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

He pulls back until only the tip of his cock is still inside and then he pushes back inside, angling his thrust so that he hits that spot inside Rafe, sending a rush of pleasure through him even as the bruises ache.

Rafe’s arms give out on him again but Josiah pushes him back down when he tries to get back up, and wraps one of his palms around the back of his neck and squeezes. Rafe’s hips shove back to meet him at the gesture and Josiah doesn’t try to gentle his pace at all after that. He pushes as deep into Rafe as he can with each thrust, setting up a rhythm that’s both hard and exquisitely slow.

5Rafe keens beneath him and his hips are trying to match Josiah’s pace, but he’s unable to because of the way he’s pinned. Josiah tightens his hold on Rafe’s neck, the silver of his collar warm beneath his palm as he works himself in and out of his body. It’s exquisite, pleasure arching through his veins at the feel of Rafe’s damp heat tightening rhythmically around his cock. And the sight of Rafe, his back arched and ass bruised as he takes Josiah’s cock like he was crafted for it, is enough to make Josiah’s head spin all on its own.

“So perfect, Rafe, keeping you forever.” Josiah pants the words out, sweat beading on his forehead.

He reaches around Rafe and wraps a hand around his weeping cock, and this time instead of squeezing he strokes him from base to tip. Rafe tries to thrust down and back at the same time, caught in the duel sensations of Josiah moving deep inside him and stroking his cock with a matching rhythm.

He groans in frustrated pleasure laced with pain and Josiah chuckles at him lowly.

“Shh, pretty. I’ll take care of you. Just relax and feel.”

Josiah strokes him in time with the thrusts of his hips at first and then he changes it. He runs feather light fingers across Rafe’s cock as he pushes into his ass hard and deep and then grips him with tight fingers as he goes soft and shallow. He can feel his own orgasm building, can feel the sparks of it dancing up his sweat-soaked spine as Rafe’s body fights to keep him inside. Rafe’s not far behind him either, cock thickening and muscles fluttering as he shivers and shakes in Josiah’s hold.

“Come for me, Rafe. Come.” His voice is deep and dark and filled with an irresistible command.

Rafe’s hips buck and he cries out, a harsh ringing sound, and spills over Josiah’s hand. Josiah continues to pump him for a moment, before he lets go and raises his cum-soaked hand to his face. He flicks his tongue out to get a taste and hums appreciatively in the back of his throat before he rubs the rest of it into the skin at the small of Rafe’s back. Rafe’s still beneath him, a faint trembling in his muscles the only exception as Josiah continues moving inside of him.

“Do you want me to come inside you, Rafe? Do you think you deserve that gift?”

Rafe nods his head as best he can in answer.

“I want to hear it, Rafe. I want to hear you beg for my cum.”

“P-Please, Josiah, please come. Please.”

Rafe slips into begging effortlessly, and Josiah feels his cock twitch before he finally lets himself go, thrusting hard and fast for a few moments before letting himself spill into the willing body beneath him.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Rafe is muttering the words over and over again, his voice filled with what sounds like sincere gratitude at the feel of Josiah spilling deep inside of him, marking him from the inside out as owned, possessed.

Josiah’s hips stutter a few more times before he moves the hand that’s still on Rafe’s neck to his waist and tips them both over sideways. They lay tangled in the sheets together for a moment, Josiah still inside of Rafe, and simply breathe. Josiah shifts and they both groan when he slowly slips free of Rafe’s body and then crawls off of the bed. He pads silently into the bathroom and returns with a damp cloth and a small tube of ointment.

Rafe watches his every move from heavy lidded eyes as Josiah sits down beside his hip and slowly begins to clean off his front. He wipes away the sweat and cum with gentle strokes of the cloth, careful to get every 5inch of Rafe that he can reach.

“On your stomach.”

Rafe rolls over and Josiah goes back to washing him. When he’s finished he tosses the cloth to the side and uncaps the tube of ointment and squirts a bit onto the sensitive skin of Rafe’s ass. Rafe hisses when the cold paste makes contact but sighs in contentment when Josiah carefully rubs it into his skin. The ointment will take some of the stinging pain away from the bruises. It’ll also leave enough that Rafe will be able to feel them just like Josiah promised, but it’ll numb the pain a bit so that he can sleep comfortably. When he’s done he returns everything to its proper place and slides back onto the bed beside Rafe’s prone figure.

He runs a hand down the line of Rafe’s back and then back up again, tangling his fingers in his hair and leaning down to kiss him sweetly just beneath his ear.

“I told you I’d take care of you, Rafe, that I’d hurt you but never damage you. I meant it.”

Josiah stretches out on his back and welcomes the weight of Rafe’s body against his own when he moves across the mattress so that he can pillow his head on Josiah’s chest. They drift off to sleep together, blissful and sated, a new level of trust hanging in the air between