Chapter 43

“Yes,” he said aloud. “Come here—” and gathered his Cupid closer for more kissing.

While nuzzling Raine’s throat above that expensive shirt-collar—biting some too, enough pressure and beard-burn to leave a mark—he slid a hand between them, to the rigid welcoming length of Raine’s cock, stroking him through finely woven fabric. Raine moaned and pushed back against his hand; Don nipped at his throat and took a firmer grip on him, caresses more direct and fiercer and more assertive, hand occasionally dipping back between his thighs to play with his balls and his pert backside, still without freeing him from confining layers.

Raine melted against him, head falling onto Don’s shoulder. The spot over his cock had grown damp; already leaking, then, and Don rubbed a thumb over him right there, which made Raine gasp and clutch at him and nearly lose balance.

Don raised eyebrows. Raine murmured, dreamy and flirtatious, “I may not be wearing underwear…”

“You wereserious about the suit.”