Chapter 28
Twenty-eight
Rafael
Henry runs his hands over each package, trying to guess what each one has in it and if it’s a gift or something he ordered.
“Ready to see how many times you’ve been right?”
He nods enthusiastically, stretching his legs out on the bed as he hands me the last one I sat on his lap. He said it was probably a sweater from his mom, and when I tear the top open, I laugh after tugging out the tissue.
“How?” I say, holding the striped sweater up between us. “How the hell did you get that right?”
Laughing, he reaches his hand forward, stopping once his fingers land on the knitted material.
“Because I remember the sound. I’ve gotten one every year since I turned twelve and my mom picked up her newly found hobby.
I was a typical kid, shaking wrapped presents trying to guess what each one was. ”
“So, what you’re saying is that you’ve played this game before?”
He snickers, tugging the piece of clothing to his chest. “Yes. With my sister. We did it all the way up to adulthood.” Sadness takes over his tone, a cloudiness filling his eyes, and he inhales the scent of the sweater. “Up until the last two years.”
“You miss them.” It’s an observation, not a question.
“I do.” He lays the homemade item over his lap.
“I miss mine too.”
“How long has it been?”
“A little over a year.” My throat feels raw, scratching like sandpaper with each next swallow.
“Maybe we can both find a solution to that soon.”
“Yeah.” My chest squeezes and I lay a hand over his. “Which leads me to this very next question . . .” I take a breath before continuing. “I was . . . my brother called earlier and you kind of came up and—”
“You told him about me?” Surprise flashes in his eyes.
“Yeah. I hope that’s okay.” My heart kicks in my chest.
“Only if it’s okay that I told my best friend,” he says half-heartedly.
“It’s very okay.”
“So what’s this question you want to ask?” His fingers wiggle against mine and he leans in with sparkling eyes.
“I . . .” I roll my top lip over the bottom. “My brother asked if I’d come to his New Year’s party and—”
“Yes,” he shouts before I can finish my sentence.
“You haven’t even heard the full question yet.”
“I’m assuming you want me to come with you, and if so, then yes, I’d love to.” His words are as welcoming to my ears as the harmony of my favorite song.
My heart warms. “Yeah? You sure? My family are huggers and they’ll probably bombard you with all kinds of questions.”
He gives a quick nod. “I think I like them already.”
“Just wait until you witness how overbearing my brother can be.”
“Looking forward to it,” he pipes up. “I also can’t wait to ask him for some embarrassing stories he has of you growing up.”
“And I’m sure he’s already thought up all the ones he wants to tell you.” I scoot back further against the pillow, kicking the blanket off my feet.
His eyes follow the movement and then his lashes gently flutter as they make their way back up my body. He can’t see me, but I feel as if he’s taking all of me in anyway. “What?” I say, tilting my head and leading his hand to my lap.
His mouth opens and closes before his lips part again. “Have I told you how much I like having you in my bed at night?”
“You’re telling me now,” I say with a lustful tone.
His chest rises and falls heavily. “I am, aren’t I? How about I show you too?”
I press his palm harder to my groin. “How about you show me while saying the words against my cock?”
He squirms, pressing at his own groin with his other hand. “I . . . I want to but—”
“But what?” I drag his hand up and down the tenting of my joggers. “Not ready to give up a little of the attention you’ve been getting?”
He laughs, lowering his face and shaking his head.
“No . . . it’s not that. I think that’s what’s so freeing about someone else giving the pleasure.
I don’t have as many insecurities and I don’t have to constantly worry if I’m doing it wrong, or if I’m being compared to others who’ve done it better. ”
My chest dips. “Oh, baby.” I lift his shirt a little, caressing below his belly button. “I bet you’d do a wonderful job, and I wouldn’t ever compare you to someone else when I only want you. Everyone can use some pointers now and again. There’s no shame in that. We all like different things too.”
He nods solemnly, his hand moving away from mine to tug at the sweater still on his lap. “I . . . I do want to try. It’s not my favorite thing to do but I think I could like it with you. I want . . .” He licks his lips. “To have every experience I can with you.”
“And you will.” I grab his hand again and kiss between his spreading fingers. “You’ll get everything you want from me as long and as much as you want it.”
“You mean while we’re snowed in?”
“And after. Weeks after. Hopefully even years.”
A smile ghosts his lips and he tosses the sweater to the floor before crawling over my lap.
His lips find mine, the kiss short and gearing me up for what’s to come, making me hot all over the way his lips and tongue always do.
He trails his way down my body, sucking on my neck and then my stomach as he lifts off my shirt.
I help him with my pants and he scoots down my legs, taking them down to my ankles, then he crawls forward as I free my cock from my underwear. I leak against his lips as leans his face closer, and he licks at my slit, making humming sounds that have my cock twitching.
I run my fingers through his hair, my eyes closing in on everything he’s doing with his tongue. He licks a strip up the underside and then drags his tongue over my swelling head and over the top.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Such a perfect little mouth.”
He sucks on my head, tongue swirling in circles around it and down my shaft. Inch by inch, my cock is covered by the warmth of his mouth, and as his nose is nearly pressing to my groin his throat tightens around me.
“So, so fucking perfect.” I wince when his mouth squeezes around me and he adds a little too much of his teeth.
“Easy on the chompers, Honey,” I say between a few chuckles, and he smiles around a squeak, the high-pitched sound in his throat sending a singing sensation right through me.
“Yeah, like that. Oh, fuck,” I say, tightening my fingers in his silky strands as he bobs his head. “Just like that.”
He moans around me and pleasure pulsates through me. I tense against the headboard, and my eyes roll back as he chokes a little around the center of my shaft. He moves up and down, cheeks puffing out and eyes bloodshot.
“Look at you. A fucking mess giving pleasure as much as you are when you’re on the receiving end. I think you’ve earned having that cage off before lunch.”
He nods slowly, pulling back before shoving his mouth all the way down.
His face is buried in my crotch, and I hold him in place while thrusting my hips twice.
I let him up and he coughs around me, lifting off to wipe his mouth.
His fingers wrap around my cock and his mouth joins back in on the action, the two working together to nearly drive me up the fucking wall.
“You and your slutty little mouth are going to turn me into a pillow princess too if we aren’t careful.” My laughter’s cut short when he constricts around me at the right time, and I come making choking sounds myself.
My cum pools at the corners of his mouth, mixing with the saliva already gathered there, and he does his best to swallow me down, only letting a few drops of my release get away. He pops off me to catch his breath and smiles deviously before using his tongue to clean me up.
I tug his shirt and drag him back up my body to capture his lips with mine, slipping my fingers into his shorts to tease his clenching hole.
“I . . .” His breaths are ragged. “I . . .” He tries again, still out of breath, and then presses his lips together to take a giant swallow.
“You what?” I trace his lips with my other fingers while pressing one tighter to his entrance.
I bring it to my mouth to spit on the tip and shove it back between his cheeks to circle his warm pucker.
Yeah, never mind me ever considering switching places.
Pillow princess is his title through and through, while I’m the one to keep him that way.
To show him how much he’s treasured. To spoil him and make him feel good like no one else ever has.
I’m perfectly fine staying exactly how we are. Because nothing takes me higher than finding the stars and sun in his eyes as he begging me for more.
“Turn around, baby. Give me that pretty ass.”
His mouth opens and then closes as he nods, doing as I tell him.
Spinning around, he moves down my legs enough for him to stretch his body out on me.
His ass rises in the air, back arching, and I rest each one of my hands on his fleshy globes, tugging him closer as I bury my face in his ass.
I fuck my tongue between his cheeks, pushing it harder to his hole as I force my way inside.
I add a finger when I have plenty of spit in him, and I add more as I plunge in and out.
He pants, body trembling, and I run a hand over his caged cock.
He whimpers, his ass flexing and his tight channel pulsing. His soft sounds turn animalistic and loud. “Raf,” he rasps, body rocking back and forth.
“You need to come, don’t you?”
“Please.”
“Though you have earned it, I think it’s best to let it build a little so that it’s even better next time we play. I think you’ve earned that more, don’t you?”
“Hmmf,” is all he manages to get out, and I laugh, pulling out my finger so my tongue has free range again. I’m able to lick him deeper now after loosening him up. I use this opportunity to lap at his inner walls and feast on him with my face buried deep between his cheeks.