Rainbow by K.L. Savage

His lips are the clouds I’ve been missing from my life. I’ve never wanted someone so badly in my entire life. He groans down my throat, and I swallow it hungrily, trying to feel it in my bones.

I knew he wanted me.

My body comes to life, my skin awakens under his touch, my cock is throbbing in my sweatpants, and I want nothing more than to devour him.

Now isn’t the time.

I’d prefer to take him out, wine and dine him, and get to know him. That’s what he deserves, but this hurricane isn’t going to allow that, so I’m going to have to get creative. I bring the kiss to an end and lay my forehead against his. I slip my hands under his shirt, relishing how soft he is against my calloused fingertips.

I need to feel him—skin on skin. I can’t wait for that anymore.

I tug his shirt over his head, and the collar messes up his hair. It sticks up in all different directions, and I like it. I like being the one to see him unperfect and turned on with rosy cheeks. My hand finds the dip in his waist, and I run my thumb along his ribs.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” I whisper, unable to tear my gaze away from his torso.

He’s perfectly smooth with no hair, his skin the color of ivory, and his stomach is slim, but it isn’t defined. He’s soft. He has a very feminine figure. I dip my head down and graze my cheek along his flesh. He arches his back, whimpering and fisting the sheets.

Well, maybe we can take the edge off.

I lift my eyes to watch him. His eyes are closed, and his lips are parted. I flick my tongue out, and his face pinches in pleasure. His perfectly groomed brows wrinkle in the middle, and his lips make a perfect O.

His nipples are pink, by the way.

I can’t wait to taste them.

I pinch the right bud between my fingers while wrapping my tongue around the other and suck it into my mouth. I growl around the peak, rolling it between my teeth as he whimpers. His chest is flat, which is something I’m not accustomed to. I’m used to tits, large or small, but as I’m exploring his body and running my hands across his pecs, I find I love it.

I love the differences. I love how he feels against me. It’s right. We’re right.

“Rainbow,” he gasps, staring those green orbs at me in a begging manner.

“Nathan,” I correct him. “When I have my mouth on you, you’ll call me by my name,” I growl. The last thing I want to hear is him screaming Rainbow.

“Rainbow,” he tests me, gripping the sides of my head. “I’ll call you whatever I want.”

“Is that right?” I kiss a path up the middle of his chest, adoring the faint line of muscle to his neck.

“That’s right. And this is a bad idea. Rules,” he mumbles to himself.

“You’ll have to tell me these rules. So, I can break—” I kiss along his jaw to his ear, “—Every.” I suck the soft lobe into my mouth. “—Single.” I thrust my hips against his, and our cocks rub together through our pants. “—One of them,” I groan as his hard cock slides against mine. “Oh fuck, that’s good.” I close my eyes as a shudder runs through me.

Ryan pushes my sweatpants down below my ass and the cold air slips over my bare cheeks. My cock bobs as I lean up on one arm and tug his pants down to his thighs.

“You’re gigantic.” He reaches for me and wraps his hand around me. His index finger and thumb don’t touch as they tighten around me.

I drop my head between my shoulders and flex my hips, thrusting my cock into his tight fist. A bead of precome leaks from the slit. He swipes it away with his thumb and brings it to his lips.

He licks the pad of his finger clean and seeing him taste me breaks any restraint I have left. I wrap my hand around his shaft and try to be as confident as possible for a first-timer touching a man. Ryan is maybe six or seven inches, a few inches smaller than me, which is average for a guy. I just happen to be huge. I’m able to touch my fingers together around him.

I test the weight of him in my palm, and I can tell he’s nervous. I don’t think he’s breathing as he waits for my reaction.

The only one he’ll get from me is when he makes me come.

I release his cock and cage his head between my forearms. A grunt escapes me when the warmth of his palm lets my girth go, and he wraps his arms around my back, digging the blunt edges of his nails against my shoulders. I glance down and see our cocks together, barely brushing against each other. We’re so close; we’re twitching against each other.

I do what comes naturally and rock.

“Oh god,” I reach between us and wrap my palm around us both so I can feel more of him, and that feels even better. “Fuck. Oh, fuck.” I snag his mouth with my lips and kiss him hard, full of emotion, hoping he can feel how much I want him. I let us go and hook my arms around his shoulder and slide against him. “You feel amazing, baby.”

Never in my life have I felt this much pressure. I’m on the edge, and I want to come. I snap my hips quicker, fucking against his cock harder with every stroke. Precome leaks over our ruby red crowns, and he whines, thrusting his hips against mine to add more friction.

The headboard hits the wall, but the pounds fall on deaf ears since it’s pouring rain outside and the room echoes with our moans and grunts.

I break the kiss and drag my swollen lips across his jaw. “I saw your lace panties, and I can’t wait to see you in them.” I lower my voice and almost sneer, “Because I’m going to rip them off you and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to wear them without thinking of me.”

“Rainbow!” he cries out my name as he comes. “Oh my god, yes.” His entire body trembles as warm streams of come coat my cock and stomach from his orgasm.

He pushes me off him and onto my back, drops to his knees, and engulfs my cock with his mouth.

“Goddamn it!” I shout, slamming my fist into the wall.

I watch in fucking bliss as he licks his come from my cock and sack, then wraps his lips around the crown. His lips are stretched wide, and he hums as he takes as much of me as he can. He isn’t timid or unsure; he sucks me like I’ve always wanted.

His hand palms my heavy sack and tugs, then he deep throats my cock, gagging and choking, leaving my cock slick with his spit. I grip his hair and fuck his mouth down on my dick. “You like that, don’t you? You like being used?”

He nods, tears leaking out of the corner of his eyes from his mouth being so full.

“Yeah, you fucking do. Look at you.” I shove myself down his throat, and he chokes again. “So sexy. I’ve never seen such a pretty sight before.” I tilt my head back and moan when my orgasm tingles. “You’re going to make me come, Sassafras. You’re going to take every drop, aren’t you?”

He nods eagerly, ready to please.

I growl as my hips stutter. “Ryan…” I warn him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Ryan!” I shout, thrusting every time a jet of come leaves me. I push him down until his nose touches my pubes. He tries to swallow, but can’t, which causes him to cough. My come sprays along the base, and six streams later, he finally pops off. He gasps for breath, and his spit-soaked mouth shines as he dives forward to lick me clean, starved for my come.

It’s gorgeous.

I’m addicted.

His red tongue licks around my semi-hard cock, then he takes the flesh in his mouth again, which has me quivering from the sensitivity.

“You’re going to get me hard again,” I tell him between tight teeth.

He releases me and gives the crown a kiss, making me feel like a King getting his pinky ring kissed as someone kneels before him.

Holy fuck.

A man just sucked my cock, and it was the best experience of my life.

I want more.

We breathe heavily, our chests sweating from exertion, and we stare at one another. He’s waiting for me to freak out, and I can see the fear in his eyes. The uncertainty as he sits between my legs.

One day he’ll look at me with love.

Mark my words.