When it Rains (Completed)

CHAPTER 36

We decided to spend the night in the small hut near the garden. And, apparently, it had been hanging around here for decades already. I was actually surprised when I saw a mini fridge as we went in.

He made a bonfire to keep us warm in the middle of the cold night. I was burning my mallows in the fire when the sky growled—a warning for us to get into the hut immediately. Our bonfire date is ruined.

Minutes passed by, and the rain downpoured. The place got colder, and all we had left was ourselves. He turned on the lampshade that lit up the room, and drew himself near me. "You okay?"

"Don't mind me. I'm fine."

"Why wouldn't I mind you if you're the only one that I have tonight?"

"You sure about that? Considering how old this hut is, there might be people watching us right now."

"Nice try scaring me, but I hope you realize the only thing I'm afraid of is losing you."

He grabbed my waist, pulling me close to his body. There, I could feel how loud the beat was underneath his shirt. His eyes were locked on me as I laid my hands on his shoulders. "So what should we do now?" I asked.

"Keep ourselves warm, I guess?" he grinned. I knew what he meant—something I'd like to do tonight. But, I don't want to react the way he expected me to.

"Do you remember our first night in the big cabin? This reminds me of what happened that night," he spoke.

"Yeah, kind of. Do you want to break down again just like I did?"

"Flynn."

"What? Nagbreakdown naman talaga ako no'n."

"Yeah, but it's not my intention to remind you of that—"

I couldn't contain whatever I was feeling at that time, but I laid my lips on his, interrupting him. He replied, moving his hand over mine, taking turns, touching tongues.

There, I started to feel something—not just something but an urge to touch him the way I wanted to. My hands, like they had their own soul, moved and travelled from his shoulders down to his chest. He went to my neck, like he was about to put a tattoo on my skin with his lips, while his palms were on my back, massaging my cheeks so well that I couldn't take it but to let out a soft moan.

He took off my shirt, dived his lips into my chest, and sucked each of my nipples. My moans are getting louder, my body heat intensifies, and I'm starting to lose my mind.

I pushed him gently and quickly took his clothes off. That showed me his toned body, which I've seen a lot, but something I craved to touch just the way he does to me.

The moment I licked his nipple, he moaned and kept his hands traveling back and forth on my back. My tongue went down from his chest down to his abs, and played around with my lips on his skin.

We moved near the wall, and he leaned against it as he unbuttoned his shorts for me. He kissed me once more, before I finally kneeled before him. There, he pulled down his shorts with his white underwear, revealing what must've been waiting for me again.

It had its own gravity that made my hands touch it, lick its head before I stroked it up and down slowly and gently. His flesh was so long that I hesitated to do a job on it, but as he grabbed my head, I knew I had to do it just like before.

"Flynn, put it in now," he begged.

I drew myself nearer and put his flesh into my mouth, "you're so warm, Flynn, f*ck."

The moment I started to move back and forth gently, he let out a loud moan. He really liked it when I gave him the pleasure he wanted. "F*ck, Flynn. So good, so good, mmm."

I could feel him thrusting his hips already, attempting to reach my throat as I moved my mouth back and forth.

I held on to his legs. Now that I moved faster than awhile ago, his moans got louder and he was cursing my name so much in great pleasure.

It had reached my throat, nearly choking me. We stopped and I stared at his flesh, full of my own saliva.

He kissed me once more and brought me to the small bed. He took off my last pieces of clothes and devoured my skin as I lay on the bed. I couldn't stop making noise—his lips and tongue were doing their great job of pleasing me so much.

I bent my knees as he went to my hole and played around with his tongue. I tried to stop myself—he was doing it so well that I could barely breathe.

Now, he grabs something from the drawer and pours the liquid on his hands before touching my hole and gently massaging it. I wasn't even ready when his finger went in and started to move back and forth. I could sense pain at first, but later my back was already in a relaxed state before he finally got his flesh in me.

"Oh, f*ck, Pat. I don't think I could handle this," I spoke while his flesh was still stuck in me.

He bent over and reached for my lips. "I'll be gentle. I love you," he replied as he started to move his flesh in me.

There was nothing that I could do but mumble in pain, but the pain became a pleasure that completely lost my mind. As soon as he found my spot, he thrust his hips so fast that I couldn't stop cursing his name out loud. "Oh, f*ck, Patrick, f*ck."

We switched positions—he laid himself flat as I rode on his flesh. I went up and down, still unable to let the whole in me after such a long time, but as I began to move, he thrust his hips, and now I feel like I'm bouncing on his flesh.

He moved and went over me, switching us again, still thrusting in and out of me. "I love you, Flynn."

"F*ck y—"

"I'm coming," he spoke, and went faster and faster, clashing skin to skin, until I felt something warm in me and then, he started to move his flesh gently out of me.

He laid himself beside me. We were both catching our breaths, just feeling tired of what we'd done. Thank God, I survived. I f*cking survived.

"Go for another round?"

Ah, sh*t.