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

him for a minute before he finally takes pity on him. He grips the base of Rafe’s cock with the circle of his fingers and squeezes tightly for a second, knowing that the pain and pressure will help stave off his orgasm. Rafe gasps and twitches and Josiah gives him a second to recover before he swoops down and takes his cock deep into his mouth in a single go.

He sucks hard, takes Rafe as deep as he can go and swallows. He enjoys the way the body beneath his arches upwards in a deep bow at the feel of his throat muscles working around Rafe’s cock. He varies the rhythm and pressure, goes fast and light and then slow and hard to keep Rafe from getting used to anything, to keep him undone and give him no chance to gather his composure.

Josiah pulls back for a second to sweep the glistening expanse of Rafe’s body with a searing look. He’s flushed, green eyes heavy lidded and dark with desire, and it hits Josiah with the force of a blow that he’s never seen something so beautiful, so captivating. Suddenly the need for reassurance rails through him.

Josiah needs to know, to hear out loud once again, that Rafe wants this just as much as he does.

“Beg me. If you want it beg for it.”

Rafe doesn’t miss a beat and in the next second he is practically mewling, begging Josiah in that beautiful husky voice of his to give him what he wants. Josiah feels his own cock give a hard twitch, pleasure flooding through him unexpectedly at seeing Rafe comply with his demands as if he’d been made for them. Josiah wastes no time. He bends back down and takes Rafe’s cock back into his mouth, running his tongue along the shaft and swallowing around the head.

Rafe cries out again, the sound cutting through his steady stream of begging and pleading for more, and Josiah smiles as best he can around the submissive’s shaft. He starts working Rafe in earnest, licking, sucking, and swallowing down the younger man’s cock in a steady rhythm that drives him ever closer to the brink. Still he keeps the circle of his fingers tight around Rafe’s base, not willing to end things right yet, wanting to draw out the beauty of Rafe’s pleasure for a while longer.

He plays with him for a bit, swallowing down the slightly bitter pre-cum that’s weeping from Rafe’s slit with a pleased smirk. Finally when Rafe’s voice is hoarse and breaking, when the skin beneath his hands is damp from sweat instead of oil and Rafe’s own fingers are almost clawing at the tabletop, he relents. He pulls back and straightens almost to his full height, raking his gaze over Rafe’s panting form as he slowly relaxes the tight ring of fingers from around the base of the submissive’s cock.

“Come, Rafe. Come now, for me.”

Rafe does. He arches his head back, baring his throat and the glinting silver of his collar to Josiah’s hungry gaze as he comes. He spills himself all over Josiah’s fingertips, coats his hand as he shudders and shakes from the sharpness of his completion. Josiah looks on in fascination until he finishes and slumps back down, panting and breathless against the surface of the table. Josiah raises his cum-covered hand to his mouth and without breaking eye contact with Rafe proceeds to lick it clean, a small grin curling his lips.

When he’s done, when his fingers are pristine and glistening from the wetness of his mouth, he leans down 4and kisses Rafe. He pushes some of the submissive’s own cum into his mouth, sharing with Rafe the taste and texture of his own pleasure for a moment before he breaks the kiss. He looks at him silently for a moment, at the still heaving chest, flushed skin, and hands still perfectly in place and smiles softly.

Rafe shifts like he’s going to try to move or stand, to reach for Josiah or something, but he waves him down and is satisfied when he settles back without a protest. Rafe takes orders perfectly, never second guessing only trusting Josiah to have his best interests at heart. For them to be so in tune right here at the beginning, with all that’s happened and is currently happening, is a miracle and Josiah knows that things will only grow to be better as time passes and they truly learn one another.

Josiah turns and strides into the bathroom, ignoring the way his still rigid cock presses against the material of his pants. This interlude was about Rafe, about rewarding him for the trust he’s placed in Josiah and not about Josiah’s satisfaction. Besides he got so much more out of watching Rafe, out of knowing that he was the cause of his pleasure and seeing him come undone, that his own orgasm was almost forgotten. There will be plenty of time for that kind of satisfaction later. Now is about building trust and showing care.

He comes out with a warm damp cloth and makes his way to Rafe’s side quietly. He swipes the cloth across Rafe’s exposed skin gently, carefully cleaning the sweat, oil and cum from his body. This is important he knows. This aftercare builds trust between a dom and a sub, shows that their relationship is about affection and trust as well as pleasure, that it can be nurturing on top of everything else. So he cleans Rafe gently, takes care when he cleans the sensitive skin of his now soft cock and the creases of his thighs. Rafe watches him the entire time, eyes still half-lidded but mouth curled in an almost confused half smile.

When Josiah’s done he motions for Rafe to stand, steadies him with a hand on his arm and then leads him around the table to sit down