Page 47 of Endlessly Raphael
I tickle his balls with my nose pressed all the way to his pubic bone. He trims his hair but it’s still there, soft against my lips.
He bucks wildly beneath me, fucking my throat with as much leeway as I’ll give him. I love how enthusiastic he is. I adore giving him pleasure. It could become an addiction.
“Fuck,” he moans. “Fuck, fuck. Oh god. Raph… Gonna come. Fuck.”
I pop off him, drawing a loud groan of complaint from him, but I shut him up quickly enough by moving down and dragging my tongue over his delicious hole.
“Oh fuuuuck,” he whimpers. “All the sinners and saints.”
I snicker, indulging in his unique taste and tender skin. I might be able to live between his supple thighs. I slide a finger inside him before moving back to his cock to continue gorging on his flesh.
My gums throb with the need to bite, to flood my senses with his essence, but in the light of the day, I hold back. The next time I bite can only happen if he truly knows what he’s dealing with. It’s the right thing to do, no matter how difficult it is.
“Gonna come,” he cries. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I swallow around his cock and that seems to do the trick. His back arches off the couch, his hand still tangled in my hair and pulling hard enough to harm a mortal. Hot, thick cum floods my mouth and I sink into him, drinking down every drop. It’s not blood, but it’s almost as good.
He flinches moments later, so I let him slip from my mouth and lay my head on his belly. All I can hear is Haven—his breathing, his heart beating wildly, his blood rushing through his veins.
We lie silently for several minutes, just basking in the afterglow until Haven massages my scalp where he tugged. The gesture is beyond sweet.
“What about you?”
“Your pleasure is mine, Haven. I’m more than satisfied.”
“Are you even real, Rapha? Do men like you actually exist?”
“I exist.”
Haven chuckles. “I think the matrix glitched and dropped me into a new dimension where men are perfect and endlessly romantic, can fuck like gods, and still be cool to hang out with. In the real world, you only get one.”
“One what?”
“One good trait. If a guy can fuck, then he’s either an asshole or a total dud personality wise. If he’s romantic and swoony, then he can’t fuck. If he’s fun to hang out with, there’s no chemistry. You only get one.”
“I suppose I could say the same. You have me captivated, Haven. I can’t deny my attraction to you in more ways than physical.”
He smiles as his cheeks bloom pink. “Maybe…” He shakes his head, brushing hair away from his forehead. “I should shut up.”
“No. Don’t hold back with me. Ever.”
His smile fades, but he nods. “I was gonna say maybe we both got lucky. I said earlier that maybe it was fate, but I don’t really believe in fate. At least, I didn’t. Pretty hard when life is butt fucking you left and right without lube.”
“Yeah.”
“But then Gedo comes through with the will and I meet you and you’re just… so incredible. I kinda want to believe that meeting you was meant to be somehow. Maybe I don’t have to worry about falling in love or fucking things up. If it’s meant to be, it’ll work out. That’s what people say, right?”
“Right.”
“I have this secret,” Haven continues. “I’ve never told anyone. Not a single soul alive.”
I remain quiet, waiting for more.
“I’m not gonna tell you yet, but I want to want to. If that makes sense. I want to feel so safe with you that I can say it out loud and know that you won’t run away.”
I put my hand over his heart and nod.
“And it’s not that I don’t think that now, but the part of me where that secret lives doesn’t. If I ever tell you…” He pauses and his eyes well with tears.