Lowering myself to the floor, I reached for my stiff cock and squeezed the head to stave off my excitement, but Rafael lifted my chin.
“Did I tell you to touch yourself?”
I immediately let go, dropping my hands to my sides as he took a step back. His eyes ran down over my body in a way that said he was memorizing every inch of me, and I felt himeverywhere. That heated stare… There was nothing like it. For years all I’d wanted was for Rafael to look at me the way he was now.
“You’re too far away,” I said.
That didn’t entice him to come closer. Instead, he reached for the back of his dark turtleneck and began to draw it off him, and with every inch of skin he bared, my mouth watered more.
He was always so covered up, always in robes or wearing his collar, and seeing the dusting of hair across his lower stomach felt like a gift.
His body was broader than I remembered, but his abs were still defined, telling me he still enjoyed his time in the gym. It made me wonder why he bothered when no one else shared his bed to enjoy it.
My heart skipped at the realization that this was for me.Hewas for me. And as he tossed his sweater aside, I found an even bigger surprise had been hidden from me.
Rafael had silver bars pierced through both of his nipples.
“Fuck me,” I breathed, my mouth falling open. “When did you—” I shook my head, sure I was imagining it. “Those are new.”
He glanced down and fingered the bar in his right nipple. “I got them when I came back here. After…I saw you again.”
Speechless. I was goddamned speechless.
There was more I wanted to ask, but then Rafael drew his zipper down as he walked back toward me and I forgot everything except how I wanted to taste him. He stopped in front of me, pants parted and his incredible erection straining to break free of his briefs.
I wanted to reach for him, but the patience that had kept me waiting for him all these years held me in check until I heard the words I needed him to say.
I was breathless as he lifted my chin again, our eyes locking. “Touch me.”
I rose to my knees, curling my fingers under the waistband of his briefs and drawing them down. The scent of his arousal was intoxicating, and I leaned in, nuzzling into the cropped curls that surrounded his cock. I breathed him in, my eyes slamming shut, and pressed a reverent kiss there before moving lower.
His cock was hot and velvety smooth beneath my lips, and when I sucked at the base, Rafael inhaled sharply. Then his fingers were tangling in my hair, guiding my head farther down.
It was like coming home after being exiled for years, my instincts recalling exactly how to elicit the soft grunts and sounds I’d missed for so long.
I dragged my mouth down his hard length, sucking lightly at him, teasing his dick and relishing the way it jerked.
“Alessio,” he warned, his fingers tightening in my hair.
My mouth curled up on one side. “Yes, Rafael?”
He gripped the base of his dick and grazed the head across my lips, painting them with his arousal. I couldn’t resist stealing a taste, and I flicked my tongue over his slit, eliciting a groan that shot straight to my cock.
“Tell me,” I said, repeating the move and watching his eyes darken. “I want to hear you say it.”
It was so damn hot, the way the muscles of his abs contracted, his whole body so tense and on edge.
And then he uttered the words I’d been waiting to hear.
“Suck my cock.”
24
RAFAEL
ALESSIO HAD NEVER looked more beautiful than he did then, kneeling at my feet, his full lips painted with my cum.
Quite simply, he took my breath away.
