Waiting for Rain by Susan Mac Nicol Page B

watching me as his tongue swirled around the head of my cock and he slid the tip of his tongue into my slit. If he kept this up much longer, I’d blow.
    “Toby, come up here. I won’t last if you keep doing that, and I want to be inside you when I come.” He stood up and slid his tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself on his tongue and lips as he devoured my mouth with a hunger that made me weak. Our cocks strained against each other, both hardened shafts of steel, mine wanting so desperately to feel Toby’s tight warm muscles around it. I pushed him back onto the hay bale and watched as he stared up at me, his eyes unfocused and wide. Then he stood and jumped up onto the next bale.
    “Follow me up higher,” he commanded. “And bring those trousers and shirts with you. We need the condoms and lube in the pocket, and we can spread the clothes on the hay to stop us getting grass spears up our arses.” The man had the cheek to smile wickedly. “There’s only one thing I want to feel up my arse tonight, and it definitely isn’t grass.” He gave a low chuckle and bounded up the hay bales like a long-limbed fox. I could tell he’d done this before. I bent down, gathered up all the clothing I could find in my arms, together with the phone, and started the rise to the summit.
    It was a little more difficult negotiating the bales with stuff in my hands, and by the time I got up to the top, to see Toby splayed out delectably on the highest bale, I was a little out of breath. But that could also have been the sight of him lying wantonly, his legs raised already and his cock just raring to go. I needed to taste that very badly.
    God, he is so bloody sexy.
    “Scoot over,” I ordered, laying the clothes down. I made sure I took the lube and condom out of my jeans pocket first and laid them where I could access them easily. The phone still played that sexy song. Toby chuckled. “You bought some too? Good, I also have stuff in my trouser pocket. So we shouldn’t run out.”
    I realized for the first time that I was fifteen feet off the ground. There wasn’t that much to see at this time of night, but it was incredibly peaceful. Toby scrambled to his feet and came up behind me, his front pressing against my back as he put his arms around my waist. His slick hardness pressed against my backside as he shifted against me deliberately. I closed my eyes and swallowed, drinking in the feel and scent of him.
    “See?” he murmured softly in my ear as his teeth gently nibbled at my earlobe. “I told you this was special.”
    “Have you ever done this with anyone before—fucked on top of a haystack?” A surge of jealousy ran through me. I wanted to be the first. Toby shook his head.
    “No, Rain. I’ve never done this before. That’s why it’s special. Because it’s with you.”
    I groaned, turning to find his mouth, thrusting my tongue in. He tasted so bloody good, wine and peppermint on his breath. I pushed him down onto his back on the pile of shirts and trousers that made up our blanket and knelt beside him, up by his shoulders. It was a decadent sixty-nine position that left him free to touch me where it counted too. Slowly, I tasted him from top to bottom, working my way down. The hard nubs of his nipples and the firm skin of his chest and abdomen tasted like warm sunshine. The fine hairs on his chest and belly tickled my lips. I dipped my tongue in his belly button, hearing his sigh of pleasure.
    He ran his hands through my hair and down my back, across my butt cheeks, causing me to shiver. My hair caressed his stomach, falling forward over my face, brushing his skin gently. His hand moved from my hair to my belly, stroking me, brushing my cock teasingly, already wet and swollen and aching for release. Toby’s hips were a work of art, lean and curved, the concave dip of his pelvis tantalizing and sexy. I ran my tongue over the curls in his groin and stroked him gently with my hand. He was uncut like me, with a