“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
He sucks on the head of my cock, pulling a deep, grumbling groan from me. I can’t form words. His warm mouth feels too good wrapped around me as he teases, taking a little more and more into his mouth.
“Rafe,” I finally choke out. “Please.”
He drags his tongue along the underside of my cock, going back to teasing the tip and then releasing me, leaving a trail of kisses on my thighs and lower stomach before standing back up, grasping the back of my neck and pulling me into an intense kiss.
“I can’t wait to be inside you.” His hand moves down to my cock, still wet from his mouth and uses it to stroke me.
I lay my forehead against his, watching him stroke me. “Then what the hell are we waiting for?”
A slow smile spreads on his face, and there’s an endearing look on it as he pulls back, his hand stilling. “I don’t want to rush this.”
Jesus. His intensity is unmatched. I lean closer to him, bringing my mouth to meet his. This time our kiss is slow, taking our time as our tongues mingle. I step out of my jeans and briefs before we make our way to his bed. My body hits the mattress before his joins mine, splayed on top of me as we resume kissing and our bodies desperately writhe together.
“I need you,” I pant, unable to hold back any longer.
He smiles against my lips and stands up, removing the rest of his clothes before grabbing a bottle of lube and a condom from the bedside table. He tosses them next to us before covering me with his gloriously naked, hard body.
We both groan with pleasure when our hard cocks come into contact. “Fuck, your cock is perfect.” He wraps his hand around us both, and I’m afraid I’m going to come, ruining everything before he gets inside me.
“Mm-hmm. Why don’t you hurry up and put that perfect cock of yours in my ass?” I buck into his hand, and he chuckles, his mouth dragging over my jaw and down to my chest.
“Impatient?”
I squirm under his strong body. “Yes. I need it, Rafe.”
His grunt is one of approval as he releases us and makes his way back down my body, leaving teasing wet kisses over my hip bones and my inner thighs. Everywhere but where I need him.
“Rafe,” I plead, and it’s so not sexy, but fucking fuck.
My plea turns into a gasp when I feel his tongue swipe over my hole, making my hips dart forward. He moves to my balls, dragging his tongue over them and then back.
“Yes.”
He doesn’t stop or pull away. Holding my thighs open with his hands he laps at my entrance, circling his tongue around my rim and making me whimper and beg him to get inside of me. I’m not sure what words are coming out of my mouth, but I’m too far gone to care at the moment. I spread my legs shamelessly, and he takes his time, slowly sliding his tongue inside and then teasing me with circles.
When his mouth leaves me, I whimper desperately, but it’s replaced with relief when I hear the cap of the lube open and then close, and I feel his fingers teasing my hole now. One finger, and then two, scissoring them and getting me ready for his thick cock.
“Rafe . . . I’m ready. Please.”
He removes his fingers, leaving me with an empty feeling, but when he sits up on his knees, pulling open the condom and slipping it on, a shiver runs through me, knowing I’m about to have him inside me. He slathers a generous amount of lube over his sheathed dick, and I roll over. I move to my hands and knees, and when I feel the head of his cock at my entrance and one hand on my hip, I buck backwards, begging him with my movements. “You want this, Mr. Burke?”
Fucker.
He teases me, dragging his cock down the crack of my ass and pressing it against my hole. “God, yes.”
“Say it.”
I moan and thrust my ass back against him, making us both grunt with pleasure. “Fuck me, Rafe.”
That does it. Finally, he breaches me, pushing inside only a little and giving me time to adjust to his size.
“More.” I don’t care how desperate I sound, but I’m mindful of the volume of my voice, keeping it down as low as I can.
He slides in a few more inches. “How much more?”
His voice sends a shocked shiver through my entire body. It’s deep and intense, full of gravel and sex.
“I want it all.”
He slams inside of me, pegging my prostate and making me see stars. “Fuck. You feel so fucking good.”
“You too. Now move.” I guess I’m bossy in bed.
I swear I can feel his smile as his hand digs into my hip, but he doesn’t rush anything. His thrusts are slow and determined to drive me insane. He hits my prostate with precision, pushing me closer and closer to the edge, but then pulls back until his cock nearly leaves me. Finally, he moves back inside.
He fucks in a way that is so damn Rafe. Intense. Powerful. Devastating.
“You feel so good,” I moan, leaning down onto my elbows and pushing back against him.
I feel his body blanket mine, filling me as he kisses along my spine. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about this.”
“Yeah?” I barely manage to ask as he pulls back, thrusting deep inside me, hitting my spot and making me cry out in pleasure.
“Yeah. But nothing could have prepared me for how good it actually is.”
He thrusts again, and I’m an incoherent mess. “I’m close.”
“Good. Come for me. Milk my cock with that tight ass.”
Who knew the guy who blushes and is usually quiet would have a filthy mouth in bed? “Yes.”
He hits my spot again, and it’s all over for me. I come hard, my cock spurting without any touch and splashing the sheets in front of me, my ass clenching around his thick cock. I hear his strangled cry, telling me he’s coming with me. His cock jerks inside me as he releases into the condom.
After a couple of moments, he falls onto the bed next to me on his back, and I lie flat on my stomach, ignoring the sticky mess under me. “Fuck.”
He chuckles softly and turns his head to look at me. “Yes.”
I know it was stupid, but at this moment I can’t bring myself to care. That was fantastic. There are so many things we should talk about right now. Like whether he wants something real. If that’s even a possibility. How we could keep it from everyone. Or if this is just a one-time thing.
But no words leave me as I scoot over and lie in the crook of his arm. “That was amazing.”
I nod my head in agreement, breathing him in. “I should go before Hailey wakes up.”
“You don’t have to leave right away.”
I should though. “Are you sure?”
He smiles and smooths his hand over my bare back. “Yes. Stay for a little while at least. Hailey won’t wake up tonight, and if she does the door is locked.”
Again, I should argue and sneak out now while I have time, but I don’t.
Because lying in his arms feels way too good.
* * *
I know I should let him leave, but no part of me wants that. I’ve never felt like that before. So in control of what I wanted. So bold.
It felt damn good. None of my other hookups were ever like that. They were all rushed, in bathrooms at a club or cramped into the backseat of a car. So, I took my time. I savored every single second of Nolan and now selfishly, I want to hold him in my bed, surrounded by the comfortable quiet and darkness.