Chapter 24 Rafael
RAFAEL
ALESSIO HAD NEVER looked more beautiful than he did then, kneeling at my feet, his full lips painted with my cum.
Quite simply, he took my breath away.
I’d issued him an order, and those dark eyes of his had flared with heated desire, the same way they used to. He licked his lips and gave me a wicked smirk before leaning in and giving me exactly what I wanted, sucking my cock into his mouth.
The sensation was more than I could’ve prepared for.
My hand slapped against the wall as a gasp of pure pleasure escaped me, and I couldn’t stop my fingers from gripping his strands tight. That didn’t deter him at all; my reaction seemed to spur him on, his hand coming up to grip my cock as he took me deeper down his throat.
Every thought about why we shouldn’t be doing this had been firmly shoved into a locked box the second I let Alessio inside.
I could give him one night. Seeing him today after he’d shut me out had made me desperate for more of him, and I couldn’t say that I wouldn’t have ended up on his doorstep if he hadn’t come to mine.
“Alessio…” I breathed, overwhelmed by how many emotions were coursing through me. It was never just physical with him, never could be. Our souls were intertwined, which only made tonight more intense on every level.
One hand cupped and gently pulled my balls; the other slid up and down my cock.
He was devouring me like a man starved, and I wouldn’t be able to stay upright on my already-shaky legs for much longer.
No way I wouldn’t come inside his perfect mouth if he continued.
I’d thought I had more restraint, but all the time apart and my own burning need to get more of him had me drawing him off me.
His brows knitted together, and I didn’t realize I was breathing so hard until I said, “On the bed.”
Then his eyes gleamed with mischief, and he licked across my slit before standing.
“You taste even better than I remember.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, memories of him and us back then filling the room and all the empty years between us like we’d never been apart. I reached for the back of his neck and pulled him to me, crushing my mouth to his.
Alessio’s lips parted, inviting me inside, and I entered without hesitation, sweeping my tongue around his warm interior.
Sweet, tempting, and decadent, that was how he tasted, and just like when we were teens, one taste was never enough.
I threaded my fingers through that long, silky hair, pulling him in even closer, and when Alessio’s teeth scraped over my lower lip and bit down, a growl rumbled out of my chest.
“Mmm.” He ran his fingers down my face, over the scruff of my beard. “I like this.”
I angled my head to the side as he kissed his way down to my jaw and then bit it gently.
“You don’t know how often I’ve dreamed of this.” He nipped along my jawline and down my neck. “How many times I’ve gotten myself off thinking about you.”
My cock throbbed as he dragged his tongue along my skin, and when he brought his hands up to touch my chest, I stiffened.
Alessio lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine, seeking permission.
I swallowed and nodded, my breathing harsh as he slowly reached out, and when his fingers brushed over one of the bars piercing my nipples, I moaned.
“So fucking sexy,” Alessio muttered, and then smirked. “I know. I know. I’ll apologize for my filthy mouth at my next confession. But until then”—he lowered his head and flicked his tongue out over my sensitive skin—“I’m going to drive you wild with it.”
He gently bit down on the bar and sucked, and the hands I had in his hair automatically twisted and tightened, because wow… Just wow.
I’d gotten these as a way to keep myself in check, to punish myself for lusting—and yes, I admit, I lusted—after my friend who’d re-entered my life.
But as Alessio flicked, licked, and sucked both pieces, I had to let go of his hair and grab hold of my dick.
That teasing and tormenting mouth was wreaking absolute havoc on my quickly diminishing control.
“Alessio…” I said, tugging his head back, “get on the bed, or this is about to be over.”
“No.” He leaned in and bit down on my lower lip, the bite of pain quickly soothed by his licking across it. “We’re just getting started.”
He bent down, grabbing something out of his pants pocket on the floor—a packet of lube and a condom.
As he backed away, he gave me a sexy smile that had my cock reacting, and then he climbed onto the bed, giving me a prime view of his delicious ass before lying back, thighs spread and his dick hard and flushed.
For a long moment, I could only stare.
Alessio was here. In my small room, on my even smaller bed that barely fit one body, never mind two, and he was laid out for me in an invitation I couldn’t resist. God knew I’d done that for long enough, and now not even He could stop me.
Deep in my bones I felt the pull to Alessio, stronger than any fleeting desire or temptation.
I’d felt it the day we met, even if I hadn’t been able to put it into words or actions for years, something there that tied us together.
It was why I’d had to leave, to put an ocean between us.
If he’d been close I might’ve given in, shown up on his doorstep, begged him to take me back.
I would’ve forsaken all the promises I was making to God for one more night with him.
The same way I was doing now.
Alessio cocked his head, lazily stroking his dick as he ran his eyes down over me. “There are two problems in this room.”
I barely heard a word he said, too busy memorizing his body and the way it had changed since the last time I’d seen him naked. “Hmm?”
“One, you’re wearing too many clothes.” He fisted his length, his thumb making circles around the head. “Two, you’re thinking way too fucking hard. And you’re too far away.”
I licked my lips. “That’s three.”
He sat up, scooting to the edge of the bed and catching me between his legs. His lids were heavy with want, and I could feel everything in his gaze matched in my own.
I wanted this. I wanted him. I’d be damned for it, but I could live with that.
What I couldn’t live with was another second spent not touching him.
I got rid of my pants and briefs and reached for his face, crashing our mouths together. The scruff on his jaw scratched against my palms and grazed my upper lip, another new sensation I filed away.
“How do you want me?” he whispered, sliding his hands up the back of my thighs and curving them over my ass. His fingers explored, learning my body again and making me moan.
“On your back,” I said, threading my fingers into his hair that I couldn’t get enough of. “I want to look at you.”
I could feel Alessio’s smile against my mouth, the squeeze he gave my ass as he yanked me toward him and we tumbled back on the bed.
My cock was already making a sticky mess of his body as I trailed kisses down his jaw, his throat, the broad chest that filled out those t-shirts he wore to perfection.
I sucked his nipple into my mouth, teased it with my teeth and loved the way he gasped.
His dick was so hard I could feel it throbbing against my stomach as I made my way down his body, wanting to draw this out but knowing there was no way I could hold back much longer.
Alessio writhed beneath me. “Rafael, I swear to God, if you don’t get inside me—”
I looked up, arched a brow, and he cursed, his head falling back on the bed. Then I took pity on the both of us—I ran my fingers down his legs, hooked them behind his calves, and gently urged them up his body.
Like this were an old dance we were falling back into, Alessio gripped his knees and pulled them up against his chest, and the sight just about undid me.
Glorious. There was no other way to describe the view he made as he fully opened himself to me. He was the picture of sex and vulnerability, and the combination was intoxicating.
I reached for the condom on the bed where he’d dropped it.
“Rafael?” Alessio was staring up at me with a lust-addled gaze. “You don’t need that,” he said. “Not unless you, I mean, I… I haven’t been with anyone, you know, since you.”
His confession stopped me in my tracks, my hands freezing in place as I tried to comprehend what exactly he was telling me, because surely I’d misheard.
Alessio hadn’t been with anyone…since me?
That was insane. That was over fifteen years ago.
“Why?” I whispered, but I already knew the answer.
He’d been telling me at every turn—I just hadn’t been listening.
I’d never allowed myself to think about that part of Alessio’s life.
I didn’t want to put myself through the torture.
But as he lay there now, his eyes beseeching me, I didn’t need him to say it.
Instead, I tossed the condom aside and gripped my cock, lubing it up before I moved into position.
“You’re even more beautiful now than you were back then,” I said as I trailed my fingers down the slippery path he’d made for me. “And you were stunning back then.”
Alessio’s hands flexed on his knees, tightening his grip.
“Let me get you ready. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” he rushed out. “And I’m not sure I can wait.”
“Alessio—”
“Rafael? I want the pain. I want to feel you take me again like it’s the first time.”
“I was clumsy back then.”
“It still felt fucking amazing.”
“Let’s see if I can be a little smoother this time,” I said, and replaced my fingers with the head of my cock.
Alessio swallowed, and I braced one hand on his shin and used the other to guide myself inside of him.
As I slowly entered his body, the pleasure was so exquisite that I almost lost it right there, an inch or two inside him.
The warmth and tightness of his entrance wrapping around the head of my dick was like heaven and hell combined.
But nothing was going to keep me from sinking so deep inside of him that I didn’t know where I started and he ended.
Bodies, souls, fates intertwined.
That was how we’d always been.
Alessio had said he’d die for my sins. But as I moved up over his body, fully penetrating him, I was well aware I’d give my soul for all of his—and maybe I already had.
“Rafael,” he said, his eyes full of wonder and pleasure.
“I know,” I whispered, and leaned down to brush my lips over his. “I know…”
There were no words to describe the perfection of this moment as we both fell back into it. It just was.
Alessio wound his legs around the back of my thighs as he took my face between his hands and kissed me hard.
“Make me yours again.”
My cock throbbed where it was lodged in him, his words bringing forward a wave of possessiveness I had no right to feel. But as I started to roll my hips, dragging myself in and out of his body, the feeling continued to grow.
For so long I’d denied this side of myself, locked it away. I’d told myself I could do without the physical love of another, that God’s love was enough. But as I stared down at Alessio’s sweat-slicked skin, his swollen lips, eyes filled with desire, I realized how foolish I’d been.
I might’ve been able to do without it, but when I thrust back inside his fit, tight body, I knew it for the sacrifice it had been—because this was giving me life.
That might’ve been blasphemous to think, let alone feel, but I couldn’t bring myself to believe something this powerful, this spiritual, could be bad.
Alessio slid his fingers into my hair as he kissed me, and I rolled my hips over the top of his, sliding in and out of him, and as the pleasure intensified, so did our urgency.
Breath, hands, and bodies intermingled as the sound of our desire echoed off the walls, and I knew after tonight I’d never lie in this room again without hearing it.
His moan. My name. His sharp gasp.
My groan.
They each represented the longing, the lust, the ever-present love we’d always had for one another. It was in every touch of our hands, every angry word shared, the fated outcome of our lives that had always run parallel and were now coming back together.
My heart skipped at the thought, my climax threatening, as Alessio kissed his way up my jaw and whispered in my ear, “I’m yours. I’ll forever be yours.”
I couldn’t have held back then even if I wanted to after his confession, my deepest, darkest desire. He hooked his heels behind my ass and thrust up on my cock, impaling himself in a way that felt both sacred and sacrificial all at once.
We clung to each other in a way that felt inevitable as the ecstasy took over and hurled us into new territory, forbidden territory. The delicious sensations fired through every nerve ending of my body, making me wonder how we could ever be the same again.
Or if that was even what I wanted.
But the one thing I knew for certain in this moment: I wanted Alessio, and I would face whatever repercussions that decision brought my way.