Chapter 11 #2
Tilting his head up, Philippe’s lips brushed against Rafe’s cheek. “Perfection,” he whispered.
Rafe’s eyes fell shut, and he hated the sigh of relief he couldn’t stop from rushing past his parted lips.
The heat shifted, and Rafe opened his eyes to find Philippe moving around him. Even if Rafe couldn’t see him, he could feel Philippe’s eyes sweeping over every inch of his body. His cock throbbed and ached, demanding attention, but Rafe didn’t budge an inch.
When Philippe was standing in front of him again, he pressed nuzzling kisses to his throat, the tip of his tongue coming out to swipe along that vein. It felt like a reward, and Rafe moaned at the increased contact.
“Perfection. As I suspected, every inch of you is beautiful,” Philippe continued in his haunting voice.
“Philippe…” Rafe panted. He needed more.
Wanted to touch Philippe, to strip him bare so he could at least feel the decadent pleasure of his warm flesh against his own.
But he’d handed the reins over to the clan leader, and it was driving him crazy.
Tension thrummed along tight muscles and crackled in his nerve endings.
“Shhh, mon amour. Let me worship you.”
Philippe finally touched him, but the pressure was still insanely light as he slid his fingers up his arms and across his shoulders.
Philippe began pressing one kiss after another along his collarbones and down his chest. He paused to tease one nipple, licking and nibbling until sparks of almost painful pleasure shot through his body, and then he moved to the other.
Fisting his hands at his sides was the only way to keep from grabbing Philippe and redirecting him to his aching cock.
He closed his eyes and let each touch, each caress, sink into him.
It did feel like he was being worshiped.
If he blocked out the room, he could feel under his feet the pedestal Philippe placed him on.
Damp lips swept across his stomach and stroked the inside of his hip bone. Philippe rubbed his face against that soft flesh. He turned his head, and Rafe moaned at the breath gusting across the head of his cock. Pre-cum leaked from the slit, and the warm air chilled his flesh, teasing him.
Opening his eyes, he looked down to find Philippe on his knees in front of him, still fully dressed. A playful smile stretched across his handsome, upturned face.
“How many times have you been in a situation just like this?” Philippe teased. “But you were the one completely dressed and the supplicant at your knees, begging for your cock, was naked.”
“So many,” Rafe growled.
“They thought they knew your power, your glory, but they didn’t see it. Not like I can now. I see you.”
Rafe swallowed back bitter words that would deny any power or glory.
Philippe might be the one on his knees, but he held all the power.
For the first time in too many decades, he felt vulnerable.
Weak. Utterly defenseless against Philippe’s words and all-too-seeing gaze.
Something in those pale-green eyes watching him made him want to believe that Philippe truly did see him.
See his loneliness and his overwhelming need to surround himself with family.
To surround himself with noise and flesh and pleasure. Anything to fill the void.
“I have you, mon amour. I will care for you.”
Before Rafe could speak, Philippe swiped his tongue across the head of his cock, giving a little groan of pleasure, then sucking the tip between his plush lips.
Thoughts in his brain scattered to the wind.
Whatever suffocating feeling of panic and vulnerability had been building in his chest was swamped with intense pleasure and relief.
His body begged him to thrust forward, pushing deeper into that perfect mouth, but Rafe tightened his control and remained perfectly still.
He wanted to soak in every little pleasure Philippe gifted him, even if it strained the limits of his self-control and drove him mad.
Philippe took his time lowering his mouth down his cock, working him over inch by painstaking inch. Hands grasped his thighs tightly, massaging trembling muscles. He slid them up to wrap around the root of his dick and fondle his balls.
Oh God, the orgasm was building so fast. His control was slipping, and his hips managed a few shallow thrusts before he could stop himself.
Philippe hummed and sucked him harder, speeding up his movement, driving him even faster toward release.
“Philippe,” Rafe cried out, his voice breaking.
“I’m close.” He reached up and grabbed two fists of his own hair to keep from clutching Philippe to him.
Every fucking touch, every little caress, word, and kiss had built until he couldn’t take it any longer.
He tried to drag enough air into his lungs to give Philippe warning, but it was already too late.
His orgasm rocketed through him. He gasped only to release it again in a curse and a prayer.
Toes curled and he poured himself down Philippe’s throat.
Fingers let go of his balls and tightened in the back of his thigh, holding him in place.
Wrung out and trembling, Rafe released his grip on his own hair and let his arms fall to his sides.
He looked at Philippe as his softening cock slid from beautifully swollen lips.
Green eyes sparkled up at him with hunger and joy.
Philippe’s tongue poked out, licking away anything he might have missed.
“Let me gather my wits, and I’ll happily return the favor,” Rafe murmured.
Philippe shook his head. “Go lie on the bed, mon amour. I’m not done with you yet.”
Rafe could feel that his smile was crooked as he stepped away from Philippe on wobbly legs and climbed onto the soft king-sized bed.
He flopped onto the center of the mattress.
Throwing out his arms and legs, he was open and waiting for Philippe to descend upon him once again.
He was happy to put himself in Philippe’s care.
He watched as Philippe, at the foot of the bed, carefully toed out of his shoes and pushed them aside.
He grabbed the hem of his heather-gray sweater and pulled it over his head.
The plain white T-shirt underneath it followed, falling to the floor.
His narrow chest was beautifully sculpted muscles and flawless pale skin.
There was a light dusting of pale-blond hair around his flat brown nipples, but a darker gold stretching from his belly button and disappearing down into his pants.
Long, slender fingers unfastened his pants and opened them, but he didn’t shove them away. Instead, he only wrapped those perfect fingers around his cock and started to stroke as he took those last steps to the edge of the mattress.
“Don’t I get to see all of you?” Rafe asked.
“Trust me. Where is your lube?”
Rafe rolled over and crawled to the nightstand.
He dug through the top drawer until he finally located the recently opened bottle.
Behind him, the mattress shifted, and he could feel Philippe crawling toward him.
He twisted around to look at Philippe over his shoulder while still balanced on his knees.
Parted lips kissed one ass cheek, followed by a tantalizing brush of fangs.
He didn’t think it was possible, but blood started rushing back to his cock.
Just minutes ago, he was sure he’d been sated within an inch of his life.
A perfect orgasm from a perfect blowjob.
But his body was already rousing, demanding more.
“I wanted to go slowly, but I find I can’t wait,” Philippe murmured against his skin. His warm breath teased him. “May I have you, mon amour?”
“My body is yours,” Rafe replied. He extended the hand holding the lube and placed it beside his knee, well within Philippe’s reach.
There was a low chuckle from Philippe, as if the other vampire didn’t miss Rafe’s careful distinction. Rafe was more than willing to hand his body over to Philippe’s loving care, but he could not promise any other parts of him. He suspected Philippe could at least respect his honesty.
A plastic snap was his only warning before slick fingers slid along his crack.
Philippe’s other hand dug into his ass, kneading tense muscles while one lube-covered finger probed his hole.
It had been a bit since he’d last allowed himself to be penetrated.
He enjoyed it, but only with the right partner.
And those so-called “right partners” seemed to be few and far between.
“Relax. Let me in,” Philippe whispered.
Rafe released a slow breath, trying to force stubborn muscles to relax, while ignoring the voice warning him that Philippe wanted inside of far more than his body.
The sharp burn helped to shove that dark thought aside and he concentrated on just the feel of Philippe’s finger sliding into him, slowing stretching muscles.
He reveled in his careful, almost teasing touch.
It was as if Philippe knew exactly when to push forward, dancing elegantly along the line of pleasure and pain so that Rafe was close to losing his mind again.
He didn’t know how long Philippe worked him, but the fingers disappeared and the blunt head of his cock was suddenly at his entrance, pushing forward.
The stretch was incredible, the pain and burn causing him to hiss and tense.
A soothing hand caressed up his spine, easing away the bite of pain as he started to relax again.
The heat coming from Philippe was incredible.