Rafe bites his lip and frowns but the way he’s looking at me leaves no question that he wants this. His pupils are huge in the warm brown of his eyes and his forehead is damp. “Yeah?”
I nod. He kisses me, and when I reach a hand up to his nipple, he presses my wrist into the pillow above my head. When I reach my other hand down to where his erection is sticking out of the band of his underwear, he presses that wrist to the bed too.
He pauses just before kissing me, lips an inch from mine. “Is that okay?”
I nod, gasping for breath.
“Mmmm. You can trust me.” I nod. There’s something almost desperate in his voice. “I won’t hurt you.”
“I know.”
He kisses me again and I go wild beneath him, testing the strength of his hands on my wrists.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful like this.” He rolls my hips up and my wrists slide from his hand. I whimper at the loss, and he rolls my hips up until they come off the bed.
He licks into my hole like a starving man, and I don’t even recognize the sound that comes out of me, part scream and part whimper. A drop of my own precome lands on my chin.
Rafe opens me with his tongue, pressing down even harder on my arms, and groans when my hole relaxes.
“So fucking sweet here,” he mutters against my ass, and then both his hands are spreading my cheeks, practically bending me in half, and I can’t move, can’t do anything except moan as his mouth moves on me.
Rafe grabs one of my hands in each of his and moves them so I’m holding my legs open for him. He sucks on my hole and runs his tongue around it, then licks his way to my balls, taking each one in his mouth. I feel ridiculous. Awkward. Totally at his mercy, my ass and balls and dick exposed for him.
He licks up the length of my erection, swirling his tongue around the tip, where I’m leaking. He sucks me until I’m moaning and trying to thrust deeper into his mouth, but my position won’t let me. He pulls off, presses a kiss to the inside of one thigh, a bite to the other, and moves back to my ass, burying his face there and spearing his tongue into me until I’m a quivering mess.
He eases my legs down so my feet are flat on the bed and rolls on the condom. He grabs my wrists again and holds them fast over my head. “Put your legs around me,” he says breathlessly.
Rafe sinks into me in one slow, deep thrust and I almost scream. With my legs around him, thighs pressed nearly to my chest, his entire weight is bearing down on me. He’s all around me and inside of me, and any way I move, he’s there.
He catches my scream in his mouth, kissing me, feeding me the taste of myself on his tongue until I have to wrench my face away to gasp in breath. A bite to my throat. His tongue at my pulse. The scrape of teeth along my jaw. Then we lock eyes and he starts to move. In this position, I’m so tight around him that he feels huge, on the edge of painful, like every time he slides out of me it seems impossible he’ll be able to thrust back in. Confused pleasure skitters through my body and lands at the base of my dick, trapped between us. I can feel him in my stomach, my chest, my throat.
I wiggle my hips, desperately trying to get some contact for my erection, and I tighten around Rafe. He roars, slamming into me until we’re locked so tightly together that I can’t move, can only let out a choked moan. He squeezes my wrists and presses his other palm to my cheek, his eyes burning into me.
“The sounds you make fucking kill me, Colin.” His hand ghosts over my face, shakily tracing my lips, by brows, my cheeks. “You—Jesus, you just kill me,” he chokes out. Then he kisses me before I can say anything, the sweetness of his mouth a contrast to his powerful thrusts.
“Rafe, I—oh god! Please!” I’m spewing nonsense and my dick is spewing precome as Rafe takes over my body. Everything is his and I force myself to relax beneath him. To make good on my promise. That I trust him. That I want him like this.
My legs are wrapped around him, and he’s deep inside my ass, one heavy arm trapping my wrists while the other hand maps my face and throat. His hair is in my face, his mouth owns mine with kiss after kiss, controlling even my breath, and his weight presses me into the bed. We’re tangled into a knot so complicated I wouldn’t have the first clue how to undo it.
Still, he won’t touch my dick. I’m so painfully hard that each beat of my heart throbs in my erection.
“Please, Rafe, please, please,” I whine, begging him for just that tiny stroke that I know would bring me over the edge. He shakes his head, buries his face in my neck, and groans. Then kisses his way back to my mouth. As he kisses me, he thrusts deep, and when his balls are snugged up against my skin, he freezes there, pulsing inside me. He licks my mouth like an animal, tasting me while he’s inside.