Chapter 27
Don played with him a bit more, one hand on his cock and the other working inside him, long enough to make him sob and beg. Raine, shuddering and soft and slippery around Don’s fingers, letting out small needy cries as Don paid assiduous attention to that spot within him but kept an iron grip on his cock, was utterly sublime.
Eventually Don remembered he’d had a question. “One more question, I said. Still with me?”
Raine, practically non-verbal at this point, all dazed pretty noises and whines, met his eyes. Started to speak, discovered no sound, looked a bit puzzled, but nodded.
“Not talking?”
“It’s…unusually hard.” It sounded that way. Raine’s arms were wet; the ice had begun melting, trailing down forearms, over freckles and flame. “I haven’t…that doesn’t normally happen.”
“Well,” Don said reasonably, “you did say you were needing this. And you know I’ve got you.”
Raine nodded again.