“You’re in charge,” he echoed, stepping in to resume the kiss.
It sparked the same as before, and this time, Rafe had him flat on his back in seconds. Holt refrained from grabbing Rafe and holding onto him. Something told him Rafe’s need for control wasn’t merely to maximize pleasure.
But Holt had no problem stripping Rafe bare from where he was. He tugged on Rafe’s shirt until he was forced to lift his upper body, allowing Holt to pull it over his head. He tossed it aside, then did the same with his own.
Rafe’s eyes slid over Holt’s chest as he leaned forward again. The heated appreciation Holt saw there filled him with warmth and told him he couldn’t let a minute pass them by.
Lifting his head, Holt sucked Rafe’s nipple, teasing the tiny disc until it hardened against his tongue. Rafe pushed his chest forward, making it easier for Holt to tease him and allowing him to slide his hand into Rafe’s shorts, cupping the hard-rounded globe of his ass.
“Fuck, yes,” Rafe hissed, spreading his knees wider. “Touch me.”
Taking that as permission, Holt teased Rafe’s hole with his finger as he sucked on his nipples. Rafe controlled the force with which he sucked by pressing his chest down. Holt had never had a problem being on the bottom because he found you could control as much from that position if you wanted it badly enough. And Holt fucking wanted this man.
He scooted down on the bed, holding Rafe in place so that he could reach his cock with his mouth. Since they were both still wearing shorts, Holt couldn’t get to him the way he wanted, but he managed to lick the swollen head of Rafe’s dick by pulling the waistband of his shorts down. He tugged and jerked, forcing Rafe to lift his knees in order to get the cotton down his legs. Once he was naked, Holt returned to his task, sucking him into his mouth.
“Greedy, aren’t you?” Rafe groaned, shifting forward and pressing his knees under Holt’s arms, eliminating his ability to touch. “Open wide. Let me feed it to you.”
With his arms stretched over his head, Holt opened his mouth and allowed Rafe to push his cock in slowly, inch by inch. Grabbing the headboard for support, Rafe stared down, clearly mesmerized by what he was doing. Holt let him use his mouth, sucking and licking, then opening his throat to give Rafe room to push in deeper.
“Oh, fuck, that’s good.” Rafe grabbed his hair, holding his head so he could ram in deeper.
Holt choked on the thick cock filling his throat, but he didn’t pull away. If Rafe felt the need to punish him, Holt was more than willing to pay the penance merely for this opportunity.
“Ah, hell,” Rafe gasped, jerking back, his cock dislodging. “I’m not ready to come yet.”
“No?”
Rafe shook his head, then moved down Holt’s body until he was straddling his knees. He pulled Holt’s shorts down to his thighs, leaned forward, and took him to the root with one downward slide of his wicked mouth.
For a guy who claimed he’d never been with a man before, Rafe sure as fuck didn’t need lessons. Holt pumped his hips up as he groaned, the warmth enveloping him. He watched as Rafe bobbed up and down, lubing him with his saliva while tormenting him in the best way possible.
“You sure you’ve never done this before?” Holt grunted. “’Cause damn, you’re good at that.”
Rafe chuckled, and the vibration sent flares firing down Holt’s spine.
He held on for as long as he could, ensnared by the way Rafe sucked him like a starving man. He slowed his pace as though knowing Holt was close before lifting his head and meeting Holt’s gaze. He smiled, then crawled forward, straddling his hips and kissing him again.
“I want you inside me,” Rafe rasped against his mouth.
Holt was surprised by the request. He thought for sure Rafe was going to be the top.
“I’ll make it good for you, I swear.”
Rafe stared down at him, and for a moment, Holt was pretty sure the man was emotionally bare. “I don’t know why, but I trust you.”
Holt felt a strange heat move through him. It coalesced in the center of his chest, and he knew in that moment this was a night he would never forget for as long as he lived.
***
“So, I was thinking maybe you’d wantto come back to my place after work.”
Rafe grabbed two more beers for customers and pretended he didn’t hear Ivy’s proposition.
“We can hang out. Share some popcorn. Watch a movie. Talk.”
It wasn’t the first time she’d made a similar comment since they’d returned from the park. Based on her determination, he doubted it would be the last.
“You can’t ignore me forever, Rafe Sharpe,” Ivy sing-songed. “I’ll eventually wear you down.”
