“It won’t stop me from trying anyway.” I reach my hand out and Rafael guides it to Huey’s head. I scratch between his ears, and he pushes him into my chest. He’s a little restless at first but settles on my lap when I sit with him on the couch, offering him more pets.
“Such a good boy, you are.”
“When he wants to be,” Rafael snarks, taking a seat next to me. Huey leaves me for him and then jumps down onto the floor to explore.
“You made me lose my new friend.” I pout.
Rafael laughs, leaning to press his lips to mine. “I’ll be your friend. I’ll be anything you want.”
“Anything?”
“Mhm.” His hand caresses my inner thigh.
“Then be the man who says he’ll stay with me tonight.”
He blows a warm breath against my cheek. “I can’t. Maybe . . . maybe after you’re back home and . . . and if you still want to be around me.”
“Why wouldn’t I? Is it the whole sleepwalking thing?”
“Yeah. I’m unpredictable in my sleep and can’t always remember what I do. Trust me, you don’t want me here when I’m like that.”
“You don’t know that. Let me see for myself.”
“I just don’t think it’s a good idea, okay? I’ll stay until dark and come back as soon as I wake up.”
“Okay.” I try my best to hide my disappointment, but I know I fail when he drags my face to his to kiss the corner of my mouth.
“I really like you, Honey. I like you so much and I don’t want to mess it up.”
“I like you too, and if you aren’t ready to stay over yet, then I’ll wait until you are.”
“I really do want to. I don’t want you thinking I don’t.”
“I know.” I force a smile and press my lips to his. His tongue pushes its way past mine and I intensify the kiss when my fingers slide into his hair to pull him closer. He’s never close enough. Not even when I crawl on top of him to straddle his lap. Not when his hands slip up the back of my shorts or when he fucks deeper into my mouth.
“Raf,” I pant against his lips.
He licks at my mouth, breaths unsteady. “Yes, Honey?”
“I want you.”
“I’m here.” He nips at my lips, fingers going beneath my underwear to caress my rim.
“I want . . .”
“Tell me, my sweetheart.”
“I want you to help me feel good.”
“How?” His other hand makes its way up the back of my shirt, nails scraping over my spine.
A shiver comes over me. “With your cock. I need it inside me. I need—”
“I know what you need. Lie back on the couch and spread those pretty thighs for me.”
“Why on my back and not like this?” I rub my ass over the bulge of his cock, my legs already growing lazy and not wanting to put in much more effort.
“Do you want it that way? Do you want to ride me?”
