Page 68 of Nightcrawler

He was flirting with me, and I loved it. “Nope.”

“Fine, don’t be surprised if I take a weedwhacker to them while you’re asleep one night.”

I laughed and then smiled at him, curling my fingers in his, as he led me out of the garage and through the kitchen. I averted my eyes from the china cabinet when we walked past, as I’d been doing all night, and focused all my attention on Raven. He led me straight to his bedroom which was exactly where I wanted to be. I’d been dreaming of having him naked in my arms all day. Though neither of us had put voice to our desires to curl up in Raven’s bed together, the guest room he’d offered the first night was never mentioned again.

We walked into the room, and I opened the drawer he’d offered, neatly laying my clothes inside. I was still a Marine after all. When I turned around, his arm was raised, and he wassniffing his pits. He put it down when he caught me looking. “What? I stink. Would you help me with a bandage change after I shower?”

“Of course, and just in case you miss any areas too tender to reach, I think I should help you out with that shower.”

He walked over and kissed me, smiling as our lips parted. “You have the best ideas.”

I helped him off with his T-shirt, noting that he was right, the Tegaderm front and back had begun to lift, which meant it was time to change the bandage. I was eager to get a look at the wounds anyway. When we were both naked and obviously interested in this new development judging by the way our cocks were already half hard, we stepped into his gorgeous white marble shower. I pretended not to notice the condom and lube Raven set on a shelf, smiling to myself, and grabbed his green tea and lemongrass shower gel to begin helping him find all the stinky places on him.

His skin was smooth under my palms as I traced the muscles of his chest and abs. I noticed the barbells were once again absent but then again, he probably had done that this morning before he’d dressed since they’d show through the thin, cotton T-shirt he’d been wearing. Even though I missed them, I gave each nipple special attention, pulling, twisting, and tweaking as we made out like horny teenagers which by now, I knew he liked. When I was done with that, I turned him face first to the tile and began soaping his back, only avoiding the small bandages. Raven’s shoulders were nearly as broad as mine and his ass was a thing of beauty, perfectly tight and very round, like every porn star’s butt I’d ever admired.

After paying special attention to it, soaping over the taut globes, I slid my fingers into his crack. I breathed heavily by hisear, knowing the shiver that it’d elicit, and circled my fingers around his hole with the shower gel before washing him clean. I set the bottle down at his feet before kneeling on the tile and spreading him wide open.

I’d had this done to me before, but I’d never felt close enough to anyone to do something so intimate tothem.There was always a first time, however, and I figured that all the gay porn I’d watched over the years might just have served more purpose than it’d been given credit for. I stared at his beautiful hole and leaned in, licking over it. He immediately groaned and widened his legs, and I was reassured somehow the soft thump I heard against the tile wall was his forehead. I grinned for just a second and then licked over his little hole again, loving the way he clenched around it as I slid my tongue inside. He groaned again and I admit, the sound of it went straight to my cock, especially when I realized he’d taken himself in hand and was stroking his own rigid dick.

I spent several minutes sucking and licking his ass, giving him quite a thorough rim job before snatching up the bottle of lube and using the slick to work my fingers inside him, one at a time until he was taking three easily. His moans had turned to groans which had turned to begging and by the time I stood up, my knees were stamped with indentations from the tile, and he was more than ready for me. I grabbed the condom wrapper and opened it, rolling it on, and coating my length with lube. I knew it wouldn’t take much to slide into him since he was already open just from my fingers, but I wanted us to come together. I knew he was more than ready for me if he was feeling anything close to the way I was, leaking from just having my mouth on him.

“Ready, Sunshine?” I asked, breathless.

“Yesss,” he hissed, nodding.

I pressed into him, slipping the head of my dick into him as he braced himself against the tile. As I slid farther inside, his body gripped me like a tight fist. It was hard to imagine anything hotter than fucking him like this with water sluicing down over our bodies from the waterfall showerhead above. The warmth and steam from the closed room just added to the overall sexiness of our environment. I pulled out and then rammed back in, dragging a deep, guttural groan out of him. I did it again and this time he pushed back against me.

“Jesus, Miguel,” he said. “Just like that…you’re not going to hurt me.”

I leaned in and whispered in his ear, “You like it hard, don’t you, Raven?” I asked, even as I slammed into him again.

“Yes!”

Left free to do what we both wanted, I took him right there against the tile. I pounded into him hard, slamming in and out of his hot body which welcomed me, knowing that we were totally alone here, in our own world to explore our deepest desires. I reached around him and pinched his nipples as I fucked him hard, pulling gasps out of him, even as I used my fingers to pinch him until he whimpered. The way he submitted to me was the hottest thing of all, bracing himself against the wall as if he wanted nothing else…to be fucked hard standing up, which was hotter than anything I could have imagined.

I knew he was close as my body began its own slow rise to climax. He reached for his cock and began stroking, and I grabbed him, one hand on his chest, the other on his hip, holding on, determined to fuck him through it. “That’s it, Sunshine,” I grunted in his ear. “Jack yourself off and let me feel you clamp down on me.”

He nodded, and I fucked into him harder as he stroked himself off, panting against the wall. With every pump of his fist, he came closer…with every thrust into him, I did. The long, slow rise to climax ended abruptly as he cried out, emptying his balls against the shower wall. The way his ass clamped down on my dick as he came was like he’d pulled a trigger in me, and I cried out his name as I shot spunk into the condom buried deep in his body. My own body shuddered as if being struck with the force of an electric shock.

Coming inside Raven was the most incredible feeling I’d ever experienced and by the time we both stopped moving, I felt like a limp dishrag. I know he did, because he slumped against the wall, heaving in great gasps of air as relentless streams of water continued to pound down on us. I pulled out, holding the base of the condom, then dropped it onto the floor of the shower. I gently spun him around and kissed him until my heart stopped racing and he quieted in my arms.

RAVEN

Miguel and I dried off and he made me lie on the bed to change the bandages after our shower…after he’d fucked mebonelessin the shower. I was only too happy to have him do the work it took to tend to the task since the muscles in my thighs were still rippling from the effort it had taken to stand while he fucked me. As he checked the wounds, he marveled at how well they’d closed, applying another coating of antibiotic ointment before covering them up with gauze and sticky Tegaderm. I lay there reflecting on how perfectly we fit together.

I languidly stroked his thick hair, loving how silky it felt in my fingers as he knelt at the side of my bed and bandaged me. I couldn’t imagine how blessed I felt to have found such a good,brave, passionate man. I still marveled at how showing him such a small thing as love had broken through the thick shell he’d built up to protect himself during the long, lonely years he’d spent in darkness.

Because itwaslove filling my heart. I could only hope he felt it too.

He took my hand and pulled me up to a sitting position before he sat back on his heels. The worry in the tiny lines on his heavily stubbled cheeks took me off guard. Miguel had a way of doing that. Our eyes met for a moment before he ducked his head, but I reached out and lifted his chin with one finger. “What is it?”

The concern in his brown eyes was clear. “I guess I went a little hard at you in there.”

I blew out a relieved breath and smiled at him. “Baby…Miguel…I asked for it. You can’t blame yourself for something I wanted.”

He stood, the towel around his waist at eye level as I looked up. He lifted his hand and ran his fingers through his hair in the nervous gesture I’d come to love. “But you’re hurt, Raven. I just can’t seem to control myself, even when I know I should, because every time I see you, all I want to do is kiss you and that inevitably turns to wanting to do what I did and—”

I scrambled off the bed, standing before him as I covered his mouth with my hand to shut him up, immediately replacing it with my lips and wrapping my arms around him. He kissed me back passionately, and little by little, I felt the tension leave his body. When I thought he’d gotten the message, I broke the kiss. “Knock it off.”