Chapter Eighteen

Rafe Experiences the Head

Rafe

There was utter silence except for my quick breathing. I couldn't move, my limbs locked in place, my heart pounding.

"C'mon, kitten." Ewen smirked at me. "You were full of bravado last night at the bar. Surely some of it's still in there?"

That made me narrow my eyes at him, a hint of defiance creeping past my terrified excitement. Because he was telling me to try kissing him again, wasn't he? He was goading me.

Which meant… he wanted me to?

Or he was playing me. Trying to get me to do it again so he could laugh in my face.

Dan huffed in amusement and leaned in a little closer. "You know you want to, kitten. You've been thinking about it for a while now, haven't you?"

Yeah, I had. Fuck. My gaze locked onto his mouth. His lips looked firm but soft. There was a hint of stubble around his mouth and on his jaw. I wanted to know how rough it would feel against my own skin.

"Bet you want to know what my mouth feels like on other parts of you too, huh?" Dan added in a low, rough murmur, his eyes heavy-lidded as he gazed down at me. Then that little smirk returned. "Been thinkin' about it every night while you watch me, right?"

It was like he'd dumped a bucket of ice water over me. My spine stiffened, the haze of growing lust that had been blanketing me dissipating in an instant. I took a small step back over the threshold into the hallway and glared up at him, my nostrils flaring.

He was mocking me. Making fun of me. Reminding me that I was the sad, confused creep who'd been watching him at night. Shame and anger washed over me, making me tremble.

"Don't be such a dick." My voice was hoarse and unsteady.

Ewen blinked, rearing back like he was surprised I'd caught on or something. "Huh?"

"I get it, okay?" I said roughly.

"What?" he asked, tone almost disbelieving.

"I know I fucked up, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have watched you." God, my face was so hot it felt like my skin was going to melt off. "It was wrong of me. It just—It made me realise I'm—" I broke off and rubbed an anxious hand over my hot cheek, then took a deep breath and forced myself to look up at him. "What will it take for you to move past it?"

Ewen was staring at me with a completely nonplussed expression. "What?" he repeated.

"We have to be neighbours and now we have to work together." Panic made my breaths quicken. Made my stomach feel like it was about to fall out of my ass. "Just tell me what it'll take for you to not fucking tell everyone at work."

"Tell everyone at… " Ewen shook his head, scrunching his nose up with offence. "I'm not going to tell people at work anything, Rafe. I haven't even told them we're neighbours. What the hell are you talking about?"

"I know you're never going to let this go, but could you at least confine any snide remarks about what a creep I am to outside of the office?" I was working myself up now, just imagining walking into work and having everyone stare at me like I was a total pervert because Ewen had told them all.

Fuck.

"I don't even…" Ewen spluttered in disbelief and thrust a hand through his hair. "How the hell have you managed to get to that from me telling you to fucking kiss me?"

"Because I know what you're doing," I shot back, clenching my hands into fists by my sides.

"Oh yeah?" Ewen seemed to be getting impatient, and a little annoyed, because he straightened and puffed out his chest as he stared down at me. "Sure doesn't fuckin' seem like it."

I stiffened even further. "Fuck you."

"Uh, yeah ." Ewen gave me a look like I was a total idiot, which only riled me up more, and took a step back to gesture at himself dramatically. "Exactly. So we are on the same fuckin' page."

"Yes, we're on the same—" I began to snarl, then faltered as I realised I didn't actually know what he meant. "Wait, what?"

"We could have been fucking hours ago if you hadn't insisted on pretending you didn't remember nothin'. And now you're getting yourself all worked up." He laughed incredulously. "Swear to god, Rafe, are you always this goddamn imaginative? You got all that from me telling you to fucking kiss me?"

Wait, what was happening? What was he saying?

"So are you going to, or what?" he added impatiently, gesturing at himself again.

"I…" I wet my lips and shifted my weight from foot to foot, skin prickling with heat. "What?"

He stared down at me in incredulous silence for a few seconds, then let out a huff of laughter and shook his head as his frame relaxed. "Jesus. You are so damn cute, kitten."

My pulse leaped. "D-don't call me that," I said weakly out of habit.

"Then don't act like such a cute, growly little kitten all the time." He smiled down at me teasingly.

My teeth sank into my lower lip. I didn't know what to think, and it was making me feel painfully vulnerable.

"Are… are you making fun of me?" I asked shakily. "I genuinely can't tell anymore."

His brows twitched into a tiny frown. He shook his head, and then, making my breath hitch, cupped my cheek in his big hand. His thumb played at the corner of my mouth.

"Rafe." His gaze dropped to my mouth, getting heavy again. "Gonna kiss you now. 'Kay?"

My breath shuddered out of me. Some part of me still thought this might be a trick. Some fucked-up game he was playing with me. But after a few seconds, I whispered, "Okay."

His thumb shifted and pressed lightly into my jaw, tilting my head up further. Long fingers threaded through the hair behind my ear. I couldn't move as he lowered his head. A tremor ran through my whole body, and then his mouth landed on mine.

A tiny sound escaped me before I could stop it. Ewen's lips moulded firmly to mine, and it wasn't long before we were both opening up and our tongues were sliding together.

He groaned, making my heart stutter. I wondered if it was because of my piercings—I had three studs running down the centre of my tongue. He'd made those teasing little remarks about me fantasising about his mouth and how it would feel, but maybe now he was the one who'd been thinking about what my tongue would feel like on certain parts of him.

The thought was equal parts terrifying and exciting, and it made me feel strangely powerful, even though he was so much bigger and stronger than me.

His arms banded around me and tugged me closer. A garbled sound escaped me, vibrating into his mouth when my hips crashed into his and I realised my cock was rock hard already.

His was stiffening up too, pulsing against my hip. Oh fuck. I could feel his dick. I could feel another guy's dick. Ewen's dick.

My hands settled timidly on his sides, fingers flexing against smooth, hot skin. Ewen tilted his head to thrust his tongue deeper before his hand suddenly slid down my lower back to grab my ass.

My heart gave a mighty thud as I tightened my fingers on his waist. Holy crap. Ewen's hand was on my ass.

And his tongue was in my mouth.

And his hard dick was pushing against my hip bone.

That big hand squeezed once before he glided it up my back as he gentled the kiss. I groaned in protest, eagerly trying to keep our lips connected. He chuckled against my mouth, giving me one last soft peck before moving back an inch.

"See, kitten?" he rasped, raising a hand to cup my face again. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

I stared up at him with wild eyes, breathing hard. He shot me that infuriating crooked grin and stroked my cheek, then went to ease back.

My pulse leaped with panic. No. No, no, no. He couldn't stop now. That wasn't fair. He'd had me on edge all goddamn day.

Actually, he'd had me on edge for three fucking years.

Without thinking too hard about it, I grabbed the back of his neck, lunged up and crushed my mouth to his. Dan froze for a split second before he grinned against my lips, then thrust his tongue deep to meet mine. A low groan vibrated into my mouth as he bent his knees to band his arm under my ass and lift me off my feet.

I grunted in surprise, but found my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips, even though it was such a foreign position to be in. I'd been with women bigger than me—my ex, Hannah, had been a curvy girl with a couple inches on me—but I'd never been picked up like this before.

Suddenly, I was so unbelievably turned on that I couldn't think straight. My mind went blank. My heart pounding, I thrust my tongue desperately into his mouth, only vaguely aware that he'd started moving, carrying me somewhere.

He sat down on the couch with me on top of him, straddling his thighs. I was too turned on to be nervous anymore, and I wasn't willing to stop kissing him for even a second as I gripped his hair tight, keeping him right where I needed him.

He groaned into my mouth, hands sliding up my trembling thighs before he grabbed my hips and jerked me forward on his lap until I was plastered to his front. Our cocks rubbed together through our pants, making me shudder with pleasure. I was already leaking, the tip sticking to the thin fabric.

His fingers tightened, urging me to rock my hips into his. So I did. A helpless groan left me as I did it again, and again, unable to stop when I felt his hot, hard length rubbing against mine.

Ewen moaned into my mouth and finally broke the kiss, breathing faster. "Damn, kitten." Grabbing my wrist, he dragged my hand down his front. "Touch me."

I bit my lip as I trailed my fingers tentatively over his tight stomach. Already panting, my whole body trembling, I rested my forehead against his to look down and watch as I ran a fingertip along the line of hair descending from his navel. My cock pulsed as his hips strained up beneath me.

"Touch my cock, Rafe," he rasped, guiding my hand into his pants.

Oh fuck . My breath caught as he urged me to wrap my fingers around his hot, hard dick, then pulled his hand free to rest it on my thigh.

I swallowed and hesitantly squeezed, which made him grunt and grip my leg tighter. My cock throbbed insistently at the feel of another person's dick in my hand for the first time. Ewen's dick. The dick I'd watched, night after night, sinking inside his own mouth.

With a desperate sound, I crushed my mouth back to his and started stroking frantically. Probably too fast. He tensed before groaning and straining his hips up, bouncing me a little on his lap.

Then the hand on my thigh shifted, and I felt long fingers slipping under the waistband of my pyjama pants.

"Oh f-fuck," I panted against his lips, my voice wobbling as he skimmed his fingertips down my length before softly stroking my tight sac. My hand stilled as I grew too distracted to keep stroking him, too busy greedily soaking in the novel sensation of him touching me.

He grinned, nuzzling my cheek as he murmured, "Bet you were too tired to watch me the last few nights, huh?"

I automatically nodded. It was true, but I would have been willing to agree with literally anything he said right then. I worked my hips slowly so I could feel his fingertips lightly grazing my balls, my breaths leaving me in little gasps.

"Bet it's been a while since you got yourself off, right?" he continued in that low, husky voice. I nodded again, more frantic this time.

He made a soft sound of sympathy. "You need to come real bad right now, don't you, kitten?"

"Yes," I breathed unsteadily, teeth sinking into my lower lip.

He grinned and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth, while simultaneously curling his fingers around my shaft and smoothing the pad of his thumb over my swollen, leaking tip.

" Nnngh ." I clutched desperately at his hair, panting against his cheek. My hips bucked, trying to slide my cock through his fist. He chuckled and started stroking my dick at an agonisingly slow pace, making my eyes squeeze shut with both bliss and frustration.

"Did you imagine me doing this, Rafe?" he murmured huskily, lips brushing against the corner of my mouth. "While you were watching me?"

More frantic nodding. I didn't have the brain power to keep jerking him off too, but I was still clutching his cock. It pulsed in my grip.

"I bet you did." I could feel him grinning against my cheek. "How about this?"

With his free hand, he tugged the waistbands of our pants down and gently pried my fingers free from around his length, before pinning our dicks together.

I gasped at the sensation, my arms snapping around his neck and fingers burying themselves in his hair, clutching tight.

Holy shit. Oh fuck . It felt unreal. He was so hot and stiff against me, and when he slid his fist up, his slick cockhead slipped against mine.

"Holy shit," I gasped out loud in a strangled voice, my whole body starting to shake as my hips instinctively bucked to slide my cock against his.

He started jerking us off together, his free hand sliding around my hip to grab my ass and encourage me to keep grinding against him. My face ended up buried in his neck as I moaned desperately, my fingers digging into the back of his head and gripping his hair too tight.

He groaned, tensing against me and rocking his hips up as best he could while I writhed on top of him, completely mindless. I couldn't stop. I'd never felt anything like it before. A low sound rumbled in his throat as he sped up his stroking fist. I could feel him starting to shake against me, his fingers digging harder into my ass.

Fuck, I wanted to watch him come. Just the idea of getting to witness it in person, up close, made me whimper into his neck as my cock grew even stiffer, leaking profusely.

"You're gonna come, aren't you, kitten?" he murmured in my ear.

I nodded frantically, then lifted my head to crush my mouth to his with a plaintive moan. I kissed him with feverish desperation, thrusting my tongue maybe a bit too deep, because I felt his throat tighten around it as he choked in surprise.

"Damn." He broke the kiss with a breathless laugh. "Shit, that tongue is so fucking long."

"S-sorry," I breathed, because I didn't want to make him stop wanting to kiss me. In fact, I was already trying to kiss him again, eagerly leaning back in.

"Hold on, kitten." He nuzzled my cheek, then looked at me with a wicked grin. "Want to see something?"

"H-huh?" My brow furrowed in anguish when he let go of our dicks and reached up to pull my hands from his hair. He guided one of my hands down and curled my fingers around both of us, making me bite my lip as a strangled sound tore from my throat. I was so close to coming. I couldn't resist sliding my fist up and down, feeling my agonisingly sensitive dick rub against his.

Dan groaned and shuddered, and a ripple went over his body as he grasped his own head, then popped it clean off his shoulders. I stared in dazed shock, still breathing hard, as he brought it closer to my face to give my lips a brief kiss.

"Lean back a little for me, handsome." He smirked at me.

Swallowing, I slid my hand onto his shoulder for balance and obeyed, angling my body away from his. My cock jerked in my hand when I looked down and greedily ran my gaze over him—his stupid cropped shirt and tight stomach and that dick, flushed and dripping with pre-cum, pressed tightly against mine.

My breathing sped up even more as my cock throbbed again, on the brink of exploding. And when he lowered his head between us and I felt the hot sting of his tongue sliding over our pinned cockheads, I really did explode.

" Fuck ," I cried out, my voice hoarse, as the orgasm abruptly hit me in a white-hot wave.

Dan moaned as he wrapped his lips around both our tips and sucked in rhythmic pulls that matched each spurt of cum I shot into his mouth. My hips were jerking erratically, limbs quaking as my hand scrabbled over his shoulder before fisting his shirt and clutching tight.

His body shook against me as he moaned again, louder and sharper this time, before I felt his cock throb heavily in my fist. His hips strained up, and he kept sucking, making me squeeze my eyes shut as I jerked from the overstimulation.

When I peeled them open again, my chest heaving, I looked down and stared in stunned disbelief. I'd never been this close to Dan when his head was off before, and his neck hole looked pitch black and kind of… gooey.

Not gonna lie, it was pretty fucked up to be recovering from a monumental orgasm while staring at a man's headless body.

I slowly unpeeled my hand from around our softening cocks as Dan lifted his head again. Heat rushed to my cheeks when I saw our cum dripping from his neck hole and sliding down his heaving stomach.

That was just wrong.

The way my nuts tingled at the sight was even more wrong.

He settled his head back on his neck, and the dark line of separation across his throat vanished when the ripple went over his body again, returning him to his human form.

"Damn." He chuckled breathlessly. "That was good."

I blinked hard to try and clear my foggy head, my hand slowly slipping off his shoulder.

Good? Good ? It had been fucking life-changing. And weird as hell at the end there, but… still ridiculously hot, for some fucked-up reason.

Swallowing, I sat back on his thighs, my legs shaking wildly.

Wait…

Had that only been good for him?

Not even great?

I didn't even warrant ‘great'?

Ewen stretched lazily, draping his arms along the back of the couch as his mouth tipped up into a self-satisfied smirk. Then he reached for me and teasingly pinched my chin. "We should've done that three years ago, neighbour. Then maybe we could've been friends this whole time."

I stared at him, still dazed, my whole body tingling.

Friends? What?

He yawned, then reached down to tuck his half-hard cock back into his sweats. "Should probably get goin'."

Huh? What? Going? Right now ?

When I didn't move, staring at him in stupefied silence, he chuckled and patted my side.

My nostrils flared. Had he really just given me a bro pat?

After taking his damn head off to suck the cum straight out of my dick?

I scrambled off his lap as fast as possible and banged my knee into the coffee table, my legs still trembling.

"You okay there?" he asked around another yawn as he got to his feet. I hurriedly stuffed my dick back into my pyjama pants and hitched them up, keeping my head bent so he wouldn't see how flushed my face was.

"Fine." My voice came out strangled. "Uh… still a little hungover, I think."

He chuckled, patting my ass as he edged past me to head for the door. "Better get to bed, neighbour. And make sure you drink that water."

I stiffened. So I was back to ‘neighbour' now too?

What happened to ‘handsome'? And ‘kitten'? I wasn't saying I liked him calling me either of those, but…

"See you at work tomorrow," he called cheerfully.

I heard the front door open, then close again two seconds later.

He was gone.

He'd just… left. While I was still standing here in the middle of my dark living room, unsteady and dazed from coming on top of him.

What the absolute fuck?