Page 38 of All That Remains
"I wanna kiss you..." he nuzzled my nape. "Againand againand again…" he murmured, dropping feathery pecks onto my neck.
"Why?" I quavered.
"Because you'reyou." His tone admonished me for even questioning. "You're mad gorgeous, Rafe. It’s fucking weird, and I can't take it anymore. I’ve never met a bloke as gorgeous as you are. I've wanted to tell you for so long.I’ve wanted you longer than I can remember.Allof you. You're so fuckin’ soft andwarm." He squeezed my belly from behind and I winced. "I just wanna kiss you...all over.Put my tongue everywhere. Make you feel good.Please..."
The heat of his breath on the back of my neck, the returning pressure of his lips—it all felt so good my eyes rolled into the back of my skull. I was glad he couldn't see them.
"That okay?" he insisted.
I nodded.
With my surrender, he pulled me around and set his mouth to mine for the second time that night. Fully, hungrily. With the first brush of his tongue, I lost it, whimpering unchecked. Everything shifted. I no longer felt those sensations whirling around my belly. They were elsewhere now. Lower and deeper and morepersistent. The sort of things I’d only experienced with females, and I was usually the one in control. The one doing the taunting. Now the tables had turned, and I was squirming beneath the sheets at his mercy, intertwining our legs, desperate for more.
I was consumed by the taste and smell of him. Totally bizarre. Totally male. Totallyhim. His hair smelled sweet. His tongue was slippery and silky. I couldn't imagine him tasting any differently. I relished the heat of his mouth, the hint of toothpaste. He moaned down my throat, deepening the kiss and letting his tongue probe. Anxious for me to return his zeal.
Everything he did was so erotic that I lost my composure, shuddering at the flick of his tongue as it tortured mine. He broke the kiss and we gasped—lips trembling. There were no words. None adequate. I just lay there watching the ceiling, gulping lungfuls ofRome-infused air. Pulsating between my thighs like a virgin. There was a tingling, a hardening in my briefs. I was extremely embarrassed for him to see me erect, so I snaked a hand beneath the sheet to hide it. Turned my face aside, longing for sleep.
I was torn over why I was enjoying the things happening to my body, particularly when a male elicited them. I wanted to feel disturbed but couldn't. Then I was disturbed by the fact that Iwasn'tdisturbed. Was this something I’d wanted all along? Had I always been into guys? What the fuck were we even doing? This wasRoman, not my girlfriend. Not any of the other nondescript females I'd met since becoming famous. It was my bandmate, my brother. Adude. And since when was I so giddy and submissive?
I touched a few fingertips to my lips and teared up in frustration. He moved around behind me, but I was too on edge to communicate. I was sure he was dozing by now. None of this stuff affected him the way it affected me. He coulddoandforget. Come morning, he'd regret nothing because this shit didn't matter to him. I coulddo but could notforget. I fixated over every tiny thing, reliving the moments again and again and again, even if they’d just transpired. Even if he was still lying there beside me.
Suddenly he crawled across me, forcing me to make room for him on my side of the bed. I scooted backwards to where he’d been laying, quaking and upset. I was in nothing but my briefs. It was freezing now that he’d stopped touching me.
"Hey," he whispered, sensing I wasn't ok.
"Hey…" I croaked, looking him in the eye. His face was lit by the milky rays that suffused the room. We’d left the drapes open since he didn't like to sleep in total darkness.
"You okay?" he asked, stroking tendrils from my forehead. It was so tender I felt unworthy. I only shrugged.
"You cold?"
I nodded.
Right away he took the T-shirt off his back and helped me put it on.
"Better?" I nodded again.
He pulled me over onto his chest and I settled between his legs, lying flush against his abdomen. His fingers were in my hair, stroking my scalp and creating shockwaves that rippled to the tips of my toes. Since I was semi-hard, I couldn't just lay against him and not meditate on the intimacy we were experiencing. I was now his,withholding nothing. No more subterfuge. No more furtive curiosity. Time to act. I didn't care what others might’ve thought. I could sense he was equallyaroused,pressing full-on into my belly like a knot—allof him stormingallof me.
Somewhere between here and the cellar, we were disinhibited. I lunged up, kissinghimfor the first time. He sounded bestial. His groans filling the room, orgasmic and unembarrassed. I heard our lips meet and part, the incessant onrush of our breath, and finally our tongues as they roamed one another.
I broke the kiss and pressed my lips to his cheek, then around to his ear. It was scorching hot and clean, respondingto the stroke of my tongue and making him grind up into me. I whispered fevered, unintelligible things—things I'd never said to anyone before. I asked him to marry me. I asked him tofuckme.
His hands snaked up the back of my shirt, then down into my underwear. He caressed my bare ass for the first time, grabbing fistfuls of my flesh and spreading me apart. Stroking my opening with impatient fingertips. I gasped against his mouth, unsure of what to do next.
"You'resowarm..." he breathed, dragging his fingers around my clenching hole.
In a flash he had flipped me onto my back, staring me in the eyes so intently I was afraid to blink. Then he snaked a hand up my shirt to tease my nipples, which were rock-hard. I rushed to cover them, because I felt awkward and feminine, but his fingertips stroked them so torturously I nearly jumped from my skin.
When that wasn't enough, he shoved my shirt up my ribs to get at them fully, flicking them with his thumbs before tonguing wildly. I let out a deep moan and he put a hand over my mouth to quiet me. I set a pillow onto my face, envisioning the moist heat of his tongue as it savored my beaded flesh to no end.
Finally, he slipped a hand down the front of my briefs, his lips returning to mine before sweeping along my jaw. He took me into his hands, rigid and throbbing, swiping his thumb along the engorged tip to gather the drip that had formed there. I came explosively; harder than I ever had before. He stroked me through it, massaging my balls and squeezing my length until he was sure I was empty.
Afterwards I lay quivering, legs spread, feeling every nerve-ending in my body stand to attention. I covered my face with my arm, embarrassed that I came so fast. Embarrassed that I soiled his hand in the process. He seemed completely unfazed, cleaning both of us off with a few tissues from the nightstand.
"Hey...you alright?" he murmured, kissing my cheek, continuing to worship my spent flesh. He took it into his hand again, stroking it at his leisure. And even though I felt hypersensitive, I let him play with me for as long as he wanted, becoming acquainted with my every inch.
He kept whispering that I wasperfect. That I had the most gorgeous body he had ever seen. I wondered if he meant in general, or for a boy. Then I felt bad that I hadn't done anything to finish him off. But he was the expert. He lay back beside me, grabbed a bit of lotion from the nightstand drawer and stroked himself. The sounds he made fascinated me, pouring deep from within his chest, abrupt and muffled. There was also the fap of his flesh in the palm of his hand.
