Rafael gets down on his knees. Something about it feels like all the attention is on me, which makes the hairs on the back of my arm stand up. Holding my cock, he purses his lips slightly. “Sexy,” he says gently.
He starts out slow, easy. Rafael slides the cushions of his lips up and down my shaft. It’s impossibly warm and wet and so soft that it’s like feathers, but somehow firm enough that I feel the drag. My breath hitches as he does that a few times; then Rafael reaches his hand up. When he finds my lips, he pushes there, and I suck his fingers into my mouth. I suck like he sucks me, copying him, and my cock throbs desperately, leaking in Rafael’s mouth.
I grab his shoulder and gasp. “Rafael.” We’re just getting started, but I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold out.
He slowly pulls his lips off, then stands and removes his fingers from my mouth. He fists the base of his cock, and everything is right there in my face, his hairy sack and earthy scent.
“You want to try?”
I wrap my hand around his fist, then take him into my mouth. Instantly, I realize my jaw is tense, but I manage to relax, even before Rafael’s hand lands on my cheek. I slide my lips down his shaft and then back up. Right away, I find his rhythm and move with him, tasting his musky scent.
Damn. He feels so good in my mouth. It aches to keep my jaw open this wide, but I like that, too.
“Yeah,” Rafael moans softly. “Move with me, Alexander.”
I get familiar with how hard his shaft is and the way my lips move across his skin. The heat at my base burns steadily, an orgasm already starting to build. When I keep bobbing, lips pursed, Rafael groans and grabs the back of my head. He holds me and whispers my name.
I pull my lips back. “Like that?”
He nods quickly. “You can suck, just a little.”
I have a really strong desire to impress him. Partly, I want to prove all my doubts wrong, show myself that I actually can be decent in bed. But there’s a part of me, too, praying that he’ll decide this is what he always wants. That I’m just as good as any random hookup could ever be.
When I start to suck on him and rub his base, Rafael’s hips jut out again, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. “Oh fuck, sorry.” He rubs his fingers through my hair. “That’s how my body twitches.”
I pull my lips back. “I like it.”
Rafael gets back down. His hands land on my thighs, and he rubs me. “It’s really about finding the right rhythm with your partner,” he says. “Trying things a little bit, lightly at first, to see what develops.”
I nod. “Okay.”
He smiles up to me. “Okay, enough lesson time. I just want to blow you now.”
Before I can react, Rafael wraps his lips around my cock again. I laugh as he hums to himself. Any lingering insecurity vanishes as he services me. He strokes me and sucks me, licks me, and swirls his tongue down my length. Rafael’s hands are all over the place, tugging lightly on my balls and rubbing my thighs.
I feel him everywhere at once, a million warm kisses.
Every time I surge toward my climax, he senses it and slows, holding me still in his mouth while I twitch and writhe. He pulls my balls and doesn’t let go.
“Oh fuck,” I moan. I whimper Rafael’s name. Words are flying out, I think, but I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m thrumming with pleasure, and I can smell him, like huffing a drug.
I fight hard to force down the orgasm that wants to explode through me. I clench my jaw and try to last longer. “Rafael,” I gasp.
He pulls his lips off, then crawls up onto the couch. A second later, we’re in a sixty-nine. Rafael rubs his beard to my pulsing, wet cock, and I grip him and slide my lips around his crown, greedy.
It’s Rafael. We’re having sex, and trying to process that obliterates all my other thoughts.
Again, we fall right into each other’s rhythm. There’s a circuit connecting our bodies, and the same electrical charges shoot through us both. Rafael’s hips buck, and his cock pumps through my fist, his crown thudding along my tongue. The vice of his lips sucks me faster and harder, matching the speed.
It feels even better than I could have imagined.
My nerves explode. My cock is straining, aching to pump into Rafael’s hot mouth, and then he massages me with his tongue, and I lose it. I groan his name, my mouth full of his cock, and I come. The climax hits every part of my body, the circuit between us overloading.
Rafael’s cock pumps, unloading in my mouth, then again. He tastes sweet and salty, and I happily swallow his release down.
Weak and dizzy, I push myself up. Rafael takes his glasses from the side table and puts them back on crooked. He licks his lips, and I see a string of my cum between his lip and tongue.
“Holy cow,” I say. “We just had sex.”
