Chapter 19
Nineteen
Henry
Sitting back on the couch, I try to relax as I listen to an audiobook.
I needed a break from romance so chose some murder mystery.
Ten chapters in and I still can’t focus on the story, holding onto hope my phone will ring at any moment.
I’m halfway into chapter eleven, unable to keep up with who’s who in the story, when the doorbell rings.
I jump up, heart racing like crazy, and I don’t bother with my cane as I take quick steps toward the door.
Not bothering to ask who it is, I yank it open, and the deep sound of Rafael’s voice rumbling in my ears like a soft drum is all it takes for me not to care how long he’s kept me waiting. “Hello, sweet Honey.”
“Hi.” I step to the side, gesturing for him to come in, and once I feel him pass me, I shut the door behind us.
“Sorry. Turned out I had a lot to get done this morning and I lost track of time. I’ll do better tomorrow. I promise.”
“Tomorrow?” I lean into his touch as he cups my cheek.
“Yeah. Three days, remember?”
My face heats and I nod. “Yeah. But wouldn’t it be better if you just spent the night?” Also, would it be so bad if we got snowed in together for a whole week? If he has Huey here and me here, what else could he possibly need? Oh, yeah, Huey. I didn’t hear him bring the little guy in with him.
“And I’d love to stay, sweetheart, but I . . . I don’t think it’s a good idea.” His voice is solemn. “But I do want to. I do. Waking up next to you and making you feel good first thing in the morning would be wonderful.”
“So let’s do it, then.” I turn my face to his, standing up taller to rub my nose on his cheek. “Stay. Go get Huey and stay.”
“Oh, Huey.” He jumps back and chuckles. “He’s in the car. I need to go get him before he eats his way out of a second carrier.”
“Yes, you should definitely do that.”
“I’ll be back.” He presses a quick kiss to my forehead and steps outside, and I lower myself back onto the couch, straightening everything on the coffee table until he comes back.
“He was already digging at the corners when I got to him,” he says, reentering the house.
“Looks like you got to him just in time.” I get to my feet, following his voice and the soft snorts. “Now, put him in my arms before I start getting destructive too.”
He laughs. “Not so sure you’re gonna wanna hold him for long. He’s not exactly small.”
“It won’t stop me from trying anyway.” I reach my hand out and Rafael guides it to Huey’s head. I scratch between his ears, and he pushes him into my chest. He’s a little restless at first but settles on my lap when I sit with him on the couch, offering him more pets.
“Such a good boy, you are.”
“When he wants to be,” Rafael snarks, taking a seat next to me. Huey leaves me for him and then jumps down onto the floor to explore.
“You made me lose my new friend.” I pout.
Rafael laughs, leaning to press his lips to mine. “I’ll be your friend. I’ll be anything you want.”
“Anything?”
“Mhm.” His hand caresses my inner thigh.
“Then be the man who says he’ll stay with me tonight.”
He blows a warm breath against my cheek. “I can’t. Maybe . . . maybe after you’re back home and . . . and if you still want to be around me.”
“Why wouldn’t I? Is it the whole sleepwalking thing?”
“Yeah. I’m unpredictable in my sleep and can’t always remember what I do. Trust me, you don’t want me here when I’m like that.”
“You don’t know that. Let me see for myself.”
“I just don’t think it’s a good idea, okay? I’ll stay until dark and come back as soon as I wake up.”
“Okay.” I try my best to hide my disappointment, but I know I fail when he drags my face to his to kiss the corner of my mouth.
“I really like you, Honey. I like you so much and I don’t want to mess it up.”
“I like you too, and if you aren’t ready to stay over yet, then I’ll wait until you are.”
“I really do want to. I don’t want you thinking I don’t.”
“I know.” I force a smile and press my lips to his.
His tongue pushes its way past mine and I intensify the kiss when my fingers slide into his hair to pull him closer.
He’s never close enough. Not even when I crawl on top of him to straddle his lap.
Not when his hands slip up the back of my shorts or when he fucks deeper into my mouth.
“Raf,” I pant against his lips.
He licks at my mouth, breaths unsteady. “Yes, Honey?”
“I want you.”
“I’m here.” He nips at my lips, fingers going beneath my underwear to caress my rim.
“I want . . .”
“Tell me, my sweetheart.”
“I want you to help me feel good.”
“How?” His other hand makes its way up the back of my shirt, nails scraping over my spine.
A shiver comes over me. “With your cock. I need it inside me. I need—”
“I know what you need. Lie back on the couch and spread those pretty thighs for me.”
“Why on my back and not like this?” I rub my ass over the bulge of his cock, my legs already growing lazy and not wanting to put in much more effort.
“Do you want it that way? Do you want to ride me?”
“I . . .”
“I didn’t think so. No . . . my Honey doesn’t want to be the one to do all the work. Not when he can lie back and have all the pleasure come to him without moving so much as a finger.”
“Isn’t . . . that’s not a good thing, is it? Doesn’t that make me a selfish and lazy lover?”
“No. That makes you perfect. Perfect for me at least. I get to be the one who makes you moan and toss that pretty head back. What more could I ask for when you give me everything from that alone?”
“I . . . I like letting you be the one to make me feel good, but I want you to feel good too.”
“Oh, I will. My cock will feel very good once it’s in this sweet pretty cunt.” He rubs over my hole again and my breaths stutter. Why do I like this so much? I shouldn’t, right?
“You like when I touch you here, don’t you? Your tight little hole does too. Mmmm. Yeah, it does.”
I make a humming noise, rocking myself on his fingers. “Yeah. Want you inside me. To fuck my pretty cunt.” I don’t know why that last word came out so easily and why I want to say it again.
He chuckles against my lips and kisses my chin. “Let me help you lie back on the couch, then.”
Sliding me off his lap, he’s so delicate and gentle with me, and I twist my body before reclining back.
He makes room for my legs and drags me down before my head can fully hit the small pillow.
I laugh at how he’s nearly as eager as me as he slides my shorts and underwear down in one swoop.
His lips press their way up one of my legs after he gets my clothes off, and I open them wider to invite him in more.
Head tilting back, a low moan slips from me as he licks at my slit and rolls his tongue down the underside of my shaft.
My skin vibrates, muscles tensing as he sucks each of my balls into his mouth.
I swear he’s in my damn head and reading my mind when he lifts my ass halfway off the couch and swipes his tongue over my entrance.
He laps up and down my seam. My legs tremble and more unintelligible sounds spill from my mouth as he pushes his tongue inside me, adding a wet finger beside it.
Another digit slips inside me seconds later, and he’s spreading me open while darting his tongue between his scissoring fingers. “Fuck,” I say, kicking my feet forward and smiling up at the ceiling. “More,” I demand. “More of you.”
“Don’t worry. I’m getting there. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I know you won’t.”
“It doesn’t hurt to be on the safe side. Let me get you more relaxed and then I’ll give you everything.”
“O-okay,” I breathe out, feeling anything but as he teases me more with his mouth. His fingers plunge in and out of me. He goes deeper with each thrust, and my back arches when he’s so close to my sweet spot.
“More,” I say again. “I’m ready. I know I am. I’m ready for everything.”
He presses a kiss between my spread cheeks. “Yeah, I think you are too, Honey. So ready for me. Someone’s been playing with this pretty cunt without me. Were you getting ready for when I came back?”
“Yes,” I pant out. “Wanted to be ready for you.”
“Such a considerate Honey. So damn thoughtful.”
I hum, body buzzing everywhere from the praise. Who knew I’d like that so much? Being told all these nice things while having my body played with. Who knew someone would be willing to give it to me while wanting it just as much? I can hear it in his voice and feel it in the way he touches me.
Plastic tears, and as I’m about to beg some more, his condom-covered tip touches my hole.
I shudder, body tensing when I try to relax, and I can feel everything around me so much more than before as he slowly rocks his hips, pushing past my tight ring of muscle.
The air thickens, growing colder. I can feel his cock swelling inside me as he rubs against my inner walls and opens me up more.
“You feel so good. Just like I knew you would.”
He feels good too, but I can’t find the words to tell him, so I just nod, rolling my body and digging my nails into the cushions as I take in more of him. He gets halfway inside me before pulling out to slam back in. His thighs crash against my ass as he bottoms out and grinds against me.
My eyes roll back and my breaths stutter. All the muscles in my body tense as he rocks in and out of me. Pleasure spirals in me, my body trembles, and he plunges in deeper, dragging his fat head against my sweet spot with each thrust.
“I’m so close,” I say, not recognizing my own voice.
“Me too,” he rasps. “You feel so much like mine, my body can’t wait to claim you.”
Sparks dance along my skin and I smile, moving my body with his.
My cock slaps against my stomach as he lifts my legs higher to pound into me.
I’m pliant against him, my body molding to his like there’s nowhere else it belongs.
His tongue swipes over one of my nipples and I gasp, becoming desensitized.