Praying for Rain (Praying for Rain Trilogy, #1)(34)

All I know is that it hurts. There’s pressure everywhere. My chest feels like it’s about to explode. My head is pounding. My eyes burn like I’ve been pepper-sprayed. And my balls are already tightening in response to Rain’s warm welcome.

I wrap my arms around her waist and try to accept everything she’s giving me even though it cuts me to the bone. I try to give it back, but I feel clunky and uncoordinated. I don’t know how to do what she’s doing. I don’t even know if there’s anything left of me to give.

She’s not afraid as she pulls me in fully, grinds against me, and sears me with her napalm kisses. It’s like she’s done this a hundred times before. And that’s when I realize … she has.

In this very room.

With someone else.

Rain’s not making love to me. She’s making love to him.

The pressure I was feeling suddenly disappears. I can breathe again. I’m not in danger. There is no threat. This is simply a transaction—sex in exchange for a little boyfriend role-play.

Well, that’s too fucking bad. If Rain wants to fuck somebody, she’s gonna have to settle for me.

Grabbing her ass with both hands, I rear up onto my knees and chuckle as she squeals and wraps her arms and legs around me. I stand and drop her onto the mattress, crawling over her like a predator as the MP3 player tumbles to the floor. The singer is whining about some girl who left a tear in his heart. I feel bad for the guy. He really shouldn’t let himself get that attached.

I form a plank over Rain’s body, careful not to touch her as I line myself up with her tight little slit. That’s all she’s getting from me. I do the using in this relationship, and tonight, I’m using her for sex. Boyfriend role-play not included.

The moment I plunge inside of her, Rain wraps her thick thighs around my waist and laces her fingers together behind my neck. “Come here,” she whispers, tugging me toward her, and the huskiness in her voice has me dropping to my elbows to kiss her.

Rain’s lips are brutally soft. Her touch, too. I thrust into her harder, hoping she’ll take the hint and drop the act, but she’s determined to make this fantasy happen. I’m just about to flip her over and take her from behind when a single syllable stops me in my tracks.

“Wes …”

Wes.

Not What’s-his-face.

Wes.

“Yeah?” I rasp, that fucking noose tightening around my throat again.

Rain’s hands slide to my cheeks. “What’s your name? Your whole name?”

I wish I could see her face. I wish I could see the sincere curiosity I hear in her voice shining out of those big blue doll eyes.

“Wesson Patrick Parker.” I swallow, but the noose only tightens.

“I thought you might be a Wesson.” Rain presses her little feet against my ass and tilts her hips up, drawing me back into her molten heaven.

“What’s yours?” I manage to choke out, burying myself in it to the hilt.

“Rainbow Song Williams.”

I retreat slowly, missing her with every inch, and thrust back in again. “What does it mean?”

Rain moans softly and wraps her arms around my back. I slide my hands under her shoulders and lie flush on top of her, wondering if she can feel my heart pounding the way I can.

“It’s the title of a song by that band, America, from the ‘70s.” Rain nuzzles her face into the side of my neck and plants a kiss there. “It’s kinda sad actually. It’s about a girl who fell asleep on a rainbow while she was hiding from blowing leaves and broken dreams.”

I brace myself on my forearms and look into the reflective pools of her eyes. “It sounds like you.” I watch them crinkle at the corners as she smiles, and before she can say another word, I surprise myself by sitting back on my haunches and pulling her up with me. Rain sinks down onto my dick again, and we’re just like we were before—her ass in my hands, her parted lips on mine, and her fingers running through my hair.

Fucking perfect.

Her movements are less tender now. More desperate. Mine feel less awkward, more confident. Rain nips at my tongue with her teeth as she slides up and down on my cock. I slap her ass and grin as she tugs on my hair in response. This isn’t what she did in the dark with What’s-his-face. This is what she does in the dark with me. And, when she moans my name again, I fucking know it.

“Wes,” she chants, her voice a breathy plea as her ass slaps against my thighs, and her tight little slit squeezes me even harder. “Wes …”

The feeling of Rain coming all over my cock with my name on her lips and my head in her hands is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. It shatters me. A tear rips through my heart as I clutch her panting, writhing body—just like that Twenty One Pilots motherfucker said it would—because I want this. I want her. But how can I keep her when everybody fucking leaves?

My hips jerk and my balls tighten as I thrust up into her. I know I should pull out. I always pull out. But, as my dick swells and stiffens inside her pulsating body, I just … can’t. Not this time. Nothing has ever felt more right in my whole fucked up life, so I decide to let myself have it. I’m a selfish bastard, and I want this.

I want Rain.

With a final surge, I coil my arms tighter around her waist and pour everything I fucking have into a girl I just met yesterday. As my cock jerks and spurts hot cum inside her still-trembling body, the pressure in my chest and the noose around my throat fade away, replaced with something warm and fuzzy and completely foreign.