Free In the Rain by Erin Lark

your breast. You know that,
right?" Another pause. "And I bet you like it
when someone twists those little nips
of yours."
    I
managed a nod before Thayre reached around me with his free hand to fondle my
beasts. He slowed his thrusts while his hand pulled my hair and his fingers
pinched at my nipple. Tugging at it. Twisting it. I moaned and gasped for
breath as he kissed behind my ear. Bit the side of my neck. Every breath I felt
him take, every thrust, every time he teased my breasts, I got that much
closer to losing it all over again.
    My
pussy tensed and clamped around his cock, stealing his breath as much as he
took my own.
    He
yanked on my hair until I yelped. "You like that,
don't you?"
    Something
in his voice changed. It was more commanding. Challenging. And I loved every
minute of it.
    "Would
you like me
to do it again?" he asked, releasing my hair enough to keep my neck from
going stiff.
    "Please."
    "Well,
I'm not—not yet." He smiled against my neck. "Because I want you to
finish again before I do."
    Oh
God. I always thought climaxing more than once in any
given evening with a guy was an urban legend, but I could see Thayre planned on
busting that myth
ten times over. And I couldn't get enough.
    He
released my hair, and while still twisting my nipples and biting my neck, he
very gently started to tease my hard clit. Everything about this man and sex
didn't match his calm, artistic demeanor at all. He was aggressive. Demanding.
And while I had a feeling he'd have stopped if I'd asked him to, I couldn't. I
didn't dare.
    With
my hair free from his grasp, I bowed my head and closed my eyes, thrusting at
him with every stroke he made. He pressed harder on my clit, circling it faster
with every pass, and I found myself thrusting into his palm almost as
much as I pushed back to feel his cock as deep as it could go.  
    My
legs shook. My arms weren't far behind. Thayre must've sensed me losing my
balance, so he removed the hand from my breast to wrap his arm around my waist.
    "You're
close, aren't you?" he asked in a deep, unrecognizable voice.
    "Yes,"
I said through clenched teeth.
    "I
can feel it—your orgasm building." He took a breath. "You're getting
tighter. But if I could keep you here, just like this,
I would."
    I
didn't doubt it. Regardless of how out of his mind he may have been in the
basement, he had more control now than he should ever have. He had enough
willpower to keep himself in check, and in turn, to hold me back as I waited
for him.
    My
climax built under his fingertips, and I froze. I was dangerously close, and I
shut my legs, biting my lip so hard it hurt.
    "Playing
hard to get, hmm?" Thayre asked, his voice shaking the slightest bit as he
deepened his thrusts. Strengthened them.
    He
faltered. His breath caught, or maybe he was holding it. I couldn't be sure,
but as his grip on my waist tightened, I let my head rest against his chest.
    "Please,"
I begged.
    "You
don't need my permission," Thayre said. "Close your eyes."
    I
did, and in the next breath, I came so hard everything turned white and a
breath rushed from my lungs. Thayre thrust harder. Faster. And with a low,
throaty growl, he came.

Chapter
Eight
    W hen
I finally opened my eyes, the wall was no longer in front of me, and Thayre was
lying beside me. The tips of his hair were damp with sweat, but the exhaustion
I expected to see in his expression was absent behind his smile.
    "So
I guess it's safe to say you aren't seeing anyone," I said, rolling onto
my side so I could curl up against him.
    He
stroked my hair, then kissed me on the forehead. "I'm looking right at
her."
    I
lifted my head off his shoulder. "I..."
    What
the hell could I say? I'd spent the past month trying to forget the last
relationship I'd been in, but that didn't
mean I was ready for a new one. There were still unresolved feelings—ones such
as my submission and how my mind went blank in Thayre's basement. Things I'd
subconsciously programmed myself to do, and the