Page 18 of Endlessly Raphael
“I don’t say things I don’t mean, Haven. Maybe our marriage won’t be authentic, but I assure you, my desire for you is.” I rub my aching cock against his leg to make my point.
Haven moans, nodding at me. “Okay, you convinced me. Can I suck you now?”
“Fuck yeah.”
Haven squeezes out from under me and then pushes me onto my back. He’s nothing but spectacular as he licks his lips and settles between my legs, peeling the jumpsuit the rest of the way off. When he wraps his hand around my erection, a whole-body shiver moves through me as if his touch is electric. Something about this man is so different from my usual hookups.
With a big grin on his face, he licks a stripe up my shaft before swallowing my entire length down his throat. My eyes go wide. What a feat.
“Like, zero gag reflex,” Haven says as he releases me, stroking me in his hand. “Fuck, your dick is addictive.”
He returns to his sucking and licking, stroking me, and occasionally massaging my balls. The man knows what he’s doing. I want to close my eyes and sink into the feeling, but I literally can’t take my eyes off of him.
So many times it felt like the men I’ve been with were just doing it as part of the sex act, but Haven, he enjoys sucking cock. At least, he enjoys mine.
While he works me over, he rubs his chest up and down on my legs, so I reach down and squeeze his nipples, drawing a long moan of pleasure from his lips.
“More,” he mumbles around my cock.
I tweak them some more, and as he pushes me too close to the edge, I manage to shove him back and focus on worshipping his body. I indulge myself in his scent, rubbing any part of me I can on him like an animal in a heat rut, but I don’t care how shameless I am. He’s too delicious for anything less.
With his nipple in my mouth, I gently nibble it, gazing up at him as he bites his bottom lip. I move my hand down his torso to his cock, reaching into pink lacy panties and rubbing my thumb over his sticky slit.
“Fuuuuuck,” Haven whispers. “How are you so good at this?”
I snicker, but return my attention to his body, almost overcome by how much I want to consume him. I want all of him surrounding me at all times. I could keep him here, locked in my urban palace and away from anyone who would ever mistreat him. All to myself, endlessly indulging in his flesh, his cum, and gods, someday his blood. Would he let me have a little taste?
He hisses and I realize I grazed his skin with my fangs. Before I can even apologize, his face lights up. “Ooh, a biter. I’m down.”
“What?”
“You like to bite? Go ahead. I can handle it.”
Chuckling, I shake my head and force myself away from his chest. “Not the way I bite, my beautiful lover.”
Haven raises an eyebrow. “Really? What? Are you, like, into blood play or something?”
“Or something.”
Haven grips my arm and pulls himself up, hooking a hand behind my neck. “Do it. Bite me. Do whatever you want to me, Raphael. I like experiencing new things, and I definitely like it rough.”
His offer is beyond tempting, but he has no idea what he’s asking me for. I lift his hand and kiss his palm. “I want to be inside you again.”
“Yeah. I want that too.” He leans in and nips my bottom lip. “I can bite too, handsome.”
“Are you always so reckless, Haven? You hardly know me, yet you tempt me to do things to you far beyond the norm.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” he says, dragging his hand down my chest. “Just the opposite, actually. I don’t know what it is, but you calm me inside.” He chuckles. “Weird, right?”
“A little, yeah.”
He shrugs, wiggling around to get his panties off. “You’re not gonna kill me, right? I highly doubt you’re a serial killer who offers to marry strangers as a favor, not to mention all the people on the other side of the door.”
Little does he know…
“I would never harm you. Not intentionally.”
Haven’s eyes sparkle with danger as he climbs onto my lap. “But accidentally?” he practically purrs as he brushes our lips together. “I could use a little excitement in my life.”