Page 48 of Nightcrawler

He nodded, clearly happy with himself.

“Good. If you think I don’t want to taste you now, you’re crazy.”

I lifted my arms, putting my hands behind my head, giving in, and letting him pull my jeans halfway down my legs. My cock rose high and hard, and he looked up at me with a bit of surprise.

“No underwear?”

I shrugged. “I like commando. Less laundry to do.”

He snorted a laugh. “Of underwear…but you still have to wash your jeans.” He held two fingers over my mouth when I opened it to respond. “Never mind. I like it and if chafing is your thing, who am I to argue with you.”

I laughed. I really liked this guy.

He worked the jeans farther down my thighs and then even more, pulling them almost down to my knees, going slightly overboard since he didn’t need that much access. Clearly, the man had other plans. “Stand up in front of me. I think that’ll be the easiest angle for me…because of the gunshot wounds.”

I got his meaning at once and when he threw his stocking-covered feet over the side and spread his knees, I stood up and moved into place between them. My jutting cock was right at his mouth level which would work nicely. I was still wearing myboots but that didn’t seem to matter to him as he took both of my hips in hand.

He batted long, black eyelashes up at me as I slid both hands into his thick hair. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”

That sounded like the perfect plan to me. I gasped as he bent his head and sucked my cock inside. Watching him go down on me from this angle was one of the sexiest things I’d ever done. And I realized it was a first for me outside of a bathroom stall in a gay bar toilet when I’d been drunk enough to need to get my rocks off with some random guy’s mouth on my dick. This was something entirely different, however.

I was only mildly buzzed after two glasses of red wine, so watching the top of Raven’s head bobbing at my crotch as he gave me head was an amazing sight and feeling. The man was talented, taking me halfway down in one long slide, making sure his mouth filled with enough saliva to ease the way nicely. He knew what he was doing, and I deliberately ignored the irritation that thought brought with it, determined to enjoy every bit of his knowledge and skill.

“Raven,” I growled as he pulled back and then sank down on me again. He reached for my balls and rolled them in his hands, squeezing them until I could feel the sting. When I groaned, he smiled around my cock and sucked harder, looking up at me under his lashes. I curled my fingers into his hair and pulled him hard onto me, only slightly worried when it made him gag and pull off, coughing. He looked up at me and smiled.

“You like it rough,huh?” he gasped.

I nodded at him, breathless as I hissed in pleasure. “Sometimes.”

“Me too.”

I ignored the thrill those words gave me as he took me inside again, tightening his lips hard around me, working my balls, squeezing harder as he rolled them in his hand. I shut my eyes, loving the feel of the blow job but even more excited at the thought of him doing this to me. This lovely man who I’d known for only a handful of days, made me feel better than I had with any previous lovers. I took a second to explore that word, but knowing there wasn’t another man I’d referred to in those terms before, including the man I’d lusted after and fallen for all those years ago in the Corps.

Raven was different and I knew it.

This man was someone who could easily break my heart if he set out to do it, but he wouldn’t. I somehow knew that down deep inside.

I twisted my hands in his hair, loving the feel of the soft, black strands under my fingers. Each time I pulled, he groaned, deepening his strokes as he took me down his throat.Oh, yes, this man would be my undoing, if I let him.

“That’s it, Sunshine,” I said, testing the name out. He looked up at me with lust-filled eyes as he worked magic over the cock in his mouth…sucking, licking, swallowing around the head until I felt my balls drawing up. “Raven, I can’t take anymore.” He nodded, groaning until the vibrations around my dick set me off. “Gonna come,” I croaked. “If you don’t want it down your throat…ah,fuck…I can’t—”

He reached up and wrapped my cock with his hand, jacking me hard as he pulled off my dick. The sight of the thin thread of saliva that connected me with his swollen lips was all it took. I came and he pointed it at his face. The first blast hit his open mouth and then he closed his lips, taking the second on them,and the third on his chin. My come ran down his face as my climax finally tapered off.

I let go of his hair and bent over him, breathing in great gasps against the top of his sweaty head. When I’d composed myself, I straightened, looked down at where he was licking my spunk from his lips. He smiled at me as he reached up and wiped the rest of my release from his chin. I dropped to my knees in front of him, batting his hand away, and began kissing him, tasting my come in his mouth, before licking his cheeks and chin clean of it. When I returned to his mouth, he groaned in pleasure as I blended our lips together, kissing him languidly until my heart finally returned to a resting beat.

Chapter Sixteen

MIGUEL

After pulling my jeans back up, Raven took me by the hand and led me down the hall to a large bedroom at the back of the house. I knew it was his, the minute I stepped inside. A jar candle burned on one of the bedside tables which flanked a large bed, making the whole room smell like lemongrass. I loved the scent and associated it with a Buddhist temple I’d visited while on liberty in Thailand. The room itself was very Zen with plush bed coverings and plump pillows dressed in creamy earthtones. The furnishings—including a wall-to-wall bookcase stuffed with books, sitting across from the foot of the bed—appeared to be made of bamboo. The only thing missing were the orange robed monks who’d occupied the temple during my visit. At the moment, though, I was very happy the bald dudes weren’t anywhere around.

“This is your room?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

He let go of my hand and turned to me. “Yes.” He hesitated. “The house has four bedrooms. One is for our caregiver, the other for Nana, and then there’s a guest room. If you’d rather sleep there, I’m fine with it but—”

I shook my head, cutting off more silly words and circling his waist, bringing him close. He came willingly. “Would it be too much to ask to stay in here with you?” I asked expectantly.

He beamed. “Would you like that?” He paused the tiniest bit before going on with a cascade of quick words. “Because that’s what I want, Miguel…o-of course…only if you’re okay with it,” he blurted.