Page 7 of Endlessly Raphael
“Not at all, but I’m a good judge of character too.”
“Or just horny.”
I laugh softly, pushing the door open for Haven. The night air is brisk, teasing the onset of winter soon, and I notice his shiver as he moves slightly closer to me. The valet sees me and hurries off to get my car without requiring a single word from me. We’re so prevalent in New Onyx’s nightlife that we’ve become well known and slightly feared—exactly the way we want it.
While we wait, I glance at the stunning man beside me, filled with curiosity. What brought him to the club tonight seeking a hookup? Where does he live? What is his story?
The valet pulls up with my very basic black sedan. Unlike my brothers, I prefer a less audacious experience, choosing to spend my money on experiences over things.
Haven takes in the car with a neutral expression as he slips inside. I consider taking him to my place, but he’s looking for an adventure, and thanks to Thorn, I know just the place.
I take off into the night while Haven plays with my stereo, pausing on a hip-hop station. Just a few miles down the road, I pull off into what used to be a parking lot but is now nothing but weeds and cracked pavement. There’s a streetlamp close enough to provide just a touch of light, and as I cut the engine, Haven grins.
“Perfect,” he purrs.
TWO
Haven
He shoots. He scores.
I can’t believe I found this hottie the second I stepped into the club tonight. He looks more than able to meet my needs for the night, and if his car is any indication, he might serve a higher purpose.
I step out of the car, doing a little shimmy to tempt Raphael to join me. Gah, what a perfect name for a man who looks like he was made for romance. Too bad that’s not what I’m looking for. I just want my hole wrecked and my mind quieted for a few minutes.
Raphael is quick to join me, grabbing my wrist and pulling me up against his chest. He’s much taller than me, thanks be to the gay gods, and with his thick, wavy brown hair, sweet face, and a body that could make a grown man cry, I gotta admit, he’s got me under his spell.
“What do you want me to do to you?” he asks, swaying our bodies to music that isn’t playing.
“Kiss me?”
With a sexy smirk, he lowers his head, pressing our lips together. The kiss goes from chaste to explosive within seconds, and as he pushes me up against the hood of his car, I shamelessly grind against him, hoping for a preview of what he’s packing.
When his hard and supremely thick cock pushes into my thigh, I let out a tiny moan. Damn, I really am good at this. He looked like sex on a stick, and based on what he’s working with, I’m in for a good time. Hopefully he knows how to use it.
Time to find out. I break from the kiss and slide to my knees, unbuckling his jeans and tugging them down. He’s wearing tight black bikini-style briefs, so I lean in and drag my tongue over the fabric, inhaling his scent.
His cock twitches against my lips as he slides his hands into my hair, twisting just enough to make me feel it. When I shift my gaze up to his face, he’s watching me with hooded eyes and parted lips. Fuck, this man is gorgeous.
I tug his briefs down, unleashing literally the biggest dick I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. I giggle, nearly bouncing on my knees, but the hard ground keeps me from going too wild. Raphael keeps his eyes glued to my face as I flick my tongue out to tease the head of his cock, already sticky with precum.
Oh fuck, he tastes good. Like, unnaturally good. Precum is supposed to be salty, but not his. It’s mild and almost sweet. I lap at his slit, in awe. A slight smile pulls at his lips. He knows he’s a fucking god among men. Well so am I, my friend.
To prove my point, I stop teasing and go all in, sucking his length down my throat. His eyes go wide and he moans. The sound is gorgeous. Yep, I live for sucking dick. Sometimes it’s enough for me to suck someone off and go about my business, but not tonight. I need to be filled, and Raphael has the dick to do it.
After letting me choke on his cock for several minutes, Raphael tugs my hair, pulling my head back. Spit and precum drip down my chin, and he leans down to give me another hard kiss. Without words, he pulls me up and twists me around so my chest is pressed to the hood of his car.
He tugs my too-tight leather pants down with ease and wastes no time burying his face between my legs. Fuck, he gets right to business, doesn’t he? Raphael licks and fingers my hole like it’s his job, loosening me up for what I’m sure is going to be epic sex. With his free hand, he reaches around and strokes my aching cock and balls, teasing me to the edge before letting me fall back.
Shamelessly, I grind my ass against his talented tongue, nearly delirious already. I ain’t too proud to beg, either, and if he doesn’t get that dick inside of me soon, I’m about to go there.
As if he can read my thoughts, he moves up my body, kissing and sucking the flesh along the backs of my thighs and up to my back, rubbing his cock into my crease. My hole clenches and flutters with need, and I honestly can’t remember a time when I’ve wanted to be fucked so badly by someone.
“I don’t have condoms,” he whispers. “But I can assure you, I’m negative and very safe.”
I tense for a second. I’ve never had sex without a condom, but my testing is on point and I’m on PrEP. I mean, that’s kind of the point of it, right?
“But I don’t have to penetrate you if that’s not what you want,” Raphael adds.