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As soon as I lock the bathroom door, my body deflates on top of the toilet. I’m a fucking mess. Raph’s omission hurt me, but I know what’s really happening here. I know why I’m acting all conflicted and scaredy cat-y. It’s obvious that I’m afraid. Afraid what Raph will do when he discovers… No, I refuse to think about it.
I walk to the sink and splash some cold water on my face. Some ends up on the cuff of the shirt, soaking it uncomfortably. Instead of pulling up the sleeve, I squeeze the fabric between my fingers, closing my eyes tightly.
He called me his boyfriend. I’d be a liar if I said that single word didn’t make me incredibly happy. And instead of celebrating with his dick tapping my prostate, I’m throwing a pity party in a very luxurious bathroom. I mean, is the faucet made of gold? And the light green hand towel I use to dry my face is as soft as a baby’s butt.
I run a hand through my blonde strands, trying to adjust the already perfect hairstyle. I give myself another minute to regain some composure. When I feelfineenough, I open the door and stop over the threshold.
“You said you wanted a tour.” Raph is leaning on the wall, arm outstretched as his intense eyes study my face. He doesn’t attempt to touch me, just leaves his finger hanging in the air close to mine.
After taking a big breath, I grab his hand. As always, the contact sends a prickling sensation over my body. My heart picks up as Raph threads his fingers through mine and then leads me toward the huge staircase. The thick marble steps are covered by a red carpet all the way to the first floor. The handrails on both sides are black with minimalist gold finishing touches. The metal feels cold under my palm.
“Meg didn’t change much around the house after her parents died,” Raph says. And that explains a lot. The place doesn’t match the Meg I know.
We turn right on the landing and move past a few white doors before stopping in front of a blue one. Raph pushes it open, and I know instantly that this is his room. The walls are light blue, contrasting with the azure curtains covering the tall window and the sapphire spread over the king-sized bed. A big, wooden desk sits against a wall. Apart from a digital clock on top of it, the surface is empty. The walls are bare too. One of the two doors on the left shows an ensuite bathroom, even more opulent than the one downstairs.
“This is your room,” I say, half-spinning and facing him again.
“Was. I don’t live here anymore.”
I watch him extend his arm above his head and reach between his shoulder blades to grab his shirt.
He pulls it off, and my brain goes in slow motion mode, enjoying the unhurried reveal of his delicious abs, tanned skin, perfectly defined pecs, dark nipples, and muscled neck. His piercing eyes find mine, and there’s so much heat in those green depths. I still can’t believe it’s aimed at me. He opens the three buttons on his jeans, one after the other with deft, steady fingers. And then…then he starts stalking toward me.
“What are you doing?” I don’t realize I’m walking backward until I feel the hard wall behind my spine. Raph splays his hand next to my head, while the other cups my cheek. His thumb strokes my lower lip, pushing it down. He has a glint in his eyes as he pushes his finger inside my mouth all the way.
I instinctively suck on it, my tongue tasting the hint of salt on his skin. It twists around his finger while he begins pumping it in and out. It’s such an erotic and dirty act, mimicking what we both really want. I need this right now, not to think. Just feel.
He grabs my hand and grunts when he pushes it inside his boxers. He’s always so hard for me. It mesmerizes me. Its thickness and warmth. The weight in my palm and the smoothness of the pink skin. How did I wait this long to have him in my mouth? Raph kept me in this lust-filled trance that has been so damn overpowering, that’s how. Not anymore.
I pull my head back, his slick thumb gliding out from my lips. I slide down on my knees, taking his jeans and boxers down with me. His beautiful cock slaps against his hard abs, leaving a thin trail of precum on his belly. I’m salivating, licking my lips at the sight of his delicious length. Raph grabs the base, pointing his cock toward my lips. The other hand is firmly fisting my hair and pushing me toward the head. He paints my lips, stroking the dripping cum over my mouth, and I lick it all up eagerly.
“Just like that, babe. Taste the only cock flavor you’ll have from now on.”
His possessive words spur me on, and I suck the whole head between my lips, my tongue mining the slit for more. His head falls back, a growl coming straight from his chest. I push my mouth onward, the corners stretching to the maximum while I keep sliding more cock in until it hits the back of my throat, taking my breath away for a second. I remember to relax and inhale with my nose.
I’ve always been quite good at blowing but have never craved it like I do now. And I want it to be the best he’s ever had. The only one he can remember. I squeeze my throat around him and moan, hoping he’ll like the vibration.
He growls again, fisting my hair harder and pushing his dick a little deeper. My nose sinks into his pubic hair. I love his musky male smell; it makes my own shaft twitch and leak, making a mess inside my pants. My mouth is so fucking full, and I can barely breathe. But when I look up, the crazy look in his eyes and the sight of his clenched jaw almost makes me cum on the spot.
My hands fall on his thighs. My fingers start playing with his balls. He thrusts his hips back and then slowly forward again, keeping my head still while he fucks my mouth.
“So fucking good. Want to live in your mouth,” he groans. His eyes are focused on his hard cock pumping in and out. I feel saliva dripping down my chin, tears wetting my cheeks. And although I’m surely a mess to look at, I’m so hot for him. The powerful feeling I get from giving him such bliss on my knees is exhilarating. I let my desire fuel me and start hollowing my cheeks every time his cock tries to leave my mouth.
His breathing is coming hard and fast, and his fingers dig into my scalp as his hips find a faster rhythm. Holy hell, he’s gorgeous. I can’t stop moaning around his meaty dick, and it seems like it’s driving him crazy. I reach down inside my pants to stroke myself as I watch him. My lips tighten even more around him, and I give him as much suction as I humanly can.
I swallow repeatedly around his length, massaging his head with my throat as I work even harder to milk him out. But suddenly he yanks my head back, pulling out of my mouth. In the next second, I’m up and dizzily facing the wall while Raph strips me of my shoes and pants. He pushes my hips back till my ass is sticking out and opens my legs impossibly wide. Then he spits on my puckered hole a couple of times before his finger begins to stroke it.
He pushes just the tip, and the sting is very real. It’s been months since I’ve been fucked; long before I moved to Chicago. But I have a big dildo I like to stick on my shower wall and have fun with when I’m in the right mood.
His other hand grabs my dick and starts rubbing. His face falls on my nape, mouthing at my skin. I let myself relax and his finger slips inside. More wetness drips on my entrance and I turn my head back, craving the dirty sight. Raph’s mouth is open, letting a thread of saliva fall down his fingers, slicking my hole perfectly for a second digit to spear inside.
“Yes!” I whimper.
“We won’t need any fucking lube if you keep opening up so easily with all the spit I’m shoving inside.” He licks his lips while staring at my ass and I realize I’m fucking myself on his fingers when he adds a third one. I’m unable to stop, even though I can feel the burn. He crooks them, touching my prostate, and my porno scream is stifled by his rough mouth. He’s ramming his fingers inside me at a tempo too fast for me to follow.
“I can’t believe I’m inside you. Touching you.” His low voice is filled with hot desire and awe.
So are the next words that come from my lust-filled, thoughtless brain. “Take me raw,” I beg him. I know I’m being an idiot, especially after hearing his brother comment on Raph’s whorish ways. But right now, I don’t seem to care.
