Rafe groans and squeezes my hipbones, holding me still. I make an effort to relax when I realize I’m gripping his shoulders hard enough to bruise.
“Rafe, Rafe, that’s—I—”
“Good?” he drawls. “Or not good.”
“Good. Yes. Fuck. Please.”
He sinks his teeth into the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder and a jolt of pure lust rocks me.
“Rafe.” I sink my hand into his hair and strain up into his body. “I’m gonna….”
He strokes me fast and brutal, and I almost choke as I come all over his hand and my stomach and chest. Rafe ends up half on top of me, face pressed to my neck.
I start to untangle my fingers from Rafe’s hair and catch my breath. I want to say thank you, but I know it would sound stupid.
He kisses the corner of my mouth, and then he cups my jaw and kisses me for real. I can feel his erection against my hip, and become aware that he’s still fully clothed while my clothes are in total disarray and he’s made me come harder than I’ve ever come in my life.
“You’re—do you—what about you?” I finally choke out around Rafe’s demanding mouth.
“I’m… okay,” he says, easing off the kiss a little. He traces my lips with his fingers, then pulls off me and sits up.
“Come back here.” When he doesn’t move, I sit up, groaning after being mashed into the couch. “You’re so fucking stubborn.” Rafe just watches me through half-lowered eyelids.
I frown and tug gently at his shirt. He lets go of me and puts his arms up, allowing me to strip it off him. He’s fucking beautiful. The thought falls into my head, though I don’t think I’ve ever had it about another person. He’s broader than me: his frame is large and his muscles are rounded. One of my hands comes up and strokes his arm before I’m aware I’ve moved. Rafe sits, gamely letting me touch him.
“Will you?” I gesture to his jeans, and he immediately slides them down his long legs. His thighs and calves are defined and my eyes keep darting down to the bulge in his white briefs.
“Tell me exactly what you want to happen right now. Not what you think should happen. Not what you think I want. Don’t think about it. Just tell me.”
I blink stupidly at him, and he leans in and kisses me. I bring his hair forward so it envelops my face, and twine my fingers through it.
“Mmmm,” he hums. “Tell me.”
I shake my head, not sure what the hell to say, and lean closer to kiss his collarbone.
“Tell me,” he murmurs again. “Please.”
His please sends shivers down my spine.
“I want to watch you jerk off.” Oh god, did I just say that?
Rafe groans. “Fuck. Whatever you want.” He pushes his briefs down his thighs but doesn’t bother taking them all the way off. “Won’t take much.” He shakes his head and presses his thumb to my mouth, distracting me from staring at his dick, which is thick and uncut, straining against his muscled stomach. “Practically came just watching you.” His words are matter-of-fact but his voice is raw, and it fucking gets to me.
He palms his erection and looks at me through lowered lashes. I nod, my mouth dry. Rafe starts to move, slowly at first, like he’s trying to make it last, but he’s looking at me like he’s barely paying attention to what he’s doing. His mouth falls open and he catches his full bottom lip between sharp teeth. His eyes keep darting down to my hand so I reach out to him.
I’m expecting him to pull my hand down between his legs, but he just holds it while he strokes himself with the other, squeezing my hand as he arches into his own. It’s… shit, it’s so hot. Like I’m jerking him off by extension. But then it’s not enough and I lean against his shoulder and reach down, tentatively resting my hand on his erection. Rafe startles.
“Hey, you don’t have to.”
I roll my eyes and shake my head. He releases himself. I move my hand on him and I guess it’s not so mysterious, since I do it to myself, but the feel of him, hot and hard and straining, makes my heart pound and sends a jolt of electricity through me. Rafe squeezes my hand and gulps.
“That feels amazing,” he says, bringing our hands to his mouth and kissing my knuckles. I squeeze him tighter and stroke him hard, twisting my hand a little over his foreskin. He shudders and groans and his head tips back. I press closer to him so I can feel the tremors running through him.
As I move my hand faster, Rafe lets out a string of curses and clamps his free hand down over mine. He strokes both of our hands up and down twice, and then he’s coming with a growl, his muscles rigid, our hands twisted up together.