Chapter 32 Rafael
RAFAEL
IFOLLOWED ALESSIO down the hall and into a room full of shadows, and when he let go of my hand and moved away from me, I made my way to the window.
The view was similar to that in the living room: St. Andrews’s spier, its gardens and the rectory. But where I thought I might experience some lingering feelings of guilt attached to my former life, all I felt was peace.
“You don’t know how many nights I’ve stood in that very spot wishing you were up here with me,” Alessio said in a wistful tone that wound its way around my heart. “It’s hard to believe you’re really here.”
A soft light illuminated the room, and I turned to see him standing on the opposite side of an enormous king-sized bed.
“Believe it,” I said, and walked over to the end of the mattress. “Because it’s real.” I reached for the back of my sweater and pulled it over my head, then dropped it on the floor. “I’m real.”
Alessio sucked in a breath, his eyes slowly roving over the skin I’d just revealed to him. But he didn’t move, didn’t come closer. He stood exactly where he was drinking in the sight of me in his bedroom, the wonder and awe evident in his dark eyes.
“Where do you want me?” he asked.
“Where don’t I want you?” His lips tilted into a smile so warm, so full of love, it made me feel like the boy I once was—the boy totally, unequivocally in love with this beautiful boy.
“I love you,” he said, mirroring my thoughts. “I don’t think there’s ever been a time I didn’t. But seeing you here, knowing all we’ve been through to get back to each other?” He put a hand over his heart and patted it. “It makes me love you, us, even more.”
I was the one moving then, no longer able to be so far away from him, not when he was speaking to my very soul.
I needed to touch him, needed him to feel me.
We met halfway, and when we were finally within touching distance, we both reached for the other. My hand on his cheek, his on my heart, eyes locked, and hearts beating in time. We were two halves of a whole, and for the first time since I’d walked away from him, I felt I was back where I belonged.
“Alessio—”
“I know,” he whispered, but I shook my head.
I needed to make sure he heard me. “I choose you. Always. Forever. There will never be a moment that I don’t ever choose you again.”
He caught my lips in a kiss so sweet, so full of love, that I felt it through my entire being. Then he trailed his fingers down to the waist of my pants and flicked open the button.
“I want to love you,” he said, nipping at my lower lip, then pulling back to look me in the eye. “I want to lay you out on my bed, kiss you from head to toe, then love you the way I always imagined I would if I had you here.”
I nodded, hooked my thumbs into my pants and briefs, then shoved them to the floor. “Tell me where.”
Alessio looked to the bed, then back to me, a seductive smile curving his luscious lips as he reached for my erection and gave it a slow stroke.
“Middle of the bed, on your stomach.”
I licked along my lower lip, and he moved in to follow the path with his tongue before slipping it inside my mouth and taking a thorough taste of me.
He brushed his thumb over the head of my cock, spreading the pre-cum all over.
Then he began to work me, pumping and flexing his hand, as he destroyed any and all thoughts I had beyond getting on that bed.
“Go,” he urged me when he finally tore his mouth from mine. “Lie down for me.”
I’d never wanted to follow an order more, and as I climbed onto his bed and lay down, I finally understood the appeal of being the one who obeyed. I’d handed over my pleasure to him for the night, and I knew without a doubt that Alessio would make sure to look after my body and heart.
I rested my cheek on a pillow and caught his scent, then nuzzled into the pillowcase and automatically ground my hips on the covers below.
A low growl filled the silence, and I stopped and glanced back over my shoulder to see Alessio naked at the end of the bed with a bottle of lube in his hand.
“Sorry, I—”
“Don’t be sorry,” he said, his voice gruff as he flipped open the lid of the bottle and poured some into his hand. “And don’t you dare stop. That might be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. You fucking my bed.”
Heat bloomed on my cheeks. “I wasn’t—”
“Yeah, you were. You were fucking my bed because it smells like me.” He stroked a slippery fist up his stiff cock then knelt on the end of the mattress. “And I’m going to fuck you because you smell like you…and me.”
I groaned and buried my face back in his pillow, so turned on that I was worried I would come all over his covers before he even got to that part.
Then I felt his warm lips and tongue on my calf, kissing and licking their way up to the back of my knee, and the erotic sensation had me rocking against the bed.
“Fuck yes,” Alessio said as he smoothed his slick hands up the backs of my thighs. “Spread your legs for me.”
I did what he asked without hesitation, widening my straddle so he could move up behind me. When I felt his large hands on my ass, plumping and spreading my cheeks, I wrapped my arms around his pillow and moaned into it.
“Oh no you don’t,” Alessio said, then nipped at my left cheek. “I want to hear how you’re feeling—don’t hide it from me. I’ve dreamed about it for way too fucking long to be denied now.”
I didn’t get a chance to respond, though, because then Alessio was right there, spreading me wide so he could flatten his tongue over my entrance.
A guttural sound I barely recognized tumbled out of me as his nimble tongue teased and tormented my body, pushing at the tight ring of muscle.
He was relentless in his sensual assault, the pleasure from his warm, wet tongue making my toes curl as he added a thumb to stretch me.
When he pushed his middle and index fingers inside and started to scissor me open, I cursed.
Alessio froze and lifted his head, clearly as shocked as I was to hear that word leave my mouth.
But then I heard a triumphant chuckle. “Is it bad I like that I made you say that?”
“Probably.” I shoved my hips up to his face again. “But why don’t you show me how bad you can really be?”
An immoral smirk tilted his lips. Lips I wanted back on me now.
“My fucking pleasure.”
No, I thought as he lowered his head and swiped his tongue along the heated strip of skin between my cheeks, it’s my pleasure—and continued to be as his fingers found the sensitive bundle of nerves inside and massaged it until I nearly exploded all over the bed.
But as if he knew I’d almost reached my limit, Alessio kissed his way up my back until he was flush against me, then trailed his lips along my shoulder to the crook of my neck and sucked at the skin. The slight sting made me thrust back into him.
“Mmm…” The vibration of his chest sent a shiver skating along my spine as he ran his hands along my arms and then stretched them up above my head to the end of the mattress. “I think you’re finally ready for me,” he whispered in my ear, then kissed it and started back down my body.
When he was back between my spread legs, he grabbed hold of my hips and moved me up to my knees, and I realized then that I was more open than I’d ever been to him in my life—heart, mind, and now body—as he moved in behind me, rubbed the sticky head of his dick against my hot hole, and said, “Ready for me to love you.”