When The Rain Falls

32. Hey There, Gorgeous

32 HEY THERE, GORGEOUS

FINN

I haven’t woken up this hard since I was seventeen and tacked a swimsuit poster to my ceiling. Which makes me cringe now. Not that it was there long; Mom threw it out the minute she saw it.

Aimee’s got one hand on my chest and one cheek smooshed up against my arm. Her lips are pressed together against my skin, forming a delicate bow. I rest my hand over hers and slip a thumb beneath her palm, tracing her soft palm lines. I focus on nothing but the gentle rising and falling of her chest beside me.

Nine years.

It’s been nine years since I woke up like this. Next to a supple, warm body. In a wash of comfort. I blink back the water gathering in my eyes.

Last night she fell asleep quickly. With my arms drawn tightly around her. But sleep eluded me entirely. I haven’t felt this much peace in years. And I didn’t want to waste it sleeping. I found myself daydreaming at 3:00 a.m. Daydreaming about her. Daydreaming about what my life could be like if I wasn’t so fucked up. I was daydreaming when I should have been actually dreaming.

I hadn’t planned on telling her the truth. But I felt every ounce of the heartbroken rejection in her eyes. I couldn’t hurt her anymore. I couldn’t let her believe that she was the problem. Because she’s not. She’s perfect. So wide-eyed and full of silver-linings. She hasn’t had to build up scar tissue and a tolerance for the agonies of life. At least not the way I have. I’ll do whatever I can to keep her that way.

And she didn’t leave .

Not yet, anyway. Eventually she will. She’ll want more than I can give her. And there’s no way the universe would let me keep something like her.

I’ve thought about seeing a professional for my issues. I had grief counseling. It was ok. But I assumed that nothing could fix me but time. And now, it’s been nine years and I’m not fixed much at all.

I know what it is. It’s all in my fucking head. But the thought of trying to untangle the mess in there is just too daunting.

Aimee stirs in my arms. Her wild hair is splayed across my shoulder, across my chest. I want to keep her here. I want her. More than I’ve wanted something in a very long time. Which will make it all that much harder to say goodbye.

“Baby…” I let my whisper roll gently over her ear. “Time to get up.” I caress my fingers across her hip bone.

“Hmmm.” She rolls over towards me and nestles deeper against me. I’m still rock hard. And I should probably be a gentleman and try to will my boner away. But through half-lidded eyes, Aimee looks up at me and smiles as her hand shoots straight to my cock. The woman can probably sense a hard-on a mile away.

I don’t have the strength to pull her hand away. But I glance at the clock.

“We have to sneak you out,” I say reluctantly. “Before the girls are up.” She just takes me in her palms, all the way to the base and she rolls halfway on top of me.

Well, fuck.

“I have a better idea,” she murmurs. Her mouth as guilty as sin. “I want to play with you.”

I open my mouth to protest, but Aimee presses her pointer finger against my lips.

“Shhhhh,” she says. “Now it’s your turn. It’s your turn to be quiet. Let’s see how you like trying to be quiet while I use my mouth on you .” She removes her finger and slides her body all the way on top of me.

“Babe.” I grasp her hand. “I don’t know,” I tell her softly. “I don’t know if I can.”

“Oh, bear, you can.” She slips her hand out of my grasp and strokes me, base to tip. “Look at you. So hard. So thick. You look so delicious.”

My hands fly nervously over my face as Aimee begins to slide down my body, her bare breasts brushing against my chest. “Aimee,” I scold her. “We’re not doing this now. Not on a goddamn weekday morning.”

“We aren’t?” She gives me a naughty smile. Her body slides down mine. She works my joggers and my briefs down my leg. “Oops,” she says softly as she wraps her breasts around my dick. All my protests instantly die on my tongue and fall back down my throat.

She pumps slowly as she stares me in the fucking eyes like some kind of Medusa. And as my tip appears and disappears between her curves, I lose the ability to form words. There must be an animal living in the back of my throat because the noises that gurgle out are not human. Aimee lets out a pleased giggle as she slides farther down my body.

My dick is alive, jolting and twitching with excitement like a preacher on rapture day.

“Aren’t you a horny boy,” she teases as she takes me in both hands.

“Only for you,” I growl.

I cup the back of her head and slowly guide her head towards my length. I wait eagerly for that first touch against her lips. But she holds back to admire me. And fuck, I’m not about to stop that.

“Look at it,” I hear her rasp. “It’s perfect. Hey there, gorgeous.”

Somehow, through the pain of pent up sexual frustration and anticipation, I manage to find my voice. “Did you just call my dick gorgeous?” I feel my abs tighten as I stifle something between a growl and a laugh.

“Don’t interrupt. I’m talking to him right now, not to you.”

Goddamn. Put it in your mouth, woman . I bite my lip and wait patiently. Because I think I still have patience around here somewhere. I just gotta find it.

Aimee pumps me in front of her face. Her eyes mesmerized by the way my flesh hoods and slides back down the tip. Goddamn it. Stop playing with my cock and suck . I focus on the way Aimee’s lips are parted deliciously, just waiting to take me in.

Aimee uses both her hands now, pumping me rhythmically. And, fuck, it looks like she’s enjoying this as much as I am. So much pleasure rips through me that I might actually combust. Apparently, this is what happens when for years the only hand your dick has known belongs to you.

“You like that, don’t you, big boy?” she coos. And it might be a little disturbing that I can no longer tell if she’s talking to me or my cock. “When was the last time someone did this for you, bear? Maybe all you need is to have your cock worshiped.”

I want to believe that’s true. I want to believe that’s all I need.

She stares at me, all fire and desire as she brings her tongue to my tip and swirls it just under my foreskin. I groan and my thighs tense in pleasure. How the fuck is she so damn good at this?

“Babe,” I manage to growl out. “I never want to forget how you look right now, holding my dick with both hands. So fucking pleased with yourself.” I settle my hand over the back of her head. “But goddammit, suck my cock already.”

Aimee’s face wrinkles in a seductive smile. She kisses my tip. She swipes her tongue across it. When she hesitates again, I wrap my hand around my cock and guide myself between her lips. They part willingly.

“That’s it, baby,” I grunt in anticipation. “Open that pretty mouth for me.” Aimee obeys and before I know it, my cock is disappearing between two pouty lips. I slide smoothly into the back of her throat. My breathing grows ragged and my entire body clenches at the sensation. Aimee slides her lips down farther and I grunt and groan as another wave of pleasure strikes me square in the gut.

I gather her hair in my hands at the nape of her neck. My hand bobs along with her head as she takes me in again and again, each time sinking a little deeper. “Fucking Christ.” I tighten my grip on the makeshift ponytail. Aimee slurps and sucks and I feel myself hitting the back of her throat. She lets out a little choking sound and I pull her head back by her hair until I slide out of her. Then I lean down and kiss her lips.

Her lips are warm from the friction of my cock and as my lips tangle with hers, it hits me. I was so entranced with need for her that I forgot to be worried. Or nervous. Or anxious. I feel myself growing bolder and when I pull Aimee’s head back from mine, I see pure, unadulterated delight in her eyes. Like I’m doing her a favor. Goddammit. I feel like puffing out my chest and slamming my fists into it like the animal that she’s made me.

“You love that cock, don’t you?” I whisper, planting a kiss on the tip of her nose.

Aimee nods, sending my fist at the back of her neck bobbing again.

“Good,” I tell her. “Finish what you started, babe,” I command, laying back down into the mattress. “I want to watch.”

Aimee runs her tongue along the underside of my length, starting at the base. I enjoy how my dick stretches across her face. When she gets to my tip, she sucks me into her mouth. And then I’m in the back of her throat again. And she’s slurping and gagging. The sounds cause something to break off within me and I can’t hold back anymore, I grip her head in both hands and plunge into her. Again and again. Until her face goes red and I panic, pulling out to see if she’s ok.

“Fuck, sorry?—”

“Don’t stop,” she gasps, strings of saliva dripping between her mouth to my cock. “I love it,” she says. Then she licks her lips, tucking the strings of saliva back into her mouth like it’s fucking cotton candy. I’m pretty sure my eyes are bugging out of my head.

I slide back into her and it’s only three more thrusts until my abs clench again. The muscles in my thighs tense. My entire body contracts. An unyielding wave of pleasure surges through me. Black spots form in my vision. And when the climax of pleasure finally crashes down around me, Aimee’s throat works around my length. She gulps me down as I'm spilling. And that alone draws out my climax even farther.

The noise I make is guttural and throaty. My abs are starting to hurt from being contracted for so long. And then everything in my body goes slack. I fall into the mattress, a corpse who has spilled all his life blood.

Aimee slides me out of her mouth and my dick twitches again and again.

“Fuck," I mutter, reaching for her. I pull her up, kiss her hard, and tuck her under my arm. Her arms wrap around me and we cling to each other. My mind is clouded. I'm clumsy, drunk, and high all at the same time. I forgot I was capable of feeling like this. Deep satisfaction. In my body and in my soul. Because Aimee gives me both.

"I didn't expect you to swallow,” I finally whisper into her hair.

"And I didn't expect you to taste so good."