I’m ashamed of the way my back arches, the way my hips involuntarily press forward against his.
I bite my lip, trying to stifle the sounds building in my throat, terrified of what will happen if I let them escape. My body trembles under his touch. I close my eyes, trying to disconnectfrom the sheer intensity of it, but that only makes the sensations sharper.
His mouth releases me, his breath hot against my skin.
“Why are you silent now, Patton?” His voice is a ragged, trembling whisper against my collarbone. “You used to at least answer me.”
He sounds… wounded. And the thought is so absurd it nearly makes me laugh. He wants me to talk? To banter with him while he has his mouth on my nipple in the middle of the locker room?
My mind is a frantic mess. I can’t form a coherent sentence. I search for any excuse.
“Someone could walk in here at any moment,” I manage to choke out. It’s the stupidest, most obvious thing I could possibly say, but it’s all I have.
For some reason, that’s the wrong thing. Completely the wrong thing.
A dark look flashes across his face. Something predatory and decisive. He lets out a harsh breath, and then his mouth is on my neck, kissing a hot, wet trail up to just below my ear. His teeth graze my skin, and he sucks hard, right on that sensitive spot.
A loud moan tears from my throat.
“There it is,” he growls against my skin, the sound vibrating through my entire body.
Before I can react, he’s moving. His hands are on my waist, strong and insistent, turning me, repositioning me. I’m clumsy and off-balance, still perched on his knees.
He guides me until I’m on my hands and knees on the bench in front of him. In one swift, brutal motion, he hooks a finger under the knot of my towel and yanks.
It falls away, leaving me completely naked, exposed to the cool locker room air and his burning gaze.
My entire body flushes with heat. Humiliation and a shocking, electric thrill war inside me. I’m bent over for him, my ass in the air.
“Raiden,” I breathe, the name a trembling plea. For what, I don’t know. For him to continue? I’m so shocked by his actions, by the raw passion he’s treating me with, that my mind can’t keep up.
He doesn’t answer with words. His large hands land on my thighs, his touch firm and possessive. He squeezes, kneading the muscles there, his thumbs tracing circles on my inner thighs, dangerously close.
I gasp, my hands gripping the cold edge of the bench. I can feel him right behind me, feel the heat radiating off his body.
Then, he leans forward, his hot breath ghosting over the most sensitive part of me. I tense, my entire body going rigid with anticipation.
And he starts licking my hole.
My world dissolves into pure, white-hot sensation.
He is really enthusiastic. There’s no hesitation, no reservation. His tongue is hot and wet and quite skillful, tracing the rim of my opening before flicking and probing and swirling. He licks me like he’s been dying for this taste. One of his hands stays on my hip, holding me steady, while the other trails up my spine, sending shivers everywhere it touches.
I’ve never felt excitement like this. It’s a lightning storm in my blood, a fire in my stomach. And a lot of butterflies. I whimper, unable to stop myself, burying my face in my arms. He just growls in response, a low, encouraging rumble, and his tongue darts inside me.
He fucks me with his tongue.
Deep, rhythmic strokes that send shockwaves straight to my cock. My hips start to buck on their own, chasing the feeling, andhis hand clamps down harder on my hip, stilling me, forcing me to take it. He controls every part of this.
“Don’t move,” he rasps, his voice thick with arousal. “Let me.”
My mind is gone. There is nothing but the wet heat of his mouth, the shocking intimacy of his tongue inside me, the overwhelming, building pressure in my groin. It’s too much. I can’t take it.
My climax crashes over me without warning. I cry out, a strangled sound, my body seizing as waves of pleasure tear through me. I come without a single touch to my cock, spilling onto the cold metal of the bench, my body shaking uncontrollably.
Raiden doesn’t stop. He keeps licking me, until my frantic shudders finally subside into weak tremors. Only then does he pull away.
He immediately moves up behind me, pressing his hard, clothed length against my ass as he wraps his arms around my chest, pulling my back flush against him. He’s huge and solid and scorching hot.
