown pressed against his hole, and time froze. They held each other’s stare as Austen slowly pressed inside. He was so pretty. The flush making his blue eyes pop had Rain twisted in knots. He looked turned on in a way that would sear into Rain’s memory of the moment. In that second, Rain feared his heart. Not for what Austen could do to it, but for the way that stupid organ proved he was still weak, and for the all the ways he could break himself. Austen was good. No matter what he thought, Austen was pure. Rain was a weapon of controlled chaos and destruction. Then Austen thrust hard, and Rain forgot everything. All he knew was pleasure. Age definitely brought experience. Austen kept Rain held at the perfect angle as he pumped inside him. All Rain could do was cling to the headboard and get fucked. He was a mess. Rain had no idea how he looked because he couldn’t do anything but fight his way toward the ecstasy Austen promised. He babbled and writhed. Whimpers and pleas tore from him. The experience was more than he could have dreamed. Austen kissed every place he could reach, biting and sucking as he took Rain. Rain wasn’t an active participant. He was an instrument at the hands of a master. The pressure was right there, threatening what little sanity he possessed. Rain open-mouth fought for air as he strained toward release. Everything went silent. He held his breath. His muscles clenched and then an almost painful gasp ripped from him as he blew. His body jerked as cum jetted from his cock.
With his face pressed against Rain’s shoulder, Austen’s cries matched the rhythm of him taking Rain’s ass. Rain realized his body moved with the sound, matching Austen. Dancing to the music they made. His muscles turned to gelatin when Austen’s mouth covered his in a searching kiss. He heard the way Austen struggled to breathe, and pride filled him alongside the glow of satisfaction.
Austen’s mouth moved to Rain’s ear. He kissed its shell. “I really did bring you dinner.”
A laugh burst from Rain. He was happy. For the first time, he was absolutely ecstatic, and Rain wouldn’t let anything take this from him. Austen already knew he was crazy, but he didn’t actually know a thing.
Chapter Five
Austenstretchedlikeacontented cat. A happy hum vibrated from the back of his throat. He couldn’t stop. While straddling his ass, Rain painted designs on Austen’s back in chocolate and then licked each one away.
“What’s this?”
Austen focused on the brush strokes. “A star.”
“Good boy.” Rain licked, tracing the lines with this tongue and tormenting Austen.
A shaky breath escaped Austen as Rain moved lower. They hadn’t left the bed all day. Austen had put down some towels, and they’d eaten in bed before the food had ended up on each other. It had been a long time since he felt this way. His muscleswere completely relaxed. No stress touched his mind. Nothing existed outside of this bed.
Rain bit his ass cheek.
Austen moaned without meaning to.
He felt Rain smile against his skin. “That’s a sensation you like, huh? You enjoy getting eaten?”
Austen pressed his face against the mattress. “Oh God.” He didn’t know how much more he could handle. While they had played all day and he wasn’t as young as he used to be, Rain had him so fucking hard with all the licking and teasing. He would never smell chocolate again without getting an erection.
An evil chuckle vibrated against his ass. Rain shifted positions, moving to settle between his thighs. He felt chocolate dribble down his crack.
“Fuck.” It was the breathless curse of a dying man.
Rain slapped his ass. “Lift those hips. Give me what I want.”
Austen dutifully moved to his knees, giving Rain all the access he wanted. He held his breath and focused on every sensation. With that first swipe of Rain’s tongue, moving toward his asshole, Austen nearly came. A sound he had never made fell from his lips. Thankfully, it was muffled by the mattress. He sounded exactly like a needy whore.
Rain didn’t stop. His tongue explored every centimeter of Austen. He used the appendage against Austen in every way until Austen whined, begged, and rode his fingers and tongue with zero care of how desperate he looked. He was at a point of no return. If Rain stopped, he would die. Austen didn’t think he was being dramatic at all. His life depended on Rain’s tongue.
