Love in the Land of Fire, Brochu, Rebecca [best free novels .txt] 📗

wondering if Rafe for all of his intelligence will really understand what he’s insinuating. He doesn’t actually give him a chance to respond, just surges forward and takes Rafe’s mouth in another scorching kiss now that he officially has the right.

His tongue plunges deep, tracing its way across Rafe’s teeth and tangling their tongues together until the taste of Rafe threatens to overwhelm his senses. His hands are drawn almost magnetically to Rafe, his desire to touch and learn every inch of the submissive overtaking him. One hand finds its now familiar place tangled in Rafe’s thick locks as he props himself up on his elbow above the man’s prone form, while the other trails down over the sleek lines of his collarbone to pluck teasingly at one of his already beaded nipples.

Rafe groans into the kiss, his body surging upwards against the weight of Josiah’s own heavily muscled 3frame. Josiah urges him back down by softly stroking the taunt lines of his abdomen and then ramps him back up by tracing the lines of his muscles with his nails, leaving thin pink lines behind from the pressure. His mouth continues to plunder Rafe’s for a moment before he rips it away only to latch it onto what is fast becoming his favorite spot on Rafe’s neck. He sucks at the ever darkening bruise just below the submissive’s ear, worrying it with teeth and tongue, and growls low in his throat, pleased with the hard edged groan the action rips from Rafe’s throat.

Finally when the bruise is dark enough to satisfy him for the moment he trails his mouth down over those enticing collarbones to latch onto the nipple his fingers aren’t currently torturing. He stays there for a moment, nipping at the bud with his teeth and then lapping at it with his tongue to soothe the sting while Rafe groans lowly beneath him. Finally though his attention is drawn elsewhere, to the feel of Rafe’s cock pressing against his bare stomach through the thin fabric of his shorts.

He presses down for the thrill of hearing Rafe moan at the pressure against his arousal but his own desire, his own need to touch and taste, won’t allow him to tease for too long. So he makes his way down, tongue and lips tracing all of the exposed skin he comes across, savoring the slight almond flavor that comes from the edible oil Rafe’d used earlier. He pulls back, ignoring the way that Rafe strains towards him and grabs one of the man’s wrists in each of his hands. Gently he presses his hands palms down against the smooth surface of the table, telling him with a look to keep them there before he releases him and dips back down.

He pauses over the fabric straining to contain Rafe’s cock and lets the anticipation build for as long as he can stand. He presses the palm of one hand against the flat planes of Rafe’s stomach, savors the rhythmic clenching of his muscles for a moment as the other hand begins to work the tight shorts off of the submissive’s hips. He’s helpless to resist the dips and valleys the tight material bares at it slowly inches its way off. His tongue flicks out to trace the cut of Rafe’s hips, the thin line of dark hair that’s just been exposed, and to dip down inside the shorts, flirting with the still concealed crease of his thigh.

The scrap of black fabric pools at Rafe’s ankles and falls whisper quiet to the floor. The sight of the younger man’s newly bared cock entrances Josiah. He’s hard, his cock straining upwards towards his belly; the head flushed a dark shade of crimson and already drooling pre-cum even though Josiah hasn’t even really touched him yet.

“Oh you do want this, don’t you? Such a needy, wanton thing you are. I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re aching for it already.”

Josiah’s voice is husky, his tone dark and smugly pleased, and Rafe reacts to the sound of it beautifully, his cock jerking in desire and his neck arching back even as his hands remain perfectly in place. Josiah trails the fingers of his free hand back up the tense muscles of Rafe’s thigh until he can bury them in the crisp curls at his base. He runs them teasingly up the smooth skin of Rafe’s hard shaft, fingernails lightly scoring the velvety flesh there, causing light hisses to escape the man below him.

He takes his time exploring, circling the head with curious fingers, spreading the pre-cum that’s gathered there with the pad of his thumb before backing off to rub it lightly with the palm of his hand. His need to possess is satiated for the moment by the feel of Rafe’s velvety skin beneath his fingertips. Rafe squirms beneath him, open and honest with his reactions but always careful to keep his own hands in place. Josiah rewards him by finally wrapping his large hand completely around him, the thin layer of pre-cum that coats his palm easing the way.

He strokes him firmly, twisting his wrist on the upstroke, setting a rhythm that has Rafe arching and squirming even worse than before. The whole time he whispers praise to the submissive in the dark husky voice that he knows affects him.

4“So beautiful. Look at you. So perfect and responsive. Anyone would want you but they can’t have you.

Not now. You’re mine, Rafe. Mine. Mine. Mine.”

Rafe’s cock jerks in his hand and Josiah knows he’s close to coming, can tell by the way he’s getting harder, swelling in his grasp as his orgasm builds.

“Not yet, precious. Not yet. You’ll come when I say, Rafe, and not a moment before.”

Rafe whines at him, a plea in the high pitched tone, but Josiah chuckles darkly and continues to work