Page 42 of Under The Twilight Rainfall
Maybe I can give him something else this time, though. Just for a while.
The sky opens up at the exact moment I take Valen’s face in my hands. It’s a steadily increasing drizzle, but neither of us look away or make to get out of the water. He digs his nails into my shoulders, and I curl my fingers in the hair at the back of his neck.
His pulse is strong and fast, and before the fear can take hold, I drag him to me.
Soft and pliant is exactly how I expect Valen’s mouth to feel, and for a moment, that’s exactly what I get. Patient, caring Valen letting me take the lead.
But I want to give him more.
I lick at the seam of his lips, and he lets me in. Lets me explore. It takes what feels like forever before he tangles his tongue with mine, and even longer before he wraps his arms around to grip my shoulders and keep me close as hefinallymakes a wreck of my mouth.
It’s years’ worth of passion, repression, and frustration passing from his lips to mine, the tension draining from us both as we nip and claw and swap spit in the middle of a torrential downpour.
Because that’s who we are.
Two lost and broken boys just trying to fix the pieces of themselves while jumping into danger headfirst as if this right here isn’t the very reason we broke apart in the first place.
I’ll kiss Valen until all the air is drained from my lungs, until all of my worry is bubbled inside and shelved to pop and fester another day.
For the next six days, I’m giving my entirety to this man, jagged edges and all.
I just hope there’s enough of us to put back together when we reach the end.
NowthatI’vebeengiven permission, I can’t keep my hands off Dex. Or my mouth. Getting back to our hotel is pure torture as we try to keep to ourselves and not show the entire world how badly we want each other.
Kissing Dex Ashford has to be my favorite activity. He loves tongue action, loves when our kisses get wet and messy, and I’ve had him pushed against the door to our room for what feels like hours—too busy devouring each other to turn the handle and go inside.
But the things I want to do to him are too indecent for public eyes.
I blindly reach for the handle, catching Dex with an arm around his waist before he can fall through the open doorway.
“Fucker,” he mumbles against my mouth. “Coulda warned me.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
I kick the door shut, refusing to pull my hands out of Dex’s hair—tangled, tugging—and the sweet little moans he breathes into my mouth make me never want to let go.
“Fuck you,” he says, breaking the kiss to push on my chest, and I grin at the flush on his face. I did that to him. “I want you naked. Gotta piss, and I wanna see all of you when I come out.”
When I raise my brow in question, he slaps the back of his hand on my shoulder. “Have you ever had sex with a full bladder? It’s not a fun time.”
I laugh and pull him in for another quick kiss, then slap his ass when he heads towards the bathroom.
“Naked, Olaño. I wanna see that cock.”
He disappears, and I’m such a hard, leaking mess that losing my shorts is no trouble at all. God, he turns me on like no one else in the world. I’ve been in some state of arousal since the blowjob earlier, but when he kissed me?
I’ve maintained a lot of self-control over the years, but Dex’s lips on mine are too much temptation to pass up.
I hear the bathroom door open just as I’m slipping my shirt off, and I peer back to see Dex took his own advice—he’s naked and his thick, pink cock hangs in a half-chub between his legs.
I want to drop to my knees again. Want to taste him and listen to those pretty cries while I drive him wild.
That’s not in Dex’s plans, though, because he’s in front of me before I can move, hands touching all over. His nails scratch over my abs, fingers dig into my hip bones. He pulls me forward to suck on the base of my throat, to rock his cock against mine and moan into my spit-slicked skin.
“What the hell have you done to me?” he mutters, kissing up my neck to flick his tongue at my ear and just fuckingbreathethere.
My hands—which were just hanging in the air, unsure where to touch—he moves to his ass, moaning when I dig my fingers into the meaty globes. Dex is fit as hell, and where he might be a little soft in the stomach, his ass is all muscle and firm bubble butt.
