Chapter 24
Cam
Isqueeze Rafe tighter in my arms. This is ridiculous, how I feel about him.
It’s like a balloon of warmth spreading through my chest and sending all rational thought flying.
I should be more wary, should be protecting my heart better than this, but fuck holding back when I literally have everything I’ve ever wanted right here within reach.
I’m not someone who gives in easily. I’ll show him everything he could have, and then if he decides to walk away, at least I’ll have given it my all.
And with him against me, it’s impossible to think of a time when he isn’t.
I flick my thumb over his nipple and let my fingers trail down his chest, over his stomach.
Rafe lets out a heavy breath and leans heavier against me as my fingers run along the crease between his thigh and his groin.
“This okay?” I ask.
“Mm …”
He’s hard when I reach him and wrap my hand around his delicious length.
I don’t rush, just take my time pulling his skin down and back up again, running my fingers over his balls, swiping the pad of my thumb over his slit.
His eyes are closed, and his breathing is deep and slow.
I kiss down his neck and along his shoulder, lick his salty skin.
“I brought you a present,” he says in a low, gravelly voice.
“You did?”
“Your favorite. Lemon meringue—”
“Pie?”
“Yeah …”
I press my smile against his hair. “You know why I love it so much?”
“Let me guess, something to do with me?”
“Everything to do with you. We ate it all the time when we were younger, and then … it always gave me an excuse to talk to you. Even if it was only a minute.”
“You know how pathetic that sounds, right?”
“Yep. I’m a joke of a human being.”
“As long as you’re aware. Carry on, then.”
I squeeze his dick again, and we relax into a comfortable silence.
“Hey, question …” Rafe starts.
“Yeah, baby?”
He shivers against me. “Fuck, I love that.”
“Who knew you were a pet name type of guy?”
“I’m not.” He laughs. “I let you get away with way too much.”
“Can’t deny that.”
He tugs my hair a little before tickling my hairline at the base of my neck. “Do you remember when we were talking about sex, and you said something about preferring to top …”
“Yeah.” My hand stills in its stroking, and I try not to jump too far ahead by assuming where he’s going with this.
“Do you think … would you let me try it? With you?”
“Are you kidding?” I twist him to face me. “Hell yes. Yes. Anything you want.”
His lips twitch. “Careful, that’s a big promise.”
“I think you’re severely underestimating how much you turn me on.”
He reaches down to cup my erection. “I’m getting the message loud and clear.”
“So …” I push forward into his palm. “Any particular time you want to try it?”
He catches his lip for a second before looking me straight in the eye. “Now?”
“Get a condom and lube.” My voice comes out more growly than I mean, but damn it’s been a while since I’ve had a good, hard fuck.
Dildos are great, and I prefer to top hookups, but there’s nothing like a good, hard pounding by someone I have feelings for, and considering how long I’ve been in love with Rafe, there’s no way anything could beat this.
He climbs out of the bath to grab a rubber, and I use the time to start stretching myself. I don’t need much, and by the time Rafe is back, I’m ready.
He goes to open the condom.
“Wait.”
“Yeah?” His forehead lines cutely.
“There’s something I want to do first.”
I push to my knees as Rafe approaches, and when he’s close enough to reach, I grab his hips and steer him toward the edge of the bath.
Then I lean forward and slowly drag my tongue over the head of his dick.
Before I can ask if it’s okay, his hands wind through my hair, and he presses his cock against my lips.
I open quickly, and Rafe pushes inside, humming with contentment as he slowly fucks in and out.
He smells like the citrus stuff I filled the bath with and tastes like skin with a salty burst that hits my tongue as his precum starts to leak out. Sucking his cock is addictive, and my eyes fall closed as I get lost in the moment, never wanting it to end.
“That’s enough,” he says in a lust-drenched tone. His hand tightens as he pulls me off, but the look in his eye makes me think he wants to keep going. As much as I’d love that, I need him inside me just as bad.
“How do you want me?” I ask.
He thinks for a moment before nodding toward the wall. “Hands up there, stay on your knees.”
I hurry to comply. The anticipation hums through my blood and makes my cock ache. It’s a challenge to ignore the throbbing, but the payoff will be so worth it.
Rafe climbs back into the bath and crowds in behind me. His hands map out a path down my back, over my sides, until they reach my ass.
“What do I need to do?”
“Condom on?”
“Yeah.”
“Lubed up?”
“Yes.”
“Then nothing.” I grind back against his dick. “I’m ready.”
His hands tighten on my cheeks, and then he lets one go to grab himself. I watch over my shoulder as Rafe looks down, lining himself up with my hole. As soon as his dick nudges me, I relax my muscles, and Rafe pushes in with one slow, smooth stroke.
He groans as his head drops forward onto my back. “Fuck me, Cam …”
“Actually, you’re fucking me.” I press back, loving how full I feel. “Now get to it.”
He chuckles and presses a kiss to my spine. “You feel so good.”
“Speaking of good, remind me to have the PrEP talk with you. If we’re doing this again, I want to feel you come inside me.”
His hips snap forward roughly. “Yes … Damn, yes.”
“You like that? You wanna see your cum dripping from my hole, baby?”
“Holy shit, Cam.” He runs his hands up my sides to my chest and pulls me back against him. Each thrust is slow and measured, and zings of pleasure fill me as he rubs against my prostate. He grinds deeper, fusing us together, taking his time and driving me crazy.
It’s not enough to do more than keep me teetering at the edge. My dick is leaking, begging to be touched, but I want this to last. For this feeling never to end. It doesn’t stop me from letting out a frustrated whine though.
“What do you need?”
“More.”
“Faster?”
“And harder. I need you to own me.”
His teeth nip the hinge of my jaw. “I already do.”
I shudder, and Rafe pulls back. He eases me forward until my face is pressed into the tile, and then he wraps his hand around the back of my neck as his other hand moves to my hip.
“Hold on.”
I quickly scramble for grip as Rafe pulls back.
His first thrust almost smashes my nose into the wall, and as he picks up the pace, I push back to meet him.
His grip on my neck tightens, holding me in place as he pounds into me, each thrust getting harder and deeper until I swear I’m almost cross-eyed.
I take it all. Beg for more. Rafe’s grunts echo around the room, joined by the sound of the water roughly disturbed by our movements and the wet slapping of skin on skin.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Harder … harder …”
He’s turning me inside out. Pushing me further. Fucking me exactly the way I need to be fucked.
“Love … you …”
The words are so wrapped up in the sounds he’s making that I’m not sure I hear him properly, but even the thought of those words on his lips has me scrambling for my cock.
I could almost sob with relief when I start to stroke myself, jerking so fast that it barely takes a minute before my balls tighten and I start to come.
I cry out as my eyes slam closed, and my orgasm rushes through my body.
“Rafe …” I groan, struggling to hold myself up any longer.
“Can I come on you?”
My dick twitches. “God yes.”
He pulls out, and I hiss at the sudden emptiness. His hand releases my neck and slides down to press between my shoulder blades as the telltale sounds of his jerking off surrounds me.
His hum is loud, catches in his chest, and then the first rope of cum lands on my back. “Mm, yes … Cam …”
He drops forward, still coming, and presses his face to my hair. The way he nuzzles into me makes my chest tight, and as soon as he goes slack, I reach around and pull him into my arms. I think I need it as much as he does this time.
We sink back into the cooling bath, and I quickly flick the hot water on to refill it.
“Was that … was that good?” he asks.
“Exactly what I needed.”
His eyes close, and a sleepy smile crosses his face. “I love making you feel good.”
“And I love you.”
He doesn’t say it back, and it makes me wonder if I even heard it in the first place. It doesn’t matter though. My love isn’t conditional.
And for Rafe, I have all the time in the world.