Chapter 20
Twenty
Rafael
He returns to the living room looking snuggly in baby-blue flannel pajamas and two different socks. One has snowmen while the other is red-and-white striped like a candy cane. I smile as he gets closer, his hand sticking out a little in front of him as he rounds the couch to sit beside me.
“You wiped my stomach while I was sleeping.” It’s a statement, not a question.
“I did. Waking up stuck to your blankets isn’t fun stuff, let me tell you.”
He barks a laugh. “You sound a little too familiar with the experience.”
“Only a little bit.”
“Thank you. It at least helped me spare my couch a little too,” he says between chuckles, and my lips tilt higher.
“Oh, and I cleaned that too, so no more cum cushions. Well . . . for now at least. It is only a little after five.”
He shakes from more laughter, covering his mouth with his hand, and I lower it with mine. “Don’t do that. Don’t hide yourself from me.”
“I have a crooked, goofy smile that can sometimes get too toothy when I laugh too hard.”
“Says who?” I say, sounding defensive on his part.
“I . . .” He tugs at the hem of his shirt. “It’s not important.”
“Sounds like they’re what’s not important. You have a beautiful smile. You should definitely let the whole world see it. Well . . . maybe not the whole world because then it might give me too much competition.”
He smirks. “Yeah, I highly doubt that.”
“I don’t.” I lace my fingers in his and push our bodies closer together.
Eyes lighting up, he rubs his face on my shoulder and smiles up at me, making my heart kick in my chest. “So, is the food still warm or did I take too long?”
“It’s still warm, and you didn’t take that long. Your bowl is in front of you and the spoon beside it.”
“Cool,” he says, tapping the tips of his fingers on the edge of the table before feeling around the bowl for the spoon.
We both dig into our food, and he moans with each bite, soup spilling a little at the corners.
He faces me a few times, no longer hiding from me, and I take in every bit of him.
The messy-eater side, the sounds that make it hard for me to keep my hands to myself, and all his smiles I no longer want him to let anyone see but me.
“That was . . . wow. I haven’t had a meal that good in a while. I’ve been living off mostly sandwiches and microwavable food. It’s easier and doesn’t require me to spend hours searching for ingredients.”
“You’ll have to call me next time you eat alone, then. We can cook together on the phone. We can even make a date of it for whenever I can’t make it over.”
“Okay. That actually sounds kind of fun. Will you only make dinner with me during these calls, or will there be other activities involved?”
“There’ll be whatever you want.”
“What about what you want?” he says slowly in my ear.
“I have a feeling I’ll get that anytime you get what you want.
” I stroke his inner thigh, and he practically melts against me, bringing me in for a long, deep kiss.
My hand skirts up the back of his shirt and I lick from his mouth to where the top of his shirt opens.
He falls back on the couch, resting his hands at his side as I take charge.
He really likes when I do, with those legs easily parting and my body chasing my hand wherever it goes.
“You’re so damn sexy, you know that?” His eyes flutter, mouth opening before closing, and I stroke his cheek softly. “I want you even when I’m having you. How is that possible?”
“I know the feeling,” he breathes out, directing my face to his lap, and I laugh, slowly undoing the string.
I tug down the front, and his hard, leaking cock springs free, but not without leaving a wet spot behind on his pants.
I lick at that first and then roll my tongue over his shiny head, glittering with precum.
My mouth waters, and I dive back for more, taking him to the back of my throat with my tongue swirling down to his base.
He moans, body twitching and fists balling. “That feels so damn good.”
“Yeah?” I look up at him, smiling at how his eyes are closed and his lips are slightly parted.
“Oh yeah,” he says when my warmth is surrounding him again. My head bobs up and down. I add a little suction before burying my nose in his groin. My throat constricts and he makes a high-pitched sound with his throat. His hand falls over his face and I peel it away.
“Let me see.”
He nods, jaw tightening as I slurp my way back down, cheeks puffing as my hums vibrate around him.
“Oh fuck. I want . . . I want . . .”
“You want what?”
“You to come with me.”
“That could be arranged.” I undo my pants, and as I’m about to pull out my erection, he shakes his head as if he can read my mind.
“No . . . with me being the one to cause it.”
“Your hole is probably still sore, and I’d hate to overdo it too soon. Probably should . . . you know what? I have another idea.”
“Guide me through it?”
“I want nothing more.” I lose my jeans, leaving only my underwear on as I straddle his lap. Stroking myself through the fabric, I claim his mouth with mine, tugging at his cock while I free mine from the flap.
“Rafael,” his voice wavers.
“I’m coming, Honey.”
“Hopefully not yet.” He grins.
Snorting, I kiss the corner of his mouth. “You know what I mean.”
“Hurry and show me.” He squirms beneath me.
“So impatient. I made you come only hours ago, and you already need it again.”
“I need you,” he whimpers.
As soon as those words leave his mouth, I line my cock up with his and tighten a fist around us both.
Bucking my hips, I start off at a steady pace and pick it up to chase the perfect friction building between us.
Spit falls from my mouth and I use my hand to smear it around our skin.
I feel us becoming one as I grip us together again, smashing his head against mine as I roll my hips faster.
I fuck against him again and again, the sensations overwhelming the more we rub together in all the right places.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I say against his cheek, repeatedly gliding us together as I push my greedy tongue inside his mouth. The kiss is as off-kilter as the rest of me, my fingers trembling as my muscles tense from coming so hard I can’t think straight.
He spills his cum alongside mine, breaths coming out in gasps as his eyes gloss over. His bottom lip trembles as it lifts on one side with the top one. “I . . . yeah . . . there are no words for that.”
A laugh pushes past my lips, and I press a chaste kiss to his mouth, my fingers trailing through our release. I bring my hand to my mouth, making a sucking noise and slurping at my palm loud enough for him to hear what I’m doing.
“Are you . . . did you just . . .” His words trail off.
“I did, and damn do we taste so good together. See?” I bring my fingers to his lips and he sucks one into his mouth, eyes rolling back as he moans around my darting digit.
“Yeah. We’re good together.”
“We are. So good.” I kiss him again, because fuck does he look gorgeous like this, out of breath and flushed all over.
I did that. Me. Not his ex but me. That loser will never know what he could have had because he never cared enough to put in the effort.
His loss is my gain. I only hope it won’t end up being my loss too.
A loud snort comes from behind me, followed by a slew of oinks. A wet snout nudges my foot, and I look back at Huey, shaking my head with a giant smile on my face. “Shit. I almost forgot I have a pig I need to take to the bathroom.”
“Does he go outside?” He lays his head back against the cushion, running a hand through his damp hair.
“Yeah. That or the litter box, but I didn’t bring that with me.”
“I can go with you. We can go down that trail we talked about.”
“Sure. There’s some snow on the ground, though, and it might be falling again in a little while. You okay with that?”
“Yeah.” His lips lift. “I love the snow, remember? You’re the one who hates it.”
“Hate’s a strong word.” I maneuver myself off him, reaching for the wipes I left on the side table earlier. I hand him one and we both get cleaned up. Huey circles around me as I straighten out my clothes and try to remember where I put my jacket.
“I’m just gonna put on some proper outside clothes,” Henry shouts behind him as he’s halfway to his room.
“I’ll be here patiently waiting with my impatient pig.”
His laughter echoes down the short hallway, and I go to the car to get Huey’s harness.
Outside, I notice foot tracks in the snow that belong to neither me nor Henry.
They start from the woods and stop in front of the porch steps.
My brow furrows as I lean down to pick up a pocketknife.
Who was here? Was it his ex? My mind drifts to the man who was in the basement and I straighten my stance.
The man with the long hair tied back in a ponytail.
It had to be him. Did I see him as a threat to either me or Henry while I was sleeping?
That would make sense but . . . what if that’s not it at all?
What if that guy was a friend of his? What if .
. . I shake off my thoughts. I need to stop overthinking shit.
It’s getting me nowhere and only taking my mind to worse places.
“Is he out here, boy?” A soft voice comes from the doorway.
I look behind me, lifting my head as I pull the leash from the glove box. Closing the door, I face fully toward him. “You two found me.”
“I was more than sure I’d take longer than you.”
“Yeah, well, there’s a point in everyone’s life when they need some extra time. I’m still trying to remember how to function over here. I did most of the work earlier, remember?”
He laughs and tugs on his bottom lip with his teeth as he steps down off the porch. “Yeah. I’m well aware. But you said you liked it.”
“And I did. I do. But it might make me move a little slower sometimes. Especially because I’m a little out of practice.”
“I see.” He inches closer. “After our walk, we can come back, have some hot chocolate, take a bath, and then maybe get you some more practice.”
“Yeah. I mean, it might make future trips quicker.”
He laughs, reaching me, and Huey rushes behind him before biting at the dangling leash in my hand. I pat him between the ears, “Okay, okay. We’re going, buddy. Sorry we took so long.”
Setting the walking stick in front of him, Henry uses his other hand to adjust his scarf, looking all warm and snuggly. Nothing he wears matches, but he pulls it off anyway. The gray jacket, purple scarf, pink beanie with snowflakes, and his black snow boots hugging his gray sweatpants.
“That’s some outfit.”
He points his eyes downward and shakes his head. “I’m going to stop trying to look like a hot mess eventually. Or maybe that’s some an inner part of me clinging to hope.”
“Hope is good and I think you look fine. Better than fine actually.” Hope is was brought me to him.
Something bad might yank us apart, though.
Something bad and dark inside me. It’s a ticking time bomb.
It scratches at my skin, wanting to get out, and I’m worried I’m losing what little control I have over it.
Standing on his tiptoes, he pulls at my chin and sweetly kisses my lips. “If this is what hope feels like, then yes, it is very good.”