Chapter 23 Alessio
ALESSIO
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
The thunderous beat of my heart made it almost impossible to be sure that I’d heard Rafael’s words right. But as he stepped aside and gestured for me to enter the rectory, I knew I hadn’t.
Come in, he’d said.
Two words. A direct order.
A signal my body immediately understood, and as I walked past him and inhaled his familiar scent, every nerve ending in my body went on high alert.
It’d been a huge risk coming here tonight. Rafael had made it very clear that I was a problem for him, a temptation he was finding difficult to resist. But now he’d invited me inside.
I shoved aside the voice of reason, not willing to give in to fear tonight. Tonight, there was no room for Him. This was about me and Rafael.
“Turn around, Alessio. Look at me.”
The low, rough timbre of his voice made my dick jerk to attention, my entire being wired to respond to Rafael.
That hadn’t changed. Not that I’d expected it to. But it had been so long since I’d seen this side of him, I’d often wondered if I’d imagined it.
I took in a deep breath, bracing myself for what I’d see when I turned, but nothing prepared me for the man standing in front of me.
Gone was the priest, the soft, kind, gentle, smiling man who took confession and gave Sunday mass, and in his place was a man I’d only ever dreamed of.
The boy I’d loved, the boy I’d given myself to, had morphed into the most beautiful man in the world, and he knew every secret I possessed. Every single desire. He had the power to wreck me, and I wanted him to.
Rafael pushed off the door and walked closer toward me, each footstep like that of a drum on the hardwood floor, his eyes roving over me in a way I’d wanted for years.
He was looking at me as a man. Not a friend. Not an acquaintance. But a man he wanted, a man he desired. His silent once-over was making the air crackle with electricity.
“Say something,” I demanded as he began to circle me, his silence as unnerving as it was arousing.
I’d wanted Rafael for so long now that I wasn’t sure what I’d do if he decided to change his mind.
But as he stopped in front of me, there was a familiar glint in his eyes, one I hadn’t seen since the last time we’d been together all those years ago.
“Take off your shirt.”
Fuuuck.
There it was. He was granting permission both to me and himself for this one night.
I reached for the hem of my shirt, whipped it over my head, and tossed it on the floor. The sharp intake of his breath was the only sound I could hear in the otherwise silent room.
“That night,” Rafael said, his voice breaking through the silence. “When you stood at your window and—”
“Stroked my dick for you?”
Rafael licked along his lower lip and nodded. “I wanted to touch you so badly.”
He reached out, gently grazing his fingers over my heated skin. I sucked in a breath.
“I wanted to run my fingers all over your body and down here…” He flirted with the hair of my treasure trail where my jeans hung low on my hips. “Where it disappeared inside your jeans.”
He swallowed and flicked open the button, and my knees nearly gave out on me.
“I wanted to feel you throbbing in my hand as you stood naked and proud in front of me. I want that now.”
My chest rose and fell with every word he said, my body reacting to them like it always had, even when we’d been teens. He remembered too. He knew exactly what I wanted, what he wanted.
I wanted him to tell me how he felt. He had.
I wanted him to tell me what to do. He was.
I wanted anything Rafael wanted to give me.
And tonight, that was everything.
“Unzip your jeans, Alessio.”
My hands shook as I reached for the zipper, and as my covered erection strained against the fabric of my boxer briefs, Rafael ran the backs of his fingers along it.
He outlined my length in frustrating detail, before bringing his fingers up to the waistband and inching it down to reveal the plump head of my dick.
“Give it to me.”
I groaned as I shoved my hand inside my briefs and pulled my cock out. When Rafael wrapped his fingers around my full length and squeezed, a curse ripped out of me. Those stormy grey eyes found and locked onto mine as he started to relearn me, and with every pull and stroke, the storm intensified.
“Rafael,” I said, reaching for his arm to steady myself as he stepped in closer. Then he lowered his head and put his mouth by my ear.
“Get rid of these and get on your knees.”
My breath left me on a shaky exhale, the intensity of the man in front of me so much more powerful than when he was a teen.
Was it age or denial that made everything feel more all consuming? God, it had been so long…
I shoved my jeans and briefs down and kicked them to the side. I was so hard already, and as Rafael’s eyes dropped to my dick, I prayed I could last as long as I desperately wanted to.
Praying… That was ironic. The only one I’d be on my knees for tonight was Rafael.
Lowering myself to the floor, I reached for my stiff cock and squeezed the head to stave off my excitement, but Rafael lifted my chin.
“Did I tell you to touch yourself?”
I immediately let go, dropping my hands to my sides as he took a step back.
His eyes ran down over my body in a way that said he was memorizing every inch of me, and I felt him everywhere.
That heated stare… There was nothing like it.
For years all I’d wanted was for Rafael to look at me the way he was now.
“You’re too far away,” I said.
That didn’t entice him to come closer. Instead, he reached for the back of his dark turtleneck and began to draw it off him, and with every inch of skin he bared, my mouth watered more.
He was always so covered up, always in robes or wearing his collar, and seeing the dusting of hair across his lower stomach felt like a gift.
His body was broader than I remembered, but his abs were still defined, telling me he still enjoyed his time in the gym. It made me wonder why he bothered when no one else shared his bed to enjoy it.
My heart skipped at the realization that this was for me. He was for me. And as he tossed his sweater aside, I found an even bigger surprise had been hidden from me.
Rafael had silver bars pierced through both of his nipples.
“Fuck me,” I breathed, my mouth falling open. “When did you—” I shook my head, sure I was imagining it. “Those are new.”
He glanced down and fingered the bar in his right nipple. “I got them when I came back here. After…I saw you again.”
Speechless. I was goddamned speechless.
There was more I wanted to ask, but then Rafael drew his zipper down as he walked back toward me and I forgot everything except how I wanted to taste him. He stopped in front of me, pants parted and his incredible erection straining to break free of his briefs.
I wanted to reach for him, but the patience that had kept me waiting for him all these years held me in check until I heard the words I needed him to say.
I was breathless as he lifted my chin again, our eyes locking. “Touch me.”
I rose to my knees, curling my fingers under the waistband of his briefs and drawing them down.
The scent of his arousal was intoxicating, and I leaned in, nuzzling into the cropped curls that surrounded his cock.
I breathed him in, my eyes slamming shut, and pressed a reverent kiss there before moving lower.
His cock was hot and velvety smooth beneath my lips, and when I sucked at the base, Rafael inhaled sharply. Then his fingers were tangling in my hair, guiding my head farther down.
It was like coming home after being exiled for years, my instincts recalling exactly how to elicit the soft grunts and sounds I’d missed for so long.
I dragged my mouth down his hard length, sucking lightly at him, teasing his dick and relishing the way it jerked.
“Alessio,” he warned, his fingers tightening in my hair.
My mouth curled up on one side. “Yes, Rafael?”
He gripped the base of his dick and grazed the head across my lips, painting them with his arousal. I couldn’t resist stealing a taste, and I flicked my tongue over his slit, eliciting a groan that shot straight to my cock.
“Tell me,” I said, repeating the move and watching his eyes darken. “I want to hear you say it.”
It was so damn hot, the way the muscles of his abs contracted, his whole body so tense and on edge.
And then he uttered the words I’d been waiting to hear.
“Suck my cock.”