Page 57 of Doubting Hearts

Chapter Sixteen

RAIN

A SHIVER coursed through Toby’s body at my last words. To be honest, I was turning myself on so much by what I was doing to him that if we didn’t get this show on the road soon, there’d be no bloody point. I was ready to explode, the sight of Toby’s muscled, wiry body, laid out for me like a smorgasbord of sheer sexual fantasy enough to send anyone crazy with lust.

But I needed to be gentle with him. I could see the dark, yellowing bruising on his back and the healing but still garish stitching holding him together. He was still so pale too, despite his constantly telling me he was feeling fine. I wanted him badly, but I also wanted to show him I cared, that he could trust me. Although thinking of the text I’d got earlier made me feel guilty. But there was time enough to think of that later. I didn’t want to deal with that right now. I wanted to make love to the man stretched out in front of me.

Sometimes our lovemaking was pure animal sex, brought on by the mutual desire we had for each other. Sometimes it was simply a release, a quick blowjob or a wank before we got up in the morning, guaranteed to release the pressure. But most times it was slow and languorous, a blending of two bodies and minds that wanted to pleasure each other and simply enjoy the feeling of skin and sweat and bodily fluids. This was one of those times.

I poured champagne all over Toby’s body, letting it trickle into his belly button then lapping it up. I licked his nipples, teasing them until they were hard like pebbles. His chest was my canvas, and I painted pictures on his body with my tongue, champagne trails that were sweet and sweaty at the same time. I drank from his heated skin, pouring the golden liquid into my mouth, then kissing him as he drank like a greedy bird being fed by its mother. I trickled tantalizing trails of liquid down his chest to his groin, then licked it all up slowly. The fact he couldn’t see what I was going to do next made us both breathless, him with anticipation, me with the knowledge I could do with him what I wanted.

Toby moaned, gasped, and shuddered as I tormented him, his skin puckering with goose bumps. I was so turned on myself I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out. My dick was raring to bury itself inside the man lying trembling under the assault of my tongue, lips, and fingers. He tugged and pulled at his bindings, and I smiled in satisfaction at the frustration he must be feeling, not being able to reach out and touch me. His body was being played like a guitar, and he could do nothing about it.

Both of our bodies were sticky with champagne and body fluids. Toby’s soft moans as I tormented him were an aphrodisiac in themselves.

“Enjoying yourself, Rain?” he gasped as my mouth trailed its way down over his hips, teasingly licking the tip of him, then biting his skin, small nips that made his body arch upward from the bed. I nodded as my lips found his balls and sucked them into my mouth gently, and then I rolled my tongue around the soft sacs that tasted so Toby. Musk, sex, heat, and sweat.

“Uh-huh,” I said, my mouth full of him. I lifted my mouth from his soft and tender scrotum and licked the underside of his cock as he heaved a shuddering sigh. “I’m having a lot of fun. How about you?”

“Fuck me,” he gasped as his hips reared upward. “Rain, please….”

His entreaty fell on deaf ears as I continued my games, torturing him until he was nothing but a panting, moaning mess. I moved up his body and took his mouth in a kiss. He bit me, his teeth seizing my bottom lip, drawing blood. I growled at the sting, and he laughed softly, a deep, throaty sound that made my groin burn even hotter. I had to restrain myself from plunging inside him. I still wanted to tease him some more.

“You are so going to pay for that,” I whispered as my fingers tweaked his already rock-hard nipples. I bit them in turn, hearing his groan of both pleasure and pain. “I am going to make you wait until you bloody explode.”

He swore at me, erotic words that made me gasp with the sheer imagery of them. I’d had no idea my boyfriend could paint such a dirty picture with his mouth. But I liked it. I knew I wouldn’t hold out much longer. My own cock was swollen, pulsing, and slippery with my arousal. I needed to feel myself inside him, his tight muscles around me, milking me until I had nothing left to give. Now it was time for the coup de grace. I poured champagne onto his cock and sucked him, rolling him around in my mouth, sliding my tongue into his slit, licking him from root to tip. He had a unique taste of sweet and musk, the champagne coating his balls like expensive eau de cologne. I licked him, tongued him, and nibbled until his loud moans and expletives echoed against the backdrop of our song as it played over and over again.

I chuckled against the soft curls of his groin as his hips left the bed, and he came with a cry that I was sure the whole hotel must have heard. His semen filled my mouth like thick strands of spider’s silk, his musky scent making my head reel. I reveled in taking everything I could from him and came up for air. He was gasping, his body red and sweaty, his chest heaving, his low moans echoing in the room.

“Jesus,” I murmured as I slid up to kiss his swollen lips roughly. “I had no idea you knew such dirty words. And could you please keep it down? Everyone will bloody hear us.”

“Then don’t be so fucking good,” he growled, his body shivering and jerking in the aftermath of his orgasm. “Give me more of that champagne. I want to taste your mouth again.”

There was a little left, so I did as I was commanded. I was so ready and frantic to finish it that I could wait no longer. I sat up, reaching for the condom and lube on the table. I moved across Toby’s sticky body as our chest hair matted together, pulling agonizingly, which made us both hiss in pain. I opened the lube and applied it liberally to Toby’s entrance, sliding my fingers in and loosening him up. I wanted this to be as easy as possible given the pain he was already in. When I thought he was ready, I ripped open the packet, and slid the condom urgently onto my cock. He moaned in anticipation and drew his legs up, and I pushed inside him. He grunted and pushed his hips up to meet me. I kissed his sweet champagne mouth, knowing that all he could do was feel me and not see or touch. His panting breath ghosted against my neck. I tried to hold the weight of my body off his injury, not wanting to push him too deep into the bed in case I hurt him. It was difficult restraining myself when all I wanted to do was ram inside him, force my cock in until there was no place left to go.

“Rain, I’m not made of bloody china,” he said fiercely. I could almost see him glaring at me from behind the blindfold. “I won’t break.” His arms tightened in his restraints as I took his words onboard and got much rougher. His cry of satisfaction was enough to make me remember that my man was tougher than he looked.

“God, Rain,” he grunted as my strokes got deeper and harder. “You feel so good. And not being able to see you is such a turn-on.” His velvet muscles clenched around my cock, tight then loose, making my head swim with the sensation of being manipulated. I saw his lips curl like a wolf’s, teeth bared in sheer satisfaction that he could do this to me.

I was near to eruption. I gave one last thrust and climaxed, my groan of release muffled as Toby hunted like a blind mole for my mouth and claimed it greedily. The aftershock of my orgasm claimed my body, leaving it boneless and spent as I collapsed on top of him. I heard his quiet “oomph” of pain and hastily moved myself off my lover to lie beside him, chest heaving.

For a while there was only the sound of our heavy breathing. The smell of sex and sweat permeated the air, and I felt relaxed and complete. I removed the condom, knotted it, and dropped it on the side table. Post-sex cleanup operations were always my worst chore. Toby spoke huskily.

“Rain? Do you think you could get me out of these ties? My arms are effing sore.”

I laughed softly and loosened the ties, and he winced and rubbed his wrists. I reached behind him and took off the blindfold, and he gazed at me, his eyes warm and filled with affection and the lazy aftermath of sex.

“That was incredible,” he said huskily as his hands stroked my stomach. “Champagne, bondage, a blowjob, and great sex. I couldn’t ask for more.”

I smiled. “My pleasure. You needed to be spoiled after everything that’s happened.” I leaned and kissed him tenderly. “My amazing man.”

Toby gazed at me with a strange expression. I saw his mouth open as if to say something; then he stopped. I hated it when he did that. He knew it drove me crazy.

“Did you want to say something?” I trailed my hand down his arm, feeling the goose bumps form on his skin. He hesitated, then shook his head.

“No. It’s nothing.” He picked at the covers, the thing he did when he was nervous or troubled. “Mr. Miyamoto came to see me today.”

I looked at him curiously. “What did he want?”