I licked my lips. “That’s three.”
He sat up, scooting to the edge of the bed and catching me between his legs. His lids were heavy with want, and I could feel everything in his gaze matched in my own.
I wanted this. I wanted him. I’d be damned for it, but I could live with that.
What I couldn’t live with was another second spent not touching him.
I got rid of my pants and briefs and reached for his face, crashing our mouths together. The scruff on his jaw scratched against my palms and grazed my upper lip, another new sensation I filed away.
“How do you want me?” he whispered, sliding his hands up the back of my thighs and curving them over my ass. His fingers explored, learning my body again and making me moan.
“On your back,” I said, threading my fingers into his hair that I couldn’t get enough of. “I want to look at you.”
I could feel Alessio’s smile against my mouth, the squeeze he gave my ass as he yanked me toward him and we tumbled back on the bed. My cock was already making a sticky mess of his body as I trailed kisses down his jaw, his throat, the broad chest that filled out those t-shirts he wore to perfection. I sucked his nipple into my mouth, teased it with my teeth and loved the way he gasped.
His dick was so hard I could feel it throbbing against my stomach as I made my way down his body, wanting to draw this out but knowing there was no way I could hold back much longer.
Alessio writhed beneath me. “Rafael, I swear to God, if you don’t get inside me?—”
I looked up, arched a brow, and he cursed, his head falling back on the bed. Then I took pity on the both of us—I ran my fingers down his legs, hooked them behind his calves, and gently urged them up his body.
Like this were an old dance we were falling back into, Alessio gripped his knees and pulled them up against his chest, and the sight just about undid me.
Glorious.There was no other way to describe the view he made as he fully opened himself to me. He was the picture of sex and vulnerability, and the combination was intoxicating.
I reached for the condom on the bed where he’d dropped it.
“Rafael?” Alessio was staring up at me with a lust-addled gaze. “You don’t need that,” he said. “Not unless you, I mean, I… I haven’t been with anyone, you know, since you.”
His confession stopped me in my tracks, my hands freezing in place as I tried to comprehend what exactly he was telling me, because surely I’d misheard.
Alessio hadn’t been with anyone…sinceme?
That was insane. That was over fifteen years ago.
“Why?” I whispered, but I already knew the answer. He’d been telling me at every turn—I just hadn’t been listening. I’d never allowed myself to think about that part of Alessio’s life. I didn’t want to put myself through the torture. But as he lay there now, his eyes beseeching me, I didn’t need him to say it.
Instead, I tossed the condom aside and gripped my cock, lubing it up before I moved into position.
“You’re even more beautiful now than you were back then,” I said as I trailed my fingers down the slippery path he’d made for me. “And you were stunning back then.”
Alessio’s hands flexed on his knees, tightening his grip.
“Let me get you ready. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” he rushed out. “And I’m not sure I can wait.”
“Alessio—”
“Rafael? Iwantthe pain. I want to feel you take me again like it’s the first time.”
“I was clumsy back then.”
“It still felt fucking amazing.”
“Let’s see if I can be a little smoother this time,” I said, and replaced my fingers with the head of my cock.
Alessio swallowed, and I braced one hand on his shin and used the other to guide myself inside of him. As I slowly entered his body, the pleasure was so exquisite that I almost lost it right there, an inch or two inside him. The warmth and tightness of his entrance wrapping around the head of my dick was like heaven and hell combined. But nothing was going to keep me from sinking so deep inside of him that I didn’t know where I started and he ended.
