“You remember that night?” Holt prompted, sliding his lips along Rafe’s jaw. “We were on the back deck when I kissed you for the first time.”
Rafe moaned.
“Were you expecting it?”
“No,” Rafe said softly. “But I was hopin’.”
“I couldn’t resist.” Holt nipped his earlobe. “I’d wanted to touch you the first night I met you, but I knew you weren’t ready for it then, so I waited.”
Rafe tilted his head when Holt licked his neck. Holt took the offer, sucking the warm skin until Rafe shivered.
Testing the waters, Holt reached for the button on Rafe’s jeans and was surprised when Rafe didn’t attempt to stop him, instead turning his head so their lips met again.
“I’ve waited a long damn time to get my mouth on you again,” Holt mumbled against his lips as he opened Rafe’s jeans. “Push them down.”
Rafe shifted his feet, steadying himself as he pushed his jeans down his hips.
“If this isn’t what you want, tell me now. Otherwise, I’m gonna suck your dick until you’re begging me to let you come.”
Rafe’s breath expelled from his lungs, and his hips thrust forward.
“Tell me,” Holt insisted. He wouldn’t do this unless he knew Rafe was willing.
“I want it,” Rafe rasped. “God, just fuckin’ touch me.”
Holt curled his fingers around Rafe’s thick shaft and stroked him once, twice. He teased the head, rubbing the precum that had formed there.
“Fuck.” Rafe’s head fell against the wall as his chest expanded with every gulp of air he took.
“I’m gonna put my mouth on you,” he warned. “If Bailey comes out of her room, she’s gonna see you fucking my face.”
Rafe trembled.
Holt didn’t wait for verbal approval. He’d already warned him; if Rafe didn’t want this to happen, he could stop him anytime. He kissed Rafe’s lips one last time before trailing his mouth down his chest, his stomach, going to his knees as he descended.
Rafe was watching him, completely in the moment. That was an aphrodisiac in itself. To know that Rafe was there with him, not trying to shy away from his touch, but accepting that what they’d once had was still burning hot between them.
Holt kissed the head of Rafe’s cock, loving the way it twitched in his fist. When Rafe’s eyes met his, Holt opened his mouth wide and took him inside.
“Oh, shit.” Rafe swallowed hard.
Holt sucked him. Slowly at first, relearning every ridge and vein of Rafe’s cock. When he took Rafe deep, the man groaned low in his throat.
Rafe grunted, gripping Holt’s head with both hands, holding on while Holt bobbed up and down, letting the broad head hit the back of his throat each time. During their one night together, Rafe had been very vocal, but he was holding back now. Holt had a feeling that would change with time. The sounds he made grew louder the longer Holt worked him with his hand and mouth, bringing him closer and closer to release.
The squeak of a door opening had Rafe’s hands tightening in Holt’s hair. He waited for him to shove him away.
“Let me do this,” he urged. “Let her watch.”
Rafe met his gaze, and for a moment, Holt saw what looked like fear. Holt understood it because he felt the same. The fear of losing Bailey because of this.
“Give it a chance,” Holt said, licking Rafe’s cock like an ice cream cone.
Rafe hissed, the fear fading as Holt resumed his efforts, licking and sucking with eager abandon but ensuring Rafe knew he was completely in charge.
Footsteps sounded briefly, but then they stopped.
Holt’s back was to the hallway Bailey had disappeared down, so he had to rely on Rafe’s reaction to know when Bailey appeared.
