Fingers flexing against his chest, I closed the space between our lips and swallowed a contented sigh as the familiar feel of him overtook me. Rafael tightened his hand on my neck, pulling me in closer, devouring my mouth, hungry for more.
“Bed,” he whispered between kisses, and I wrapped my arms around him to hold him close as I backed him into one of the bedrooms. His fingers were already at the button of my jeans, eager to remove them and finish what he’d started in my office before we were so rudely interrupted.
Rafael said he wanted to worship my body, andfuck, nothing was standing in the way of that now. I ripped my shirt over my head, and once he unzipped my jeans, they joined the pile on the floor.
My mouth crashed down on his again as I shoved his pants and briefs down his hips, but Rafael’s hands stopped mine.
I pulled back, confused, until I saw the arousal swirling in his eyes. He didn’t want to stop; he wanted control.
I leaned in, nipping at his lobe, and said, “Lube is in the drawer,” before moving to the mattress. Which gave me a prime view of Rafael’s ass as he bent over to remove the rest of his clothes. I could’ve lain there watching him and stroking my cockfor hours, but the look he gave me when he turned around told me he wasn’t willing to wait that long.
Nothing could’ve prepared me for how fucking sexy he looked crawling up the bed on all fours. He kept his eyes locked on mine when he wasn’t stopping to kiss my calf, my knee, my inner thigh. His mouth was so close I could feel his breath tease the head of my dick, and it had me so hard I had to grab hold of it, send a bite of pain so I didn’t come before Rafael touched me.
He knelt between my thighs and pushed them wide, leaving me open to him before lowering his mouth.
“Ohfuck,” I said as Rafael bypassed my cock, spread my ass cheeks, and licked a warm, wet path over my hole. It was instinct to clench, even as the sensation felt so damn good I wanted more, but I didn’t have to beg. He knew exactly what I wanted, even as my hips jerked involuntarily and he held me down tight, keeping me right where he wanted as he speared his tongue up against my entrance.
On my exhale, he pushed inside, and I gripped his head, wanting him closer and also feeling too much. In and out, he rocked into me, and the curses that escaped my lips should’ve scandalized him.
But he wasn’t Father Vitale tonight, he was my Rafael, and he was eating my ass like it was his motherfuckingjob.
My cock was already dripping, my toes curling into the sheets, and I had to force myself to breathe. Relax into it. Let him take everything from me that he wanted.
I just had to last long enough for him to do it.
That was before I lifted my head to see him grinning up at me like he knew he was driving me crazy.
“I swear, if you don’t put something in me soon?—”
Rafael massaged his thumb over my slick hole, that grin getting wider. “You’ll what?”
Rafael had been hot when we were younger, and gorgeous as a priest. But the man currently between my thighs, teasing and tormenting me, was all kinds of sexy.
“I… Just do it. Please.” I’d resorted to begging.
“Like this?” Rafael slowly pushed his thumb inside until his hand was flush up against my skin. “Or maybe you want a little more? I remember you liked a good fingering before?—”
“Oh my God.” I dropped my head back to the pillow, knowing if I watched what he was doing I’d come in seconds. Instead, I closed my eyes and let the sensations wash over me: the exquisite slide of fingers, the ravenous mouth licking and sucking at my hole, and finally the fullness of two, then three, digits as Rafael stretched me.
Fuck, I’d missed this. Missed the physical contact of another. Missed him.
We’d grown up together, forged a friendship together, and, when it came time, learned to pleasure each other in the exact way the other needed. Something Rafael clearly hadn’t forgotten.
He tore his mouth and fingers free, and reached for the lube. I groaned at the immediate loss of contact, my eyes opening.Rafael knelt between my spread thighs, his stormy eyes greedily taking in every inch of me as he stroked his fist up and down his thick, veiny erection.
He looked like a god. One I wanted to kneel at the feet of for the rest of my life.
His muscles flexed and those nipple rings twinkled at me under the lights as he lubed himself up and then moved down over me, bracing a hand on either side of my body. He pressed his lips over my heart then grabbed hold of my hips, and before I knew what he was going to do, he tumbled us across the wide mattress until he was flat on his back and I was lying flush on top of him.
My cock rubbed over his, my pre-cum adding to the sticky slide, and when I pushed up to look down into his face, Rafael said, “Ride me.”
I glanced down our bodies and ground myself over him. This was the last thing I’d expected him to ask for, but when his eyes shifted down to where our bodies were aligned, it all made sense.
“I want to watch you,” he said in a voice rough as gravel. “I want to see and feel you come apart.”
“Fuck, Rafael.”
He ran his fingers down the backs of my thighs to my knees and spread them over each side of his body. I nodded and moved up to a sitting position, and when he reached for his dick and angled it upright, my balls tightened.
