Rafael pushed off the door and walked closer toward me, each footstep like that of a drum on the hardwood floor, his eyes roving over me in a way I’d wanted for years.
He was looking at me as a man. Not a friend. Not an acquaintance. But a man he wanted, a man he desired. His silent once-over was making the air crackle with electricity.
“Say something,” I demanded as he began to circle me, his silence as unnerving as it was arousing. I’d wanted Rafael for so long now that I wasn’t sure what I’d do if he decided to change his mind. But as he stopped in front of me, there was a familiar glint in his eyes, one I hadn’t seen since the last time we’d been together all those years ago.
“Take off your shirt.”
Fuuuck.
There it was. He was granting permission both to me and himself for this one night.
I reached for the hem of my shirt, whipped it over my head, and tossed it on the floor. The sharp intake of his breath was the only sound I could hear in the otherwise silent room.
“That night,” Rafael said, his voice breaking through the silence. “When you stood at your window and?—”
“Stroked my dick for you?”
Rafael licked along his lower lip and nodded. “I wanted to touch you so badly.”
He reached out, gently grazing his fingers over my heated skin. I sucked in a breath.
“I wanted to run my fingers all over your body and down here…” He flirted with the hair of my treasure trail where my jeans hung low on my hips. “Where it disappeared inside your jeans.”
He swallowed and flicked open the button, and my knees nearly gave out on me.
“I wanted to feel you throbbing in my hand as you stood naked and proud in front of me. I want that now.”
My chest rose and fell with every word he said, my body reacting to them like it always had, even when we’d been teens. He remembered too. He knew exactly what I wanted, whathewanted.
I wanted him to tell me how he felt. He had.
I wanted him to tell me what to do. He was.
I wanted anything Rafael wanted to give me.
And tonight, that was everything.
“Unzip your jeans, Alessio.”
My hands shook as I reached for the zipper, and as my covered erection strained against the fabric of my boxer briefs, Rafael ran the backs of his fingers along it.
He outlined my length in frustrating detail, before bringing his fingers up to the waistband and inching it down to reveal the plump head of my dick.
“Give it to me.”
I groaned as I shoved my hand inside my briefs and pulled my cock out. When Rafael wrapped his fingers around my fulllength and squeezed, a curse ripped out of me. Those stormy grey eyes found and locked onto mine as he started to relearn me, and with every pull and stroke, the storm intensified.
“Rafael,” I said, reaching for his arm to steady myself as he stepped in closer. Then he lowered his head and put his mouth by my ear.
“Get rid of these and get on your knees.”
My breath left me on a shaky exhale, the intensity of the man in front of me so much more powerful than when he was a teen.
Was it age or denial that made everything feel more all consuming? God, it had been so long…
I shoved my jeans and briefs down and kicked them to the side. I was so hard already, and as Rafael’s eyes dropped to my dick, I prayed I could last as long as I desperately wanted to.
Praying… That was ironic. The only one I’d be on my knees for tonight was Rafael.
