Page 81 of Doubting Hearts

The short drive home was intense, as the air of sexual anticipation was immense. The sun was starting to set as darkness crept in. Rain’s hands touched mine every chance he got, sparking the fire in my belly and groin. When we got to his place and let ourselves in, Sheba wagged her tail at the sight of us but made no move to get up from her cozy spot by the unlit fireplace. Rain turned to me, his face darkened with desire. I imagined he saw the same expression on my face.

“Go into the bedroom and get undressed,” he whispered huskily. “I’ll be along in a minute.”

I nodded, going into the bedroom. I turned on the bedside lamp, flooding the room with soft light. I hastily took off everything I was wearing, heaving a sigh of relief as my cock sprung free. It was aching and needy, and I really needed Rain. I climbed eagerly on to the bed, lay back against the down pillows, and waited for my lover. I was so hyped up by the night’s events that I thought all he’d have to do was touch me and I’d explode. I knew this wasn’t going to be a long, drawn-out night for either of us. This was going to be short and oh-so-bloody explosive.

And when he walked back into the room wearing the same outfit he’d danced in tonight, I just knew I was in for a rough time. His eyes glittered as he saw me naked on the bed, my erection rearing up against my stomach, already wet, hard, and ready. He swallowed as he stood over me, the tight leather of his trousers highlighting his own erection. He still wore the leather wristband. I heaved a deep breath as he regarded me with sultry eyes.

“You look really slutty lying there like that,” he whispered as he crawled onto the bed beside me. “I like it.”

“God, Rain, you look incredible in that outfit.” My mouth was dry. “I have never seen anything sexier than you tonight.”

Rain leaned down and flicked his tongue over the head of my cock.

I hissed in pleasure as my body rose off the bed. “Rain, please. I’m so bloody horny I can’t wait,” I begged as his tongue stroked the length of my swollen shaft. “I need to feel your mouth around me.”

“First, you need to undress me,” Rain murmured. “I want to feel your hands on me.” He knelt next to me as I sat up, then slowly pushed the waistcoat off his shoulders and tossed it onto the bed. I leaned forward and kissed him, my tongue searching hungrily for his as I slid down his zipper. He moaned softly as my hands touched him, the full, hard length of him pressing urgently against my fingers. I pushed him back on the bed.

“Lift up your hips so I can get the bloody things off,” I growled. “They’re so damn tight I don’t know how you’ve managed to keep the blood circulation going down there.”

He chuckled. “I had no need of circulation. It all went to my cock the minute I saw you sitting in the audience watching me.” He wriggled his hips as I pulled the trousers down. I had to spend quite a bit of effort to get them off, they were so tight, and he’d been sweating, which made it worse. He gave a soft laugh as I battled with his clothing, a sound that sent my blood racing to my nether regions. One fierce tug and they were off, and I salivated at the sight of him, his cock hard and red, just waiting for me to take it in my mouth. As I bent down to fulfill my fantasy, he stopped me.

“Toby, wait. Do you still have the collar I gave you?” His quiet words made me shiver. I nodded. “Then do me a favor. Put it on me.”

His breath hitched as he spoke, and his deep breaths left no doubt this was turning him on. It was certainly doing something to me, the thought of putting that scrap of leather round my lover’s neck making my cock ache more. I stood up and went to the pants slung over the chair. I took the collar out of my pocket and went back to the bed. Rain looked at the scrap of leather, his eyes dark, his face greedy. I was so turned on my hands were trembling. I wrapped the collar round his neck, fastening it at the back as his eyes watched my face. When it was on, I leaned back to look at him. He looked like a decadent sub lying there, splayed out for me, with only the silver studs shining in the dim light of the room. I felt all- powerful, like some demigod about to anoint a servant.

“Now, do you believe I’m really yours, Toby?” he whispered softly. “This is symbolic. I belong to you, and I love you so much. I wanted to tell you just how much.”

My heart was simply too full to speak, his words touching me so deep inside I couldn’t breathe. Instead I nodded and slid my body over his, pressing our cocks together as his body moved to rub against mine, and I kissed him. I kissed him with everything I felt for him, all the love and feeling I had for him in my lips and in the brush of my skin against his. He groaned as his hands gripped my arse, fingers digging into my cheeks and bringing me closer. We moved against each other, our silky, wet, heated cocks moving against one another in a symphony of pure primal need. His mouth grew greedier, his hands more grasping, and I gasped as he let my mouth go and bit the skin of my throat. The sting made my eyes water, and he chuckled huskily.

“Christ, I want to eat you, Toby. Consume every bit of you till you’re inside me. Keep you there forever.”

His hand reached down to grip our erections, and he pumped us both. I leaned against him, my mouth buried in his neck as his movements grew stronger and faster. I reached down, placing my hand over his to help him. Our loud pants echoed in the room. I looked down into his face. His eyes were half-closed in bliss, and I felt the sensations building in my body, prickling, intense heat that flooded my pores. My stomach clenched, my thighs tensed, and I cried out as I came, the hot fluid spurting over both of our hands as I shuddered and emptied myself across our stomachs and chests.

Rain gave a grunt as he climaxed too, his teeth once again nipping my shoulder as we collapsed into each other, bathed in semen and sweat. I smelled his vanilla scent, the berry shampoo he used, the scent of his watermelon shower gel, and I smiled to myself. I loved the uniqueness of all Rain’s fruity scents combined together to make the man. The man I adored, heart and soul. I lay on top of him for a while, then rolled onto my back beside him. He turned over on his side and lifted himself on his elbow as he looked down at me. His fingers brushed sweaty strands of hair from my face.

“You look so hot in just that collar,” I murmured. “I think it’s just become my favorite fashion accessory for you.”

Rain laughed. “I’m glad you like it. I thought we’d had enough of the Dom/sub conversations to make it meaningful.” His fingers traced my lips. “You are such a sexy man, Toby Prentiss. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have you.”

I reached up and ran my fingers through his unruly hair. “Back atcha, Rain Engel. I never thought, that day in the storeroom when you mauled me, we’d end up here, like this.”

He huffed. “I did so not maul you. The way you swung your arse at me when I was walking behind you, you knew what it would do to me. You were a right tart.”

I shook my head fervently. “Nuh-huh. You definitely mauled me.” I gave a mock frown. “And you called me a bloody twink.” Rain snorted with amusement at that. We smiled at each other, and then he rolled over, reaching into his bedside table.

“Condoms and lube, Rain? I’m not sure I can manage it after an intense orgasm like that one.” I rolled over sleepily to watch him as he took a small box out, then looked at me.

“What’s that you’ve got? Some newfangled cock ring? Give a bloke a chance.”

He smiled and knelt before me on the bed, the box in his hand. His belly was still slick with our essences, and his skin was still flushed rosy from his orgasm.

“Not a cock ring. A ring of another kind.” He opened the box and turned it to face me. I gasped at the sight of two silver rings, side by side, gleaming in the box.

“I love you, Toby Prentiss. My sexy, feisty, lovable man. I wanted to ask you to be my husband one day. If you’ll have me, I’d like you to wear my ring. Let everyone know that you’re mine and I’m yours.”

His voice sounded breathless, even a little hesitant, as I sat up and knelt on the bed in front of him. My eyes were already filling with tears as Rain looked at me tenderly. “Rain, I love them.” I took one out of the box, looking at it with reverence.

“It’s white gold, Toby. I’m not that cheap a bastard that I’d give you silver.” His wry voice made me smile.