His rapid pulse betrayed him as I kissed down the length of his throat. Last night we were both too eager to take things slow, but tonight felt different. I could explore him the way I wanted to, could kiss every inch and take my time learning him again.He didn’t have to rush out of my rectory, where he couldn’t linger. There was no one else here, and we had all the time in the world.
“So this desk,” I said against his lips. “You’re pretty particular about it?”
Alessio opened his eyes. “Why?”
I shrugged and trailed my hands down his chest, taking my time to feel every inch of hard muscle beneath the soft fabric. When I got to the waist of his jeans, I paused at the button and then slowly unfastened it. “I just pictured you sitting down here and thought it would be hot?—”
I didn’t even get the rest of the words out, barely caught the flash of heat in Alessio’s eyes before he had us turned around, my ass hitting the edge of the desk. He swept every single thing off the surface, the keyboard and several expensive-looking gadgets included. All of it hit the floor with a crash.
This wasexactlywhat had been running through my mind all day, down to Alessio pressing up against me, his lips slamming down on mine and stealing my breath. It was hotter than my brain could conjure.
“You’re crazy,” I said as I unzipped his jeans, but it was full of admiration that he was still the same guy I knew.
“And somehow you’re still here.” He glanced down at where I had his pants parted.
“Seems I can’t stay away from you. Not now, not ever. I tried.”
Alessio nipped at my lower lip. “Should I apologize?”
“No.” I shook my head, our noses brushing. “You should kiss me instead.”
Alessio grinned, then slid his tongue between my lips and tangled it with mine. I shoved my hand inside his jeans, and when my fingers brushed along his stiff length, he ripped his mouth off mine.
“Fuck.” He pressed my palm up against him. “I feel like a fucking teenager with you.”
“You were just as greedy then.”
“Greedy, huh? More like desperate, horny, needy… I’ve wanted you for so long. Waited even longer. So this, this all feels a little surreal.”
I curled my fingers around him and squeezed. “I don’t know, feels pretty real to me.”
“Damn, Rafael.” He punched his hips forward, rocking his hard-on into my hand as his head fell back. “Yeah, just like that.”
I leaned in and kissed along his throat, up to his jaw, and as I began to stroke him could feel his pre-cum soaking through his briefs. I wanted to taste him so badly, to feel him slide along my tongue and drive him wild.
Just as I was about to move to my knees and do that, we heard footsteps.
“Oh, um…uh—” A deep, awkward cough filled the air, and we both turned to see Tyrone Kingston standing in the office doorway, his eyes averted, a manila folder in hand. “I didn’t know you had company.”
There’d been many times Alessio and I had nearly been caught back when we were teens, and now felt no different as I stood with my back to the leader of Libertine, my hand shoved down Alessio’s jeans.
It did, however, apparently feel different to Alessio, who did nothing to free himself of me, instead grabbing my hips and pulling me closer, hiding my hand’s placement as he looked over my shoulder to his boss. “Yeah, sorry. You mind comin’ back later?”
“Uh, no.” King looked between the both of us, and nodded at me. “Later, fa—Rafael.”
Then he was gone.
I dropped my head into the crook of Alessio’s neck and groaned. “What he must be thinking right now…”
Alessio stroked a hand up my back. “That I’m the luckiest sinner in New York?”
I gave his cock a quick jerk, making him suck in a breath, before pulling my hand free. “Not funny. I meant about me.Hispriest.”
Alessio straightened to his full height and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “He’s not thinking anything. Stop worrying. The man shares a bed with two men and has way more to confess than you do.” I opened my mouth to reply, but Alessio quickly put a finger to my lips. “Do you want to leave?”
My eyes shifted to his kiss-swollen lips, then trailed down to his open jeans, and I knew there was no way I was leaving. “No.”
“Then how about we go somewhere a little more…private? Upstairs.” Alessio held his hand out, and I frowned.
