Page 61 of Love at First Rep

Garrett gasped as Rafe’s tongue met the small of his back and traveled up his spine, sending tingles throughout his entire body. “Second, third… Let’s say this someone wants an endless amount of dates. Perhaps, even a lifetime’s worth.”

There was a tug in his heart, pulling him between arousal and comfort. What he wouldn’t give to have a lifetime of dates with this incredible man. He didn’t even care what Rafe might be hiding. Garrett had waited long enough for Rafe to come back into his life, and he wasn’t going to squander this opportunity, no matter how messy their case got.

Happy tears burned his eyes as he said, “A lifetime sounds perfect. You could take me anywhere, Rafe. I’d go anywhere with you.”

Rafe’s tongue met the back of his neck, and he added wet kisses along Garrett’s jaw before dragging his tongue down his spine.

Even though this was one of the most memorable moments of his life, Garrett couldn’t help but worry about Rafe’s comfort.

“Are you okay doing that with the massage oil?”

A huff of breath met Garrett’s back as Rafe answered, “Don’t worry, it’s edible. And I plan on enjoying a snack break.”

Confusion hit Garrett before he figured out he was the snack Rafe meant. Holy fuck.

Rafe’s tongue continued along the path of Garrett’s spine, pausing for kisses along the way until he reached the top of his crease. The pressure of one of Rafe’s fingers trailed down his crease, spreading the oil all the way to his taint. Thumbs spread apart his cheeks as Rafe’s tongue circled his rim. Garrett groaned and buried his head in a pillow as Rafe slid his tongue into his hole.

Lost in the pleasure of Rafe’s sinuous movements, Garrett couldn’t help gyrating against the bed when Rafe added a finger, then a second and a third.

“Do you want to come like this, mi dulzura?” Rafe asked.

Garrett lifted his head off the pillow to answer. “Yes. No!” He moaned as Rafe found that blissful spot inside him. He needed more. “I want you to fuck me, Rafe.”

“Anything for you.”

Rafe’s tongue and fingers slid out of him and left him feeling empty. The bed shifted around him, but he was too delirious to track Rafe’s movements. His heart pumped wildly at the crinkle of foil and a slicking sound before Rafe pushed against his entrance. Garrett groaned as Rafe sank deeper inside him, inch by sweet inch.

Warmth covered him. It took a second to figure out Rafe was covering him with his body. Rafe’s soft breath brushed his ear before his tongue teased at the lobe.

The thrusts started slowly, so damn slowly, and Garrett feared he wouldn’t last long enough to make this good for Rafe.

“God, you’re huge. You’re filling me so good. I-I’m close,” he howled as Rafe increased his strong pace.

“Me too,” Rafe whispered against his ear. “Making you feel good makes me so hot, I’m ready to burst.”

Garrett shouted into his pillow as Rafe drove into him over and over again, both of them barreling toward the finish line. Garrett’s entire body tingled as his cock slid against the towel beneath him, the fibers giving him the friction he needed. It burned slightly but the pleasure overrode everything.

“Rafe, yes, yes, yes!” he cried as he came against the towel, his release warming him and his ass clenching Rafe’s cock, never wanting him to pull it out.

The world whited out until Rafe stiffened against his back and shouted through his own release. Once he finished, he became dead weight on top of Garrett. At least Garrett remembered to turn his head. Otherwise he might have passed out from lack of oxygen from being buried in the pillow.

“Oh my God,” Rafe croaked. “That felt so fucking good.”

Garrett grunted in response. It was all he could manage.

Rafe kissed the side of his neck before climbing off Garrett, making him groan as the chill of the air hit his back. It was so much warmer with Rafe’s body draped over him.

“I’ll be right back. Gonna get something to clean us up.”

Good thing Rafe was on top of things, because Garrett was busy having an out-of-body experience. He’d never enjoyed sex with someone so much, more than he thought possible.

He was semi-aware of running water streaming in the distance, but he didn’t hear Rafe return with a warm, wet cloth. Rafe took his time rubbing Garrett’s back, arms and legs to remove the oil, then rolled him so Rafe could clean his front from the happy ending he delivered. Best massage ever.

The towel was a genius idea, and Garrett felt thankful neither of them would have to worry about a wet spot on the bed.

Rafe threw the soiled cloth in the hamper and made his way back, a smug grin on his face, when the instrumental version of a Backstreet Boys song cut out, replaced by an obnoxious buzzing. Garrett’s weary gaze wandered to the phone display, where someone named Herman O’Cabrón was calling.

“Shit, um, I better take that,” Rafe said as he grabbed his pair of jeans off the floor and slipped them on. He planted a kiss on Garrett’s cheek. “I’ll be right back, okay?”