“Bragging, are we?” I ask, caressing his face while he preens for me. God, it does things to my heart.
“You’ve seen me shoot.”
“And you’ve seen me kill someone with their own knife,” I say, immediately hoping I hadn’t pushed it too far.
I needn’t have worried.
He pulls me down, attacking me with a fierce kiss as he humps my leg. “Fuck, that turned me on so much. You didn’t hesitate a second, just took his own knife and ended him, my big, tattooed guardian. God, I need you,” he says, kneeling in front of me, a vision in steam.
I hold up my hand as though I have something intelligent to say, and it turns out…nope. That’s not the case at all. Instead, I slip the head of my cock between his lips, languidly pushing it in and out, my breath catching every time he tongues the ring.
“Are you my little slut? Do you like it when I fuck your mouth?” The words are breathless, tumbling out of my lips before I have a chance to think them through.
He responds by opening his mouth wider, taking me deeper and deeper. Satisfied I’m not hurting him, I begin to pick up the pace. I’m already so much taller than him standing up, but in this position, our size differential is pronounced, dirty, and probably wrong. What the fuck else is new? Whatever this new phase of our relationship is, it ain’t right.
After several rough strokes, I bury myself in his throat and hold him in place until he gives me a light tap on my hip. I let him go and pull him up on his tiptoes, his gasping breaths spinning me up. “Oh, baby. I got so rough with you. Are you okay?”
He answers by pulling me down into another mind-bending kiss, this one as desperate as the first. He bites my ear, answering in a whisper-rough voice, “Use me, Ev. Use me however you want. Choke me with your cock. I can take it.”
I lean back from him, forcing eye contact. “Choke you, huh?”
He goes bright red and bites his lip.
I laugh, hard. “It’s all good, baby boy. You’re so fucking dirty. How did I not know this?”
“How did I not know your nipples are pierced?” he asks, sucking hard on one as he flicks it with his masterful tongue.
God, I want to do so many bad things to him in this shower. My imagination has gone into some kind of filthy overdrive, and I remember the heat of burying myself inside him, the taste of sweat on his skin, smelling his arousal like I did last night.
I’m breathing so heavily, I barely register the tiny catch of breath. I look down and find Rafi’s eyes full of hunger, silently pleading with me.
“What’s that look for, Rafi?”
Oh god, say it.Say anything. I’ll do it.
“I need you, Everett.”
“How, baby? How do you need me?”
“I need you inside of me, stretching me out.Please.”
“Right now?” I ask, trying to be delicate, trying to leash my runaway libido, but the way his gorgeous brown skin blushes weakens my resolve entirely.
“You’re going to try to tell me you don’t want me plastered against this glass, taking everything you have to give me?”
“Baby, I want to bury myself in you.”
“Then do it,” he says, grabbing the conditioner, squeezing an obscene amount of the stuff in his hand. My erection needs no coaxing; it’s standing proud all on its own. I bite off a whimper on his first upstroke, my body relaxing under the pounding water. He swirls his fingers around the head, toying with the ring, teasing me for no reason other than it feels so damn good.
If he thought the ring felt good when he was facing me last night, wait till he feels it from behind…
He turns around, facing the glass, legs spread wide as he smooths the conditioner into his crease, fingering himself as his eyes hold mine hostage.
“Now, Everett.”
I grab his hips, angling them up as I carefully push myself inside of him. He’s still a little relaxed from last night, and I take advantage, thrusting hard to the hilt. Jesus, the way his ass bounces… I’m not a poet, but I’m going to write a fucking sonnet about his tiny, juicy ass.
“Fuckyesfuckyesfuckyes.” His little chants are punctuated with him pushing back to meet my every thrust and angle. “Ohmygod, your Prince…your Prince…”
