I take a moment to touch and hold and hug his lithe body, resting my cheek on his ass before diving in. Holding his cheeks apart, I lick at his little pink asshole, relishing his sounds as I work my tongue into him, doing that until he’s begging me to shove something inside of him.
Grabbing the lube, I slick my finger and swirl it around his entrance before pushing in, first with one finger, then with two. With my other hand, I coax his slender cock and tight balls back between his thighs, licking them while my fingers stroke in and out of his ass. I swallow him and he hangs on to the steering wheel, squirming against me as he bangs the dashboard with the side of his fist.
His body shivers when my exploring fingers find the angle he likes best. Pushing back against me, he demands, “Please, Everett. Please.”
“Fuck, Rafi. Face me.”
He turns awkwardly, all legs for a few seconds, until he settles on his knees looking up at me.
“Are you su—” I start to ask. Wordlessly, he reaches between us, his eyes never leaving mine, and dribbles lube on my cock.
“Can I?” he asks, his eyes pleading. “I haven’t been with anyone since…” I kiss him, hard, and he lifts up, then sighs as he sinks down, surrounding me with his glorious heat. His surprised eyes and his little o mouth just about undo me.
“Is this okay?” I ask, gently thrusting into him. “The ring? Does it…”
“It feels so gooood,” he whines, angling to take advantage of the many pleasures of a Prince Albert, and in doing so nearly pulls me over the edge.
“Rafi, baby, you’re so beautiful.” I force myself to slow down, thrusting carefully.
“I’ve been practicing for you,” he says, meeting my thrust with a downward push.
Joseph, Mary, and myrrh, he’s going to be the death of me. “You’ve been using toys for me, baby?”
“Uhn-huh,” he says, his eyes wide and innocent-looking as he sucks on a fingertip. I can’t decide if I am a dirty man or just very, very lucky.
“Is that why you’ve been wearing those new clothes? For me, baby?”
He arches back, hissingyes, his moans pitching up as his body tightens around me. One of my arms supports the arc of him, and the other I drag down his chest and belly as I thrust up. He makes a blind grab for his dick, and I bat away his hand, my hand enormous against his cock, jacking him as rough as I dare.
“Yes, just like that. Just like that.” He leans forward, burying his face in my neck, trapping my hand between us and increasing the pressure until he gives up a beautiful, shuddering orgasm. He clenches around me so hard that within seconds I’m there. There’s nothing I could’ve done to hold back at that moment, thrusting up as he grinds down on me, tightening his ass around me until my whole body goes glittery. I grunt on each upward thrust, my thighs shaking as I come and come and come into him.
22
Rafi
I’m jostled awake by the familiar crunch of caliche, the gravelly white rock base material used on Texas rural roads, under the tires. The side of my face is smashed against Everett’s shoulder, and my ass is deliciously sore. His bemused smile would be irksome if he weren’t so goddamngorgeous. Even with all the tattoos and the rings and the leather bracelets…he’s got this classic Hollywood look about him.
“I’m glad I amuse you,” I say, my voice still rough from sleep.
“You do, you really, really do,” he says, ruffling his fingers through my hair. “Did you know that you snore?”
I sit up, affronted, ready to defend my honor when I realize we are driving on slightly treacherous winding, hilly terrain. “Uh, Everett? Why are we off-roading?”
“Technically we are driving through the middle of a vineyard. There’s the main house at the top of the hill where we can go to drop off our things, and then we’ll take a quick look at the fun stuff.”
“I thought I was the fun stuff,” I say, blinking my eyes at him.
He puts his hand around the back of my head, pulling my face up to his. “Baby, you’re not just fun. You’rehot.” He kisses me hard and deep, gripping my ass as he does.
“I am more than my ass.”
“Yeah, but I’m still allowed my favorite parts,” he says, smoothing his middle finger over the crack.
We drive for a while, at least another mile of minor hills and small dips, until we come to a grove of trees and an arched entryway that is a surprising mix of Tuscany and Texas, built to take advantage of the higher elevation. Through the arch, we enter a circular drive in front of a low, stylish limestone brick house with clay roof tiles, tons of windows, and gorgeous landscaping.
“Oh shit! Is that a pool?”
“Yeah, baby, it is.”
