Relief.
He’s here. He’s real. He’s letting me touch him.
I don’t make him ask twice.
I lean in and run my tongue along him, slow and deliberate, circling the piercing just to see what happens. The metal is cool at first, then warm. He swears under his breath.
I take my time, relearning him. The weight of him. The feel of his skin under my mouth. The way he reacts when I flick my tongue over the slit, tasting salt and heat and him.
God, I missed this.
Rafe groans, and it goes straight through me. That sound has always been my weakness. Always.
I open my mouth and take him in slowly. He’s thick enough that I feel the stretch immediately. My lips pull taut. My jawadjusts. I don’t rush it. I let him feel exactly how much he fills me.
“Ollie… holy shit… fuck….”
I glance up at him while I move, steady and intentional. Our eyes lock.
There’s heat there, yeah. But there’s something else too. Something almost stunned. Like he can’t quite believe this is happening.
Good. Because I can’t either.
I grip him at the base, pinkie brushing over his balls as I move. He’s girthy enough that my fingers barely meet. My thumb slides over the barbell again just to feel him twitch.
Possessive. That’s what this feels like.
Not careful. Not hesitant.
Mine.
I breathe through my nose and take him deeper. Slow. Controlled. The fullness builds until he hits the back of my throat. The stretch is sharp and perfect. The piercing drags faintly against my tongue.
Heat spikes through me.Fuck me.For a second, it feels like no time has passed. Like we’re back before everything went sideways. Before distance and fear and stupid choices carved us apart.
Rafe’s hands come roughly to my head. He pushes forward, guiding the rhythm. I let him. I take it.
I’m burning.
“Fuck.” His thrusts turn rougher. Hungrier. “I need inside you.”
The words land heavy, because I need that too. Not just the sex. Not just the stretch. I need to feel him there. Need the proof. Need something solid that says this isn’t going to disappear when the lights come up. The thought alone makes my stomach flip.
I pull off him abruptly, breathing hard. Too hard.
His eyes sharpen. “Something wrong?”
There’s real concern there. That almost undoes me more than anything else.
“God, no. Nothing.” I drag a hand over my mouth. “But fuck. I almost came.”
His mouth curves slow. Dangerous. Familiar. “Yeah?”
I swallow, heart pounding harder than it should be. “Just the thought of you fucking me.” It comes out rough. Honest. “And doing it properly,” I add, forcing myself to hold his gaze. “No surprises.”
His brow furrows slightly. “Ollie?—”
“I’m negative,” I say quietly. “Haven’t been with anyone.”
