Chapter 20
GEORGE
A s relaxing as the massage was at first, all my ease vanished when Rafe turned over and I watched the therapist touch his lower back, and the upper swells of his arse. I didn’t want anyone else touching him that way, giving him that look of bliss.
But now I was caught in a trap of my own making. There was no way was I going to act the fool and do something stupid, like tell them to stop and bugger off.
It’s your own fault. You could’ve been shagging all week, but you wanted to wait.
So I lay there and watched him, noting every breath, every sigh, every bead of sweat.
He was so goddamn beautiful that every time I looked at him, I could barely breathe.
All the blood in my body rushed south and I grew tense despite the hands working on me.
Thank God I was lying face down because my cock was about to drill a hole through the massage table.
The minutes ticked by, but it felt like eternity. I couldn’t wait until it was done. It was the most stressful massage in history.
My therapist finished with my neck and placed gentle hands on my head. I wanted to yell at him to hurry the fuck up, but I stayed silent.
“It’s best if you can rest here and breathe deeply for a few minutes before you slowly get up. We’ll be back in twenty minutes to pick up the tables.”
Rest? Rest could wait. I needed to be alone with Rafe. Right fucking now.
As soon as the therapists walked down the stairs and out of sight, we slid off our tables with the sheets wrapped around our hips and tumbled into each other.
“I thought they’d never fucking finish,” Rafe whispered.
Instead of waiting another second, I bent down and scooped him up, sheet and all. Rafe’s surprised laugh echoed on the wind as I carried him bridal style to the wheelhouse, to my cabin.
I lost my sheet along the way, but that didn’t stop me.
He slid his arms around my neck and held on tight as I managed to push open the wheelhouse door, barely, and slammed it shut behind me with my foot. I hurried into my adjoining cabin.
Most of the room was occupied by my bed. My one and only work demand had been a king size bed, and I was never so thankful for it than at that moment.
Rafe wriggled, and I finally let him down, the sheet sliding off.
I stood there in awe at his full reveal.
I’d seen him nude at a distance the other day when he got out of the hot tub.
But up close, in my cabin, in my bedroom, in my bed…
I couldn’t get enough of staring at his long, beautiful body, bronzed from hours in the sun, his cut cock as hard and heavy as mine.
Unlike me, he was smooth everywhere, and I couldn’t wait to taste every inch.
I rubbed my chest as I willed myself to calm. I didn’t want to rush this and ruin it.
“Stop overthinking,” Rafe whispered, reading my mind, as our bodies finally met, skin to skin.
I wrapped one hand around the base of his neck, pulling him in closer, noting how dark his eyes were, the blown pupils all but swallowing up the bright blue.
His breath hitched as our hips and chests finally collided. My control snapped.
“No going back from this,” I admitted, and he nodded. “Tell me what you want, love.”
“I’m vers, but I prefer to bottom.”
“Thank Christ, because I need to be inside you,” I groaned and crushed his mouth with mine.
It was messy and frantic, and I couldn’t get enough. Rafe’s tongue was playful and aggressive, and sparked a wildness inside me. I picked him up again, and he wrapped his long legs around my waist. The feel of his hot, naked skin against mine was perfection.
I placed him on the bed, letting him fall back, kneeling over him. His golden hair was spread out around him, his neck and face flushed with heat. Rafe’s chest moved in and out with rapid breaths. He was so stunning in arousal, I grabbed the base of my cock to stave off my impending climax.
“You almost came?” Rafe whispered and I nodded. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“That couples massage was like an hour of foreplay,” I groaned.
Then I took a deep breath and licked my lips.
“I want to go slower. I want to make love to you but…”
“We’ll have all night to make love. Let go of that control of yours and fuck my brains out first.”
Rafe’s blunt words made me shiver. He turned over and got up on his hands and knees, his taut arse front and center.
I gripped his full cheeks and squeezed, rubbing my thumbs along his crease.
His answering moan had me leaning closer, giving one cheek a teasing lick.
Goosebumps popped up all over his skin as I gave another, then a gentle nip, reveling in his salty, musky taste.
“I almost lost my temper when that massage therapist touched your arse. No one else touches you here, Rafe. Only me.” I licked a path from his taint to his sexy hole. I squeezed his cheeks tighter. “Only me. Say it.”
“Yes, fuck, yes,” he moaned and thrust his arse in my face.
I teased his hole, with hot, quick licks. Then I pushed my face in his arse, rubbing my beard against his sensitive skin, fucking his hole with my tongue as his moans and cries grew louder.
“I love the way you taste. I could come just from rimming you,” I confessed.
I slid one finger in alongside my tongue, pushing in easily. I gave him one last lick and leaned back, reaching frantically for the lube and condoms I’d stashed under my pillow. I squeezed a good amount of lube on my fingers and pushed two inside, drilling in deep, aiming for his prostate.
Rafe’s body jolted, and I continued to fuck him with my fingers, adding a third, using my other hand to cup his smooth balls, tugging them gently.
“I’m so fucking close. But I want to come with you inside me,” he whimpered and looked over his shoulder. His blissed-out expression and ravaged lips made my cock jerk.
Rafe was right. The first time would be fast and hard. Our desire was too sharp and the build-up too long. We couldn’t wait.
I ripped open the condom packet and suited up, slathering my throbbing dick with plenty of lube.
I slowly slid my cockhead to his pink hole, watching as he took all of me.
His heat, his tightness. Fuck, I was inside Rafe.
Our bodies joining had me trembling as I pushed forward, until my heavy balls slapped his arse.
I let my body drop, sitting back on my heels as I pulled Rafe with me.
Until he was seated on my lap, his head on my shoulder, his legs splayed out on either side of mine.
I wrapped one arm around his chest and held him to me, as close as we could get.
My cock pulsed deep within him. I rocked my hips and Rafe cried out, his hand gripping mine as we began to move together.
I placed feverish kisses on his shoulder, his neck, while I thrust my hips.
His body jolted every time I moved, and his hips began to piston faster.
“More, I need more,” Rafe moaned, and I pushed forward again, placing him on his hands and knees. Then I did what my love had asked and fucked him. Hard.
His arms gave out as I grabbed hold of his hips, pistoning with short, tight strokes, watching his beautiful body undulate against mine.
His cries became louder, and I reached down to cup his balls.
Rafe lifted one hand to stroke his cock, but I pushed it aside and gripped him, my hand slick with lube.
His cock pulsed as I pumped my hips and hand in tandem, wanting—no, needing—for him to come first. Everything began to narrow to that one point of perfect pleasure as I thrust my hips faster and faster.
“That’s it, right there. Oh fuck.” Rafe’s hole clenched around my throbbing dick, and he yelled out my name.
Hot cum covered my hand as his body shook and I became desperate, rutting in and out of him in a punishing rhythm.
I could only grunt and moan when his release pushed me right over the edge.
My balls drew up tight, and my arse clenched as the spark of pleasure lit up my spine and burst through my body like a supernova.
“Rafe!” I cried out as my vision went black.
All I could feel was the heat of my cum in the condom and the warmth of Rafe’s body, my orgasm wrecking me in the best possible way. I rode the wave of pleasure, pumping my hips, filling up the condom, wishing there was nothing between us.
I wanted to fill up his arse with my cum. That way there would be no mistaking who he belonged to.
“I’m down for that. But I have to say, after that epic fuck, my arse knows for sure who it belongs to,” Rafe panted, chuckling.
I didn’t even realize I had spoken out loud. Then a sudden surge of dread filled me.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I, love?” I asked as I rubbed a soothing hand over his arse cheek.
“No, sweetheart.”
Him calling me sweetheart had goosebumps popping out all over my body.
“You fucked me into another dimension or galaxy or whatever…I can barely form words,” he mumbled against my pillow.
As our bodies cooled, I reluctantly withdrew.
I got up and headed to the bathroom, getting rid of the condom, and washing up.
I grabbed a hand towel, wet it, and headed back out to take care of my love.
He was lying face up, spread-eagle on my bed, smiling, rumpled, and sexy.
I pinched my arm to make sure this was real.
“Very real,” he repeated, as his eyes roamed over my body. “Come here.”
Rafe’s intense perusal, the hunger in his gaze, told me he very much liked he saw.
I sat down on the bed next to him and gently wiped away the cum and lube, then threw the towel on the floor to deal with later.
Rafe pushed me onto my back and slid over top of me, claiming my lips in a kiss that was slow and sensual.
Like we had all the time in the world. His hands roamed my chest, tweaking my nipples.
My cock stirred, but I was far from ready for round two. Round one had blown my mind as well as my body, and I needed recovery time.
Rafe pulled back and rested his cheek against my chest, smiling up at me.
“Let’s have dinner up here. We can enjoy the sunset with a glass of wine and then slide right back to bed where we belong.”
“I’d asked Jana to arrange another candlelit dinner, but I like your idea better,” I replied as I raked a hand through his long hair, massaging his scalp.
“God, just promise you’ll never stop touching me.”
It sounded like he was starved for touch, and that couldn’t be true, given what he told me about his sexual history. Then again, fucking is one thing. Intimacy with your lover is another.
I ran my hands through his hair again and down his back, learning the shape of every ridge and curve, then lower, cupping the arse that was now the star of all my dreams. Eventually, my hands found their way back up, under his arms, pulling him up so we could lie face to face. Nothing between us.
“Love,” I whispered as I cupped his jaw. His indigo eyes welled up, blinking furiously. He made to look away, but I wouldn’t let him. “It’s all right. I see your big, beautiful, sensitive heart and I promise to keep it safe.”
My own eyes filled and blurred.
“I promise to do the same,” he replied, holding on tightly to me.