CHAPTER TWO

Rafa’s POV

Fuck, he was beautiful. My pretty little lamb. Thought I wouldn’t notice him, thought he could slip into a place like this without catching my eye. But I see everything. I always do. And the moment I saw him under those neon lights, moving like sin wrapped in skin, I knew fate was handing me a gift.

I didn’t expect him to be here tonight. That was the surprise. A good one. I’d come for business, nothing more. Another round of whiskey and velvet handshakes with men who thought they mattered. And then there he was—hips swaying, piercings flashing, shorts so damn short I could see the edge of lace beneath.

I should’ve been annoyed. My little lamb wasn’t supposed to be here. But instead, I was hard the second our eyes met. That waist. That lean little body. Those damn piercings catching the light like they already belonged to me. God, I couldn’t wait to unwrap him… slow, like a piece of candy I’d been craving for too long.

And then perfect timing the drunk bastard laid hands on him. The moment Avery’s face pinched in irritation, I was moving before I even thought about it. My fists landed until the man was nothing but blood on the floor, and Avery my beautiful, reckless little lamb grabbed my arm, gasping my name.

He wanted me. He always had. And fuck, I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity fate handed me tonight.

The moment we got into the hotel room, I dragged him inside and slammed my lips onto his. He moaned sweet, breathy and opened up for me without hesitation. My tongue slipped into his mouth, exploring every inch like I owned it. He tasted like strawberries, addictive and warm, and I couldn’t get enough.

His arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer until our bodies were flush. A groan slipped from my throat as his chest pressed against mine. I slid my hand beneath his shirt, fingers brushing over his nipples, and the loud moan he let out made my cock twitch. He fisted a hand in my hair, tugging just enough to make my breath hitch.

Then he pulled back.

Dropped to his knees.

Fuck, he looked so good there. On his knees. For me.

His fingers fumbled with my jeans, impatient and trembling, until he finally unbuttoned and unzipped them. In one smooth motion, he yanked both my jeans and boxers down my thighs.

My cock sprang free and he whimpered.

Eyes locked on the piercing, wide and hungry.

That sound God. That whimper. I wanted more. So much more.

He took my cock into his mouth warm, wet, perfect and I groaned as he immediately tugged on the piercing with his tongue. When he swallowed me deeper, I realized something else that made him even more irresistible: no gag reflex. Fuck. Heaven.

I fisted his hair, thrusting into his mouth slow at first, then harder. He held onto my thighs, obedient and still, letting me use his throat like it was mine. Because it was. He was a mess beneath me, moaning and whimpering, spit dripping from his lips to the floor.

Then I saw it.

His hand was in his shorts, pumping himself as he took me deep.

That sight nearly pushed me over the edge.

I pulled out, and his lips followed like he didn’t want to let go. But I dragged him to his feet, spun him around, and led him to the bed. I pushed him down and positioned him how I wanted on his knees, ass high in the air, completely at my mercy.

I tugged his shorts down slowly, and fuck, I groaned when I saw what he was wearing tight lace panties, delicate and sinful. I pushed them aside, and my breath caught.

He’d come prepared.

He had a butt plug in.

I pulled the plug out slowly, and his hole was already loose, stretched, ready. I slid two fingers in, and he moaned loud, needy, raw. I pulled them out, added a third, and they slipped in with no resistance. I started thrusting them in and out, watching him writhe and tremble, moaning into the sheets like he was born for this.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

I reached into the drawer beside the bed, grabbed the lube and a condom, popping the cap and pouring some over his hole. But when I tore the foil open, he looked over his shoulder, breathless, and whispered, “I’m clean.”

I froze.

Then tossed the condom aside.

I stepped out of my trousers and boxers in one motion, poured more lube generously over my cock, and gripped his hips. I lined myself up and pushed in slowly and fuck, the heat of him stole my breath. He moaned deep, head falling forward as I let him adjust, staying still, savoring the feel of him wrapped around me.

Once I was buried to the hilt, I paused, savoring the moment. The heat of him, the tightness, the way his body gripped me like it never wanted to let me go.

Then he started pushing back.

That was all the signal I needed.

I began moving, slow and deep, dragging every inch out of him until his back arched. My name fell from his lips, soft at first, then again, more desperate: “Rafa… Rafa…” like he was praying.

“Good boy,” I murmured, bending over him, letting my breath tickle the shell of his ear. “Taking me so well… you’re mine, pretty boy.”

“Harder…” he gasped.

I obeyed, hips snapping forward, and he choked on a moan. “So needy for me,” I groaned, gripping his hips tighter. “You love it, don’t you? My beautiful boy.”

“Yes deeper please,” he whimpered, voice breaking, and I gave him exactly that, burying myself to the base.

His body trembled, and he tried to turn under me. I let him twist enough for his mouth to find mine, our lips meeting in a hot, messy kiss. My thrusts slowed, deep and deliberate, while I devoured his moans.

“Slower…” he breathed against my lips, eyes fluttering shut.

“Anything for you,” I whispered, kissing him again, tasting the plea on his tongue. “You’re so perfect… so fucking perfect for me.” Then my tone dropped, darker. “And you’re never getting away.”

He shuddered, chanting my name into my mouth, every sound making me lose control. I alternated between tender praise “My sweet boy… you’re beautiful like this” and raw filth “Look at you, fucked open for me… taking it like you were made for it.”

He came without even touching himself, clenching around me so hard I almost lost it. Watching him fall apart like that wrecked, pleading, still gasping “Rafa” between kisses pushed me over the edge.

I thrust deep one final time, groaning as I spilled into him. My vision blurred, stars bursting behind my eyes, and all I could think, as I held him close and kept kissing him, was one thing:

I’m not letting him go.