Chapter 28 Alessio
ALESSIO
IT WAS EASIER than it should’ve been to sneak Rafael up to the penthouse suites without anyone knowing he was there. The perks of being the one who knew how to hack an elevator.
I slipped inside the suite after Rafael, secured the door with an extra lock so interruptions were impossible, and made my way into the living room, where he stood looking up at the dim chandelier. It cast sparkles of light over his tall frame, making him look ethereal, too perfect for this world.
God, he was beautiful. That was one thing He’d done right when He created Rafael.
“Our worlds are so different,” he said softly, turning to face me.
“They don’t have to be.”
A small smile lifted the corners of his mouth. Beautiful. It was hard to believe he was here, that all of this was really happening. I kept waiting for him to change his mind, tell me he’d made a mistake, and then disappear from my life again.
He started toward me, unbuttoning his shirt, and my eyes tracked every inch of skin as he revealed himself to me—the dusting of light hair across his chest and lower stomach, the steel bars through his nipples that I wanted to tease between my teeth.
He shrugged off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Then he reached for my hand, placed it over his heart, and said, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Like he could read my mind. Or maybe what was on my mind was written all over my face.
I took in a deep breath as he reached for the back of my neck, pulling me in until his mouth brushed against mine. “Alessio.”
My name on his lips sounded like a prayer, and I shoved every doubt aside to focus on this moment, here, with him.
Fingers flexing against his chest, I closed the space between our lips and swallowed a contented sigh as the familiar feel of him overtook me. Rafael tightened his hand on my neck, pulling me in closer, devouring my mouth, hungry for more.
“Bed,” he whispered between kisses, and I wrapped my arms around him to hold him close as I backed him into one of the bedrooms. His fingers were already at the button of my jeans, eager to remove them and finish what he’d started in my office before we were so rudely interrupted.
Rafael said he wanted to worship my body, and fuck, nothing was standing in the way of that now. I ripped my shirt over my head, and once he unzipped my jeans, they joined the pile on the floor.
My mouth crashed down on his again as I shoved his pants and briefs down his hips, but Rafael’s hands stopped mine.
I pulled back, confused, until I saw the arousal swirling in his eyes. He didn’t want to stop; he wanted control.
I leaned in, nipping at his lobe, and said, “Lube is in the drawer,” before moving to the mattress.
Which gave me a prime view of Rafael’s ass as he bent over to remove the rest of his clothes.
I could’ve lain there watching him and stroking my cock for hours, but the look he gave me when he turned around told me he wasn’t willing to wait that long.
Nothing could’ve prepared me for how fucking sexy he looked crawling up the bed on all fours.
He kept his eyes locked on mine when he wasn’t stopping to kiss my calf, my knee, my inner thigh.
His mouth was so close I could feel his breath tease the head of my dick, and it had me so hard I had to grab hold of it, send a bite of pain so I didn’t come before Rafael touched me.
He knelt between my thighs and pushed them wide, leaving me open to him before lowering his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I said as Rafael bypassed my cock, spread my ass cheeks, and licked a warm, wet path over my hole.
It was instinct to clench, even as the sensation felt so damn good I wanted more, but I didn’t have to beg.
He knew exactly what I wanted, even as my hips jerked involuntarily and he held me down tight, keeping me right where he wanted as he speared his tongue up against my entrance.
On my exhale, he pushed inside, and I gripped his head, wanting him closer and also feeling too much. In and out, he rocked into me, and the curses that escaped my lips should’ve scandalized him.
But he wasn’t Father Vitale tonight, he was my Rafael, and he was eating my ass like it was his motherfucking job.
My cock was already dripping, my toes curling into the sheets, and I had to force myself to breathe. Relax into it. Let him take everything from me that he wanted.
I just had to last long enough for him to do it.
That was before I lifted my head to see him grinning up at me like he knew he was driving me crazy.
“I swear, if you don’t put something in me soon—”
Rafael massaged his thumb over my slick hole, that grin getting wider. “You’ll what?”
Rafael had been hot when we were younger, and gorgeous as a priest. But the man currently between my thighs, teasing and tormenting me, was all kinds of sexy.
“I… Just do it. Please.” I’d resorted to begging.
“Like this?” Rafael slowly pushed his thumb inside until his hand was flush up against my skin. “Or maybe you want a little more? I remember you liked a good fingering before—”
“Oh my God.” I dropped my head back to the pillow, knowing if I watched what he was doing I’d come in seconds.
Instead, I closed my eyes and let the sensations wash over me: the exquisite slide of fingers, the ravenous mouth licking and sucking at my hole, and finally the fullness of two, then three, digits as Rafael stretched me.
Fuck, I’d missed this. Missed the physical contact of another. Missed him.
We’d grown up together, forged a friendship together, and, when it came time, learned to pleasure each other in the exact way the other needed. Something Rafael clearly hadn’t forgotten.
He tore his mouth and fingers free, and reached for the lube. I groaned at the immediate loss of contact, my eyes opening. Rafael knelt between my spread thighs, his stormy eyes greedily taking in every inch of me as he stroked his fist up and down his thick, veiny erection.
He looked like a god. One I wanted to kneel at the feet of for the rest of my life.
His muscles flexed and those nipple rings twinkled at me under the lights as he lubed himself up and then moved down over me, bracing a hand on either side of my body.
He pressed his lips over my heart then grabbed hold of my hips, and before I knew what he was going to do, he tumbled us across the wide mattress until he was flat on his back and I was lying flush on top of him.
My cock rubbed over his, my pre-cum adding to the sticky slide, and when I pushed up to look down into his face, Rafael said, “Ride me.”
I glanced down our bodies and ground myself over him. This was the last thing I’d expected him to ask for, but when his eyes shifted down to where our bodies were aligned, it all made sense.
“I want to watch you,” he said in a voice rough as gravel. “I want to see and feel you come apart.”
“Fuck, Rafael.”
He ran his fingers down the backs of my thighs to my knees and spread them over each side of his body. I nodded and moved up to a sitting position, and when he reached for his dick and angled it upright, my balls tightened.
I rose to my knees and moved so his cock was nudging up against my stretched entrance, and with my hands braced on his chest, I slowly lowered myself down. As the wide head of his shaft began to penetrate me, I took in a sharp exhale, the burn always there even after a thorough tongue fucking.
But as the tip pushed past that first tight muscle and my ass gripped his shaft, the delicious stretch and penetration made my toes curl. I looked down to see Rafael staring at where his cock was disappearing inside me, and the heat in his eyes sent flames licking along my skin.
I lowered further down his steely length, and I could feel the vibration of his pleasure as it rumbled from his chest. It was taking every ounce of self-restraint he possessed not to shove up inside of me, and the cost to him was evident in the flush of his cheeks and his tightly clenched jaw.
“Your cock feels fucking huge,” I said as I finally bottomed out and he pulsed inside of me. “You sure you didn’t grow a couple inches since we were together?”
Rafael grunted, his fingers flexing on my hips as his punched up off the bed, making me gasp. “No. It’s just been a while for you.”
I nodded and smoothed my hands up to his pierced nipples, flicking them between my fingers. “Feels like forever.”
“Alessio…” he said in a tone that felt very much like a warning.
Well, well, well, would you look at who’s in control now.
“Yes, Rafael?”
“Either do that and move. Or don’t do that.”
“Why?” I teased, and did it again. “Can’t control yourself?”
“Don’t want to.”
I rolled my body over his, and Rafael gnashed his teeth together. “Who’s asking you to?”
That was what he seemed to be waiting for, because he stroked his hands along my thighs and snapped his hips up, making me moan.
Damn that felt fucking amazing, and so did the bite of his short nails as they dug into my naked skin, keeping me impaled, as I moved over the top of him in a rhythm only we seemed able to hear.
My hair fell down around my face as I twisted the steel bars through his nipples, and Rafael’s lips parted on a ball-tingling moan as I quickened my pace.
He was so sexy. So free in this moment with me.
I loved it. Loved us. Loved him—still, after all this time.
And it was that realization that had my climax threatening.
I lowered myself, burying my face in the crook of his neck as I ground over him, my cock making a sticky mess of his abs with my arousal.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so turned on, and when Rafael gripped my hips and pulled me down hard on his dick, I shouted so loud I was surprised my fellow Kings didn’t come running.
The pleasure was more intense than anything I’d ever experienced.
His cock nailed my p-spot over and over until my vision started to blur.
“Rafael…” I panted as I moved to sit up over him, wanting him as deep as I could get him. Then I took hold of my dick and began to stroke.
Rafael’s jaw clenched as I began to rock over him, his hands running up and down my thighs as he watched me from beneath lust-laden eyelids.
I’d never felt more wanted, more worshipped, more loved than I had in that moment, and as my orgasm slammed into me, I felt Rafael’s cock throb deep inside me, then explode.
As the warmth of his cum flooded my hole, my own climax smashed into me, my cock shooting warm jets over Rafael’s flawless skin as I continued to rock over him through the crash and fall.
I never wanted the night to end. Never wanted to let him leave.
So as the adrenaline ebbed and I fell down over the top of him, I whispered, “Don’t go yet.”
Rafael wrapped his arms around me, connecting us, body, soul, and mind, and kissed the top of my head. “I already told you, I’m not going anywhere.”
And for now, at least, I believed him.