“Poor needy little Honey, needs to feel good everywhere. He’s gone too long without it.”
“Please,” I beg as he bites at one of my fleshy globes.
“Please what?”
“I . . . I need.”
“I know exactly what you need, baby, but I need to hear you say it.”
Baby. He called me another cute name. I like when he does that. I like everything he does. I especially like when he gets me to admit to myself and him what I truly want. “You to . . . you . . .”
“Me to what?” He licks up and down my crease and I jerk forward.
“To make me feel good.”
“Here?” He tucks a hand beneath me to squeeze my cock, and I shake my head.
“Where?”
Flexing my hips, I rock forward and back. My hand drops down my body and I fold into myself to graze my hole with my finger. “Here.”
“Here?” He pushes my finger away with his and it’s already wet.
“Yes.”
“Here?” His hand presses on my lower back, causing my face to fall into one of the throw pillows as he licks over my quivering entrance.
“Ye-yes.” My breathing picks up and I push back, the tip of his tongue breaching my hole. “Oh fuck.”
“Mmm. You like that, huh? Me giving your hole as much attention as I’ve given your cock?”
“More.” Heat cascades up my body when he shoves his face back against my ass, feasting on me with his tongue going deeper.
I kick my legs, fingers curling in front of me as I spread my thighs wider to welcome him more. He takes my invitation, slipping his hands under my legs to lift my ass higher in the air, and he twirls his tongue in me and nips at my sensitive hole. He licks me some more, his facial hair rubbing over my rim as he thrusts in and out of me.
I rub my ass harder against his face, and I’m no longer able to hold back from erupting when he sets me back down to add a finger. The sensation of his wet mouth and scissoring fingers has me thrashing against the couch. I come into the couch cushions, knowing I’ll regret it later. But right now, I collapse forward, smiling into the pillow as he rubs my back and kisses my shoulder.
“Should we start the movie over?”
“Mhm,” is all I manage to say, too blissed out to form actual words.
“Okay. Tell me where your bathroom is and I’ll grab a towel to clean you up. Then I’ll come back, fix us some popcorn and tell you about the trees inThe Grinch.”
“Okay,” I say, smiling and closing my eyes for a little while. I should ask about taking care of him, and although I am curious as to what he tastes like too, the only thing I can fully focus on is the words he said earlier.
“This is about you.”
Never have I felt more comfortable letting it be, and I’m ready for more. For it to be more about me and for him to keep encouraging it.
Eighteen
Rafael
I shake myself awake as I start to nod off. I can’t fall asleep here. At least when I’m outside it’s not as easy for me to hurt him, but in here, I can. He’s so close, snuggling up to me and rubbing his face in my chest as he smiles lazily. He truly is beautiful, and as much as I want to stay exactly where I am, I also don’t want to risk losing what’s growing between us so early on.
I’m beyond staying away at this point. Making plans with him while awake will give me control to choose what happens when we’re together. I don’t have that otherwise. So seeing him and getting closer might be the only way to keep him safe from me now.
It sounds crazy, I know, but all of this is, and so is what I’ve come to feel for him in such a short time. He’s consumed all of me and I can’t stop coming to him no matter how hard I try. I could move again, but I’ll still know where he lives. I can keep trying to stay awake, but energy drinks barely have any effect on me lately. I also need to sleep because I hallucinate without it and my anxiety is worse.
