Love in the Land of Fire by Brochu, Rebecca (spanish books to read .txt) 📕

He pushes in further, the oil easing his passage as he begins the slow work of stretching Rafe. He’s determined to do it properly, will accept nothing less for their first time and doesn’t want it marred by memories of unnecessary pain. The punishment doesn’t count, is an entirely separate issue that Josiah’s prepared to deal with, but Rafe’s trust in him is still too new, too fragile for anything truly rough when it comes to sex. That is something Josiah will take great pleasure in introducing him to in the future.

Josiah continues working his finger deeper and deeper into Rafe, feeling the way the younger man begins to slowly relax more and more as he seems to realize that Josiah is truly not interested in rushing things. Finally when there’s no more resistance, when there’s only the smooth glide of him working his way into Rafe he adds another finger. Rafe stays relaxed as Josiah thrusts deeper into him, careful of the bruised flesh of his ass, and then begins to scissor his digits to stretch him even wider.

He leans over Rafe’s back and licks a stripe up his spine, tongue dragging through the droplet of sweat on his skin as he works his way up so that he can lay teasing kisses on the back of his neck. Rafe moans, a low sound of pleasure that drags a smile out of Josiah even as he pulls back so that he can watch his fingers as they disappear into Rafe’s body.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Rafe. You take me so perfectly, like you were made for it, made for me.”

He crooks his fingers on an in stroke and watches the way Rafe’s entire body twitches in pleasure when he rubs against his prostate. He massages that spot for a moment, sees the way a new coat of sweat is slowly starting to form on Rafe’s skin as he struggles to stay still, to not buck back into Josiah’s touch. He keeps it up until Rafe begins to tremble, his arms growing weaker from the heightened pleasure, and then he reaches around Rafe’s hips and clamps his fingers tightly around the base of his cock again. Rafe keens, hips jerking, and Josiah twists the fingers that are still working their way deeper into his body and suddenly adds a third.

5Josiah works them in deep, twisting and curling his fingers on every odd stroke to send stars bursting behind Rafe’s eyelids again. He lets Rafe’s cock go and slides back across the mattress, lowering his upper body to the mattress and using his free hand to spread Rafe open in front of him. Rafe groans again at the slight pressure on his bruised skin but the sound is choked in his throat when Josiah leans forward and runs his tongue lightly around his stretched rim. Josiah inhales the musky scent of Rafe, mixed with the slightly pungent smell and taste of the oil that’s coating his skin before he licks him again.

He sets to work on Rafe in earnest then, tracing his tongue around the fingers still buried in his body and occasionally slipping it past the ring of muscle alongside them. Rafe’s arms buckle underneath him, sending his upper body crashing to the mattress and Josiah’s fingers even deeper inside of him. Josiah pulls back and swats him lightly on the ass in punishment and Rafe immediately tries to scramble back into place, struggling to get his arms to hold him up. Josiah takes no pity on him, bending back to his task with single-minded focus.

A few more minutes pass like this, Josiah’s fingers and tongue tormenting Rafe as he struggles to maintain the position he’d been ordered to before he finally pulls away completely. His fingers make a sloppy, wet sound when he pulls them free that sends a bolt of sheer lust through him and makes his own cock jump in want. He arches himself over Rafe’s back, laying another kiss on the nape of his neck, and whispers hotly in his ear.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Rafe, and it’s going to erase the memory of every other touch you’ve ever had.

You’ll never forget the way this feels. It’ll be so good that you’ll crave it, feel it, feel me, every time you close your eyes.”

Rafe trembles beneath him and hisses slightly when Josiah’s cock prods at the cleft of his ass. Josiah nips sharply at the side of his neck before rearing back up and wrapping a hand still slick with oil around his own cock. He slicks his shaft from base to tip with a few strokes, shuddering at the feeling, before he guides himself closer to Rafe’s entrance. He rubs his tip across the loose muscle, spellbound by the feel of it catching on Rafe’s rim before he pushes forward slowly, feeling Rafe’s body give way to his and welcome him inside.

Josiah can’t bite back his own groan; the heat of Rafe’s body is just as glorious as he thought it would be. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, and Rafe takes him perfectly until Josiah settles deep inside of him, his hips pressing against the bruises of his ass. Rafe inhales sharply and his body clenches around Josiah’s cock, and Josiah’s hips thrust forward hard almost of their own accord. Rafe cries out, a choked off sound that makes Josiah’s eyes drift shut even as he thrusts forward again, slower this time but still deep.

“Does it hurt?”

“Y-Yes.” Rafe whimpers.

“It’s supposed to. This is a good hurt, Rafe, pain at its sweetest. You’ll love every second of it and when it’s over every twinge, every ache will be a reminder.”

Josiah doesn’t give him a chance to respond, just pushes his hips tighter against Rafe’s ass, pressing on the bruises even as he bottoms out inside of him.