Page 23 of Taste of Love


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“Little One, you need to study.”

“I also need to eat,” I joke as I stare at his length now throbbing in my hands. I wrap my fingers around it, leaning down to lick the tip, Raphael bucking up into my mouth. “Patience is a virtue, Raphael,” I whisper as I lick the tip again, enjoying the way Raphael’s breaths start to come in small pants, the man laying his work down on the edge of the couch before one of his hands sift into my hair and the other moves to cup my ass.

“Don’t start a game you can’t finish, little one.”

I know what I’m doing, though. I needed a break from studying and his cock was just here, calling out to me. Besides, in another few seconds, Raphael will take charge and fuck my throat, completely owning my pleasure. Just as I thought, Raphael’s hand in my hair tightens, halting my movement. I freeze, wandering where he’ll take this as he drags my pants down with his other hand, just past my ass so that my legs are pressed together. I try to maneuver my pants lower, wriggling on his lap, but without success. In this position, the waistband hovers just over my cock, the tip rubbing against the fabric.

Any more friction and I’m going to come in pants.

“You want this, little one? Give me your word or I’ll leave you here and finish myself off in the goddamn bathroom.”

That is a horrendous thought. “Yes, I want this!” My voice squeaks but I can’t find the energy to be embarrassed. His taste is on my tongue but with the way he’s holding my head, I can’t lick him again. So, I squeeze his cock instead, Raphael thrusting up into my open mouth.

“You know your safe word, little one. Use it.” That’s all the warning I get before he pulls his hand from the curve of my ass and spits into it. “What is it, little one? Tell me your safe word before we start because I will fuck your throat and fuck your ass with my fingers until you’re screaming around my cock and swallowing every last drop.”

“Red or taps.” And just to edge him on a little more, I add, “Sir.”

Raphael growls at that as he roughly spreads my cheeks and starts rimming my hole before thrusting up into my waiting mouth. I groan around his cock, greedily licking and sucking every time he drives himself a little deeper down my throat. My eyes flutter closed as those fingers slip into my ass, the bite of pain everything I need. My head slips forward just a little with the give on my hair, Raphael’s cock nearly hit the back of my throat. I gag but suck him in farther, loving the way he’s completely overwhelming me with his presence.

He fucks my throat and my ass as I lie there, letting him use me until I’m trying to brace myself on his thigh to let him know I’m about to come. His name comes out as a garble as I wriggle on the couch, the familiar tingles racing through me. Raphael slows his pace, three fingers stuffed into my ass. “Do you need me to stop, little one?”

“Gonna cum,” I say, his cock muffling my words.

“Good. Me too. Swallow me down, little one. Every last drop.” His voice drops as he pumps into my mouth one last time, his fingers scratching that one spot before we come together. His release spills down my throat as my cock unloads in my pants. I suck on Raphael as I continue swallowing him down until I slide off his lap onto the floor, trying to catch my breath. Staring down at the wet spot on my pants, I groan and then huff out a sigh.

My ass is still uncovered, this position slightly uncomfortable but I couldn’t be happier with watching Raphael lose his control.

“Come here, little one. I want to taste myself on your lips.” One of his hands slips around the back of my neck and pulls me upward, my hands bracing on his spread knees. He kisses me slow and sensually, running his tongue along the seam of my lips before thrusting it into my mouth. I need more of him already. Raphael pulls away too soon, chuckling at the dazed expression plastered on my face. “Go get ready for bed. I’ll be up in a minute. No, I know that look. Both of us have long days tomorrow and then you promised me a date on the wharf.”

“I did do that.” I grin up at him and then scramble to my feet, righting my clothes and then groaning when I feel the wet spot again. Raphael bursts out laughing as I start waddling up the stairs, only laughing harder when I throw him a middle finger. Tomorrow, I know exactly what spot I’m taking him to on the wharf.

Raphael might think this is funny but it won’t be so funny when I take him to my favorite restaurant. I know a lot of things about this man, including that he doesn’t do spicy foods.

Just you wait, Raphael. Just you wait.

Chapter 18

RAPHAEL

The little ball of sunshine that is Atlas has been the highlight of my day. The strange little texts and tidbits of information that Atlas sends over during the day make me smile. His anxiety hasn’t hit the same highs that it used to and I miss the little outbursts but am glad that he feels comfortable with me at his side. Karla has asked me more than once what I’m chuckling about and showing her only has her giggling with me. The past few days have been the happiest of my life. And today, knowing that we’ll finally have our first real date outside of this building has a wild smile pressed on my lips.

We haven’t discussed where we go from here but I hope that he’ll be open to moving in, not because I want to overwhelm him but because I want him safe and healthy. It’s the least I can do and if he wants to pay rent, I won’t stop him. But that money will be saved for a rainy day for the two of us. I want Atlas to enjoy the life ahead of him and while I respect his need to struggle, sometimes a little relief is a good thing.

He wouldn’t let me buy him a new car and I understand why. Money truly would cheapen the hard work he had done to get to that point. However, I hope Atlas will at least enjoy the small surprise that I have for him today when I pick him up this afternoon. There’s mere minutes left in the day and I have been waiting to call or text my boyfriend. I didn’t want to disturb his concentration but he should have finished by now.

Unable to help myself, I pull out my phone.

Finished?

Stop rushing me. ^^

I snort at the stupid emoji he attaches.

You didn’t answer the question.

Because I’m not done.

Stop being a brat, little one.

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