Shane was hot in his hand, licking and sucking at the juncture of Rafa’s neck and shoulder while he caressed Rafa’s back and chest.
“That’s for you, Rafa,” Shane muttered. “Want to fuck you every way there is. Want you in my bed. Want to make you come. Do you want to come for me?”
“Yes, yes.” Rafa was whimpering, but he couldn’t help himself. “Please.”
With sure hands, Shane urged Rafa’s hips closer. It took a couple of tries before they were lined up right, and Rafa cried out as Shane took both their cocks in his big hand, stroking them together.
Rafa was leaking, and Shane used it to slick the way, both of them moaning softly. Rafa rocked his hips, getting into the right rhythm as he slid his hands under Shane’s shirt and onto his shoulders beneath the holster, holding on
It was almost like they were floating in outer space—nothing else left in the universe except for the two of them. It was all touch and taste and sound, and he kissed Shane messily before he could only pant, their warm breath gusting.
Shane’s other hand dipped down the back of Rafa’s briefs and into his crease. “Have you ever been touched here?”
“No,” he gasped. “Not by someone else. Want it to be you.”
The low pull of Shane’s gravelly voice pinged down Rafa’s spine. “Bet you’re so tight, aren’t you?” He circled a finger around Rafa’s hole. “Do you ever fuck yourself?”
“Uh-huh. My fingers.”
“How many?” Shane inched the tip of his finger inside.
The rough push had Rafa gasping. “Two, usually. Want more.” Rafa’s dick was on fire, and his balls were ready to explode. He wanted it to last, but the need to come burned through every pore as Shane worked their cocks together.
“Bet you’d spread yourself for me, wouldn’t you? So beautiful. And I’d lick you open until you begged for my cock.”
Groaning, Rafa thrust desperately. “Yes. God, Shane. Want that. Want you.” He thinks I’m beautiful.
“Still want to eat my cum?”
Crying out, Rafa spurted, the orgasm tearing through him so hard he swore he saw stars in the blackness of the cave. He shuddered as the pleasure split him open, and when Shane clapped his hand over Rafa’s mouth, it sent another wave pulsing through him.
“That’s it.” Shane was still pumping their cocks, and Rafa reached down and pried Shane’s hand free, wanting to be the one who took him over the edge. He lifted Shane’s sticky hand to his mouth, sucking his fingers one by one, swallowing the familiar bitter flavor.
Shane groaned. “You like that? Like the taste of your own spunk?”
Suddenly Rafa was embarrassed, his ears going hot. He released Shane’s middle finger from his mouth. “It’s weird, right?”
“No.” Shane grabbed Rafa’s face in his hands and kissed him hard, licking into his mouth. “It’s hot,” he murmured against Rafa’s mouth. “Come on. Finish the job.” He lifted his hand to Rafa’s lips, sliding the next finger inside. “That’s it.”
Rafa licked and sucked, and when he was done, he inched back and wrapped his hand around Shane’s shaft, giving himself a little more room to work as he stroked. Shane rubbed his hands up and down Rafa’s thighs. Rafa wished he could take off his pants and they could be naked, but that would have to be another time.
Because there will be another time. Has to be.
“I can’t wait to be in your bed,” he murmured. “Can’t wait for you to fuck me. Lick me open, like you said. And I’ll do it to you. Lick your ass. Suck your cock. God, I want to suck your cock, Shane. Want to swallow your cum.”
Shane’s groan ended on a sharp intake of breath as Rafa scooted his ass back and bent over, blindly guiding Shane’s cock to his mouth. Holding the base of the shaft, Rafa sucked on the head.
It tasted musky and salty—so much like what he’d imagined sex would be. It was sweaty and dirty and made him feel like an animal in the best possible way. Shane’s cock was cut, and Rafa loved that it was different from his own. It made it even more real that this was actually happening. He licked around the tip before taking him in.
Shane throbbed in his mouth, hard and straining, and Rafa couldn’t remember any of the tips and tricks he’d read about online on Ashleigh’s laptop, but as he slurped and licked Shane’s dick, Shane didn’t seem to mind that Rafa didn’t know what he was doing. Shane’s hands threaded into Rafa’s hair, not pushing or prodding, but just touching him—grounding him in the blackness.
The little gasps Shane made sent shivers through Rafa. He was doing that—he was making Shane feel good. The sensation of power swept through him, giving him confidence to take Shane deeper. His nostrils flared as he tried to breathe, spit dripping from the sides of his mouth as he sucked, the wet, smacking noises loud in the darkness.