Nine-tenths of the Law

Chapter Twenty-eight

By the time we made it back to Nathan’s house, we were both soaked to the skin and horny as hell. We poured ourselves through the door, stumbling over feet and rain-saturated clothes, struggling with buttons and buckles. My fingers were numb, my hands were shaking, and my skin was wet, but I managed to get his shirt unbuttoned enough to pull it over his head.

Shoes and wet clothes littered the floor behind us as we inched toward the stairs. We made half-assed efforts to get our clothes somewhere in the vicinity of the laundry room, but that required going out of our way, taking us farther from the bedroom, and that was simply not an option. Not now.

Rain pounded the roof and thunder shook the windows, the storm getting more violent by the minute. Beneath our feet, the stairs thrummed with every roll of thunder. Flashes of lightning lit up the hallway and the bedroom, reflecting off wet hair and Nathan’s desperate, hungry eyes.

The bed was warm against my skin, but it was nothing compared to the feverish heat of Nathan’s body. Whenever he exhaled against my neck, his cool breath tempered that warmth just as the rain had, but with a brush of his fingertips, the heat returned like a glowing ember flaring back to life.

His sharp breaths cooled, his touch heated, and his presence intoxicated. I couldn’t tell where my arousal from the storm ended and my need for him began.

He rested his weight on his elbow and reached between us. “I don’t know what gave you the idea of kissing like that out there,” he said, closing his fingers around my cock. “But I have never been so fucking turned on in my life.”

“Seemed like-” I damn near whimpered as he stroked and squeezed just hard enough to take my breath away. “Seemed like it would be hot.”

“Oh, it was,” he growled, bending to kiss my neck. “Jesus Christ, it was.” A tremor ran through him, making his hand falter slightly. “Everything we do is fucking hot,” he whispered. “But this…my God, Zach, I’m so…” He nudged his hips against me, his rock-hard cock pressing into my leg. “I can’t tell you how many times I almost lost it while we were still out there.”

I couldn’t tell if the white light flickering at the edges of my vision was lightning, or just the first sparks of an orgasm, or both. All I could do was close my eyes and try to will myself to beg for more.

“Keep…” My eyes rolled back and my back arched. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop…”

“Oh, my God,” he whispered, his voice shaking as if he were the one on the brink. “Jesus, Zach, you are…” His voice trailed off and his rhythm faltered again, but I was so far gone, so close to coming, so-

His tongue ran around the head of my cock once, then twice, and I came so hard I thought my entire body had levitated off the bed. I was vaguely aware of my own voice vibrating in my throat, but had no idea what, if anything, I said. Something coherent started to form in my mind, working its way from thought to speech, but then Nathan’s mouth was over mine and I neither knew nor cared what I’d been about to say.

“I have got to fuck you,” he said, the desperation in his voice reverberating through every nerve ending in my body just like the thunder outside. “Please.”

Speech was lost on me, so I simply nodded. Nathan reached-no, lunged-for the nightstand and grabbed a condom out of the drawer. Lightning flashed and a second later, thunder rumbled, but the sound was lost behind my pounding heart.

Nathan sat up and guided his cock to me, pushing in slowly. As he did, he groaned as if already on the edge of an orgasm. Once he was all the way inside me, he shuddered once, pausing to take a deep breath, then withdrew and pushed back in, gaining speed with every stroke.

Each flash of lightning illuminated Nathan’s face for a fleeting second, burning every momentary image into my mind like a still from an old black-and-white film. Flash. His eyes screwed shut and his lips parted as his entire body rose above me with a powerful upstroke. Flash. Grimacing like he was somewhere between pain and pleasure as he thrust a little faster. Flash. Throwing his head back just as he released a roar that drowned out the thunder.

He collapsed over me and his body shuddered against mine as the world seemed to shudder around us.

After a while, he raised his head and kissed me as I ran my fingers through his sweat- and rain-dampened hair.

“I never realized thunder was an aphrodisiac,” he said, slurring slightly.

“Could’ve been a coincidence.” I grinned at him. “Maybe we were just horny as hell and there happened to be a storm.”

A warm breath of laughter rippled across my collarbone. He kissed my neck and said, “Well, there’s only one way to test that theory.”

“Which is?”

“Next time there’s a thunderstorm,” he murmured against my skin, working his way up my neck kiss by kiss. “We go out…” Kissed just below by ear. “…we get caught in it…” He nipped my earlobe. “…and see if this happens again.”

A roll of thunder and the gentle touch of Nathan’s lips made me shiver. “And if it doesn’t?”

“You’ll be there.” He kissed me. “I’ll be there.” Another kiss, longer this time. “Of course it’ll happen.”

When he kissed me again, I knew the storm outside would be over long, long before we were finished tonight.