Waiting for Rain by Susan Mac Nicol Page A

moonlight shone down, highlighting him in the dark. Rain didn’t take his eyes off my face. He watched me through hooded eyes, licking his lips. Moving over to me, he reached down, brushing the hardened bulge at my crotch teasingly, trailing his fingers along the ridge of my erection. My head arched back in sheer pleasure, his low, husky chuckle almost my undoing. If he didn’t do something soon I was going to mess in my pants.
    “Rain, for God’s sake. You need to end this for me.” My voice was strangled. “I can’t take much more.”
    He laughed, slowly shrugging off his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders. I gasped at the sight of his chiseled abs and stomach, revealed in all their splendor. His jeans hung low on his hips. He ran his hands down the sides of his body, and he smiled.
    “You liking this, Toby?” he whispered, dancing nearer to me, arms now up in the air, clicking his fingers softly to the music, hips swaying seductively in front of my face. Straddling my legs, he pushed himself toward me, his groin tantalizingly close to my mouth. I reached out to pull him closer, wanting to run my lips over that denim bulge, rip down his zip with my teeth, and take him in my mouth. I needed to feel velvety smoothness on my tongue and taste him.
    He laughed. “The song won’t last forever. Hold your horses. Think of the farmers needing their rain.”
    “Fuck them,” I said huskily. “I need my Rain.”
    His low laughter turned my insides to jelly. “So now I’m your Rain?” He leaned down. “Take off your shirt and your trousers. I want to see what’s inside those clothes.”
    I needed no urging. Mr. Cocky wanted out. I stood up, dropping my pants, lifting my dress shirt over my head. The night was getting slightly cooler, and I shivered. I stood there in my silk boxers, my cock poking above the waistline, already leaking. Rain glanced down at me and licked his lips. As he did that, the music stopped. The night was quiet again, with only the usual night calls of birds and the occasional snuffling of whatever might be in the bushes.
    “Start the song again. Put it on repeat,” Rain whispered, his breath ghosting my cheek. “I want to fuck you to that song until we’ve finished.”

Chapter 6
    Rain
     
    A T MY words, I saw Toby’s hands tremble as he reached for his phone and fiddled with it. Soon the music was playing again. He laid the mobile down on the trousers that were puddled in front of the haystack as the tinny sound continued playing. I put my hands on Toby’s hips, caressing them through the silk of his stripy boxers. His body shuddered.
    “Rain,” he whispered. I could smell his arousal, the dark scent of sex and sweat, and his unique scent of sandalwood and cinnamon. I licked his bottom lip, trailing my tongue teasingly along his warm mouth. He started moving my hands, sliding his boxers down his legs. He was now totally nude, and I was struggling to control myself at the sight of this man in front of me.
    He was beautiful. The long, lean lines of his torso, the fine golden hair on his chest, those full lips that looked as if they needed something between them, his strong, muscled legs, and that beautiful, proud cock jutting out—I had to have him. He was so responsive to my touch, and his closeness and his breathy pants were a total turn-on. His hands slid around my waist, and he moaned as I pushed my hips against his. His backside felt incredible in my hands, and I squeezed his cheeks tightly, then pulled them apart to run my fingers down his crease. He jumped as if I’d electrocuted him.
    “You need to get naked,” he groaned. “This isn’t fair.” Toby unzipped my jeans, then crouched to pull them and my underwear down. As he came up, he ran his warm hands up my legs and then knelt in front of me, taking me in his mouth. My back arched with the sensation of his lips and tongue on my swollen cock as he lathered me with his spit. I moaned loudly and looked down, to find his eyes