Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

OMARI

The next day, Big Raf is gone before Little Raf and I wake up. I sigh when I find his room empty and his motorcycle helmet gone. He's usually gone before we're up, but I thought we made a bit of a breakthrough with him and Little Raf last night. I hate to think that my nosy-ass question is the reason he'll retreat into his shell and stay away from his nephew.

I've had Big Raf's number since I started working for him, but since he told me to only contact him in the event of an emergency, I haven't used it. It's not an emergency right now, but I can't help the nagging feeling that something is wrong. Figure I can ask him, just to be sure he's not going to go back to ignoring Little Raf. I shoot him a quick text.

Me: Hey. Are you busy?

He answers about ten minutes later when I'm getting Little Raf dressed so we can hang out with Hazel and the twins. My heart rate kicks up for some reason. Why am I so nervous?

Raf: Not at the moment. Is Little Raf okay?

I can't help smiling at his use of the nickname. I knew it would grow on him.

Me: No. He's fine. See?

I snap a picture of Little Raf lying on the couch, looking out of the window. He's adorable with his little overalls on. Like a little baby farmer.

Raf: What's up?

I'm not sure what I expected when I sent the pic of the baby. Not a smiley face since Big Raf isn't the smiley face type. I don't know, maybe I was looking for some acknowledgement that he saw it.

Oh well. I can't do anything about it while he's away … doing whatever it is he does all day.

Me: Are you mad at me?

My phone rings in my hand and I jump, making Little Raf jump. He whines and cries, his clenched fist shaking in the air. "Shit, I'm sorry," I murmur to him, picking him up and patting him on the back. "I didn't mean to scare you, big man. You forgive me?"

"I thought you said he was okay," a tinny voice says and I fight not to jump again. I didn't realize I answered the call.

Putting the phone to my ear, I walk around the living room as I bounce a sniffling Little Raf. "He is. I just startled him, is all. He's fine, I promise."

Big Raf grunts. "What gave you the idea that I'm mad at you?"

I shrug, even though he can't see me. "You stormed off last night, then you left this morning before we could talk."

"I leave early every morning, Omari."

"Yeah, but you didn't deny storming off. You were mad at me last night."

He sighs and I can imagine him running his fingers through his thick hair. "I wasn't mad at you. Your question caught me off guard, is all."

"I'm sorry," I say in a rush. "I didn't mean to pry. I won't do it again, I promise. I don't …" I sigh and sit back on the couch, set Little Raf on my knee and bounce him so he makes the little noise he likes. I smile at him as he giggles. "We had a great time last night."

"We did," Big Raf says, his voice dropping an octave and I laugh.

"Not like that, you perv." I'm rewarded with a brief chuckle that sends a shiver running down my spine. "I mean before that. Me, you, and Little Raf. It was … co mfortable. I don't want that to go away because I couldn't keep my mouth shut and not respect your boundaries."

"Omari," he says, his voice soft, "you didn't push any boundaries. It's all me. I'm not mad at you."

A weight lifts off my shoulders and I smile, glad I didn't ruin whatever it is we have going on. "Okay, I believe you. What are you doing?"

"In my office. I have some financial reports to go over."

I don't know what shocks me more: the fact that Big Raf has an office or he told me what he was doing. "I didn't take you for the office type."

He harrumphs. "I'm not. But I'm the president of Devil's Mayhem and need to make sure we don't go broke."

"Why not get an accountant?"

Another brief chuckle. "Yeah, we can't have one of those, precioso. We do too much shit that if it got in the wrong hands, we'd all be sent up the river with multiple life sentences. Besides, I don't trust anyone enough."

Definitely not touching that with a ten-foot pole. Plausible deniability only works if I don't ask questions. "Will you come home early? You can feed Little Raf again. We're having carrots tonight."

There's a stretch of silence that the baby fills with his laughing and cute babbling. Finally, Big Raf says, "Yeah. I'll be home around seven. Set aside a plate for me?"

"Yeah, of course," I say quickly, giddy that he'll be back home so we can talk. "I'm making lasagna."

"Sounds delicious. See you later, precioso." He hangs up without another word and it's a near thing I don't kick my feet up and squeal.

I grab Little Raf's chunky hand and wave it in the air, back and forth. "Your uncle likes me, your uncle likes me, your uncle likes me." I'm not sure in what context, but I'll take whatever. It's a far cry from our first interaction, that's for sure.

When I was hired, I thought I'd only stick around for a few weeks, until I got tired of how he treated me or he booted me because he was having a bad day. But here I am, actually loving my job. I have my own room. I basically have free run of the house and there's a cute baby that's a joy to be around. And I'm getting paid to watch him. I think I have a pretty sweet deal.

After I'm sure I have everything packed for Little Raf and I get dressed, we head over to my sister's place. She's been calling and texting me every day, begging me to bring Little Raf over so she can spoil him.

When we arrive, Hazel doesn't even greet me—she smiles at Little Raf, reaches for him and takes him when he holds his chubby little arms out to her.

"Hello to you too, big sister," I grumble good naturedly, dropping the diaper bag beside the couch.

She still doesn't greet me, dancing around the living room with the baby. I sigh and sit on the couch and count down from five.

"Five, four, three, two …"

"Uncle Mari!" I hear shouted from two tiny mouths and I smile, looking down the hall to see my niece and nephew running towards me.

They bulldoze into me, hopping into my arms and onto my lap. "Hey troublemakers! I've missed you!"

"We missed you too, Uncle Mari. When you coming back?" Michael asks.

"Yeah," Kayla agrees. "When you coming back?"

I smile, looking at them in turn. "Soon, I promise. But not to live. Only to visit you knuckle heads."

"Aww," Kayla says, looking sad. "I liked seeing you every day. "

Swallowing past the unexpected lump in my throat, I say, "Well, if I talk to my boss, I can ask if you two can stay the night with me. How does that sound?"

"Yay!" they both cheer, hopping off my lap and giving me a hug before darting back to their rooms.

Finally, Hazel sees fit to acknowledge my presence. "Hey, Mari. I'm glad you came to visit. The kids were giving me a complex, only asking about you when I pick them up from school."

"Because I'm their favorite, duh," I say with a grin, taking off my shoes and getting comfortable.

"Yeah, whatever," Hazel says with a chuckle, sitting beside me with Little Raf. "I take it you still like your job."

"I do. Little Raf hasn't given me any trouble," I say, pinching his cheek. "He's like Michael and Kayla. Not much crying or whining. Just a happy baby."

"And your boss?"

Damn my light brown skin. It's so hard to hide a blush.

Hazel picks up on it quickly. "Shit, Mari. Are you …" she stops talking, looks around for the twins, then covers Little Raf's ears. "Are you fucking your boss?" she stage whispers.

I roll my eyes and shake my head, but I can't wipe the smile off my face and stop my cheeks from flaming. "I'm getting to know my boss. He's … well, he's not nice, really. But he's interesting. I'm not sure what it is about him, but he's growing on me."

"And gnawing on you if that mark on your neck is anything to go by."

My hand flies to my neck. I forgot all about that. I'm sure the spot is purple by now, showing up perfectly on my light brown skin. "It's … nothing. We're just … I don't know what we're doing, but I'm going with it."

Hazel stares at me, long and hard, but she just nods. "Okay. I trust your judgement. If he tries something crazy?— "

"I know, I know. You'll reach into your purse." I don't tell Hazel that Big Raf might have something like what's in her purse on him at all times.

"Dang right," she says with a smile. "Did you settle things with that other guy that almost made me reach into my purse?"

My smile drops and my stomach roils thinking about Brock. He's been texting me for the past week, varying between threatening me to pay him the money he says I owe him and trying to proposition me.

Scoffing, I tell Hazel about what happened when I went to pay him, how he tried to harass me while I had the baby in my arms, and how I noticed Kit's bruised face.

Hazel hisses when I tell her about Kit. Regardless of what happened between us, Kit was a major part of my life. There were nights he would stay with me over at Hazel's house when we were in high school, laughing and watching movies with my big sister. She wasn't happy when I told her about him kicking me out or what he said to me, but I know she hurts for him just like I do at the thought of Brock abusing him.

"What are you going to do?" she asks, taking the bottle from me that I grab from Little Raf's diaper bag.

I shrug, dropping my eyes so she won't see the tears brimming there. "I told him to come to me if he wants to get away. He said he doesn't and they're happy. There's not much I can do."

She sighs. "You're right about that. I hope he's able to get away. Brock sounds unhinged."

"Tell me about it," I say, pulling my phone from my pocket. "Check these out. No matter how much I ignore him, he keeps messaging. I finally had to block him after the last threat."

Hazel takes my phone after she rearranges Little Raf, who is now dozing off in her arms. Her expression darkens with each message she reads. I don't have to see them to know what they say.

Brock: Where's my money, you fat fuck?

Brock: You owe me.

Brock: Come on, Omari. Just let me fuck you one time and I'll forget about the interest. I just want that ass.

Brock: Suck my dick once and you won't have to worry about the money.

Brock: I can do way better than your fat ass. You should consider yourself lucky I'm even giving you attention. A fucking ten like me wouldn't be caught dead in public with a three like you. I'd let you suck my dick in the dark though. One time and the thousand-dollar debt is cleared.

Brock: If you don't have my money in three days, you'll regret it.

With a sound of disgust, Hazel hands me my phone back. "Mari, that last message was sent four days ago."

I nod and take my phone back. "I know. But I don't owe him shit, so I'm not worried. He stays on the Southside with Kit all the time and he doesn't like to drive. He won't run into me since I'm always on the Northside. Big Raf stays around a bunch of retirees and shit. Brock wouldn't be caught dead over there. "

Hazel nods but beseeches me with her eyes. "Be careful, please. People like Brock don't like the word no and that's all you keep telling him. That makes him want you even more. Tell your boss if you have to."

"I will. And I'll be careful. I promise."

The twins come back into the living room and we all sit and watch a movie together. I missed being with them every day, but I love having my own space. Living with Big Raf is like having my own house, since he's never around and when he is, he's in his bedroom.

After the movie is over, I pack my and Little Raf's things so I can get home to cook dinner. I promised lasagna and I'm going to deliver.

I tell the twins I'll ask Big Raf about spending the night and we take our leave.

Twenty minutes later I'm home and in the kitchen getting dinner started. It's only five thirty, so dinner should be finished by the time Big Raf gets home.

After I slide the lasagna in the oven, I change Little Raf's diaper and put on his pajamas. I bustle around the house, trying to keep myself busy until Big Raf gets home.

There's not much to clean or straighten up, so I grab some toys from the nursery and put them on the floor for Little Raf to play with and read a book while he plays. One of my favorite authors just released their new stepbrothers book and I've been feral for it for the past few weeks.

A little over an hour later, the oven dings, signaling dinner is finished baking. I reluctantly put the book down, though I'd love to read one more chapter to see what happens next. I check on Little Raf, who's still shaking a caterpillar toy over his head before I hustle to the kitchen.

Just as I pull the pan from the oven, the front door opens and Big Raf strides in, a pink button up shirt on today with gray slacks. I don't think I've ever seen a biker look so sexy before. While I love it when they wear the tight pants, the heavy boots, and their cuts, Big Raf dressed like an accountant definitely does it for me.

I turn around and give him a quick smile, then put the pan on the counter. "Hey. You're just in time for dinner." I go to the fridge, pulling out the salad I prepared earlier. "You can change if you?—"

When I turn around, I'm stunned speechless. Big Raf is standing behind me with Little Raf in his arms. Both are looking at me with the same deep brown, fathomless eyes. "If you want," I finish quietly. I smile at him and I'm stunned anew when he blushes.

"He was making these irritated noises. I figured he wanted to be picked up."

"Yeah, maybe," I say. I stare a moment longer, then smile and shake my head. "Let me get your plate fixed and then I'll take him."

Big Raf doesn't say anything, just sits at the dining room table with the baby on his leg. He watches me intently as I prepare his plate, his eyes not leaving me once. I'm not sure if it's uncomfortable or flattering.

"How was work?" I ask to break the silence. "Would you call it work or …"

He shrugs. "It's work. I told you I was doing finance stuff today. For our club's tattoo parlors and a nail salon. Gotta make sure bills and employees are paid. Supplies are ordered. Cops are paid off." I look at him quickly, but he doesn't seem to be joking.

"Oh," I murmur and clear my throat. "Well, that's …"

"We're a motorcycle club, precioso. Not everything we do is legal."

"Are you allowed to tell me this?" I ask cautiously, not wanting someone to come after me for knowing too much .

He smirks. "I'm the president of the club. I can do what the fuck I want."

I laugh and bring his plate over to him. "I'll trade you. The baby for the food."

His eyes twinkle as he hands me the baby and I slide the plate in front of him. "You made this from scratch?"

"Yep," I say with pride. "It's a family recipe. Tell me what you think."

"I'll wait for you."

"I have to feed the baby."

Big Raf slides his plate away. "I can do that. You said carrots, right?"

"Carrots," I say in a voice that's weirdly choked up. It's been a month and he's finally coming around. Even if it's something as small as feeding Little Raf or picking him up when he's fussy. That's enough.

I drag the highchair over and set the baby inside, then grab some carrots and a spoon so Big Raf can feed the baby.

I grab a plate and sit at the dining room table with them, watching as Big Raf struggles to get food in the baby's mouth. He's not as flustered tonight, being patient when Little Raf pushes some out of his mouth.

"Where are you from, Omari?"

I raise my head quickly, some of my lasagna sliding off my fork. I wanted us to talk and get to know each other, but I didn't think Big Raf would be the one to initiate the conversation. He's full of surprises today. "Ummm … I'm from here. I grew up here. What about you?"

"Cuba. Moved to Florida when I was sixteen to stay with my abuelo. Moved to Tennessee when I was twenty."

"Do you love it?"

He looks at me like I'm crazy. "I don't love things."

"No? Not even your friends in the club?"

He rolls his eyes as he scoops up some carrots into Little Raf's mouth. "That's different. They're my brothers. That's not comparative to a fucking state."

"Language, Big Raf."

"He'll hear worse," he grumbles.

Big Raf lifts Little Raf's bib, wiping his orange-stained cheeks. He hasn't touched his lasagna.

"Here," I say, sliding closer to him and picking up his fork. I scoop up some of the food and hold it to his mouth. Big Raf stares at me, then looks back at the fork. I jostle it in his face. "Open your mouth." His eyes turn half lidded and I bite back a groan. "You're terrible."

He chuckles and opens, allowing me to feed him some lasagna. He stares at me as he chews slowly and I hold my breath for the verdict. "That's pretty good," he says after he swallows, opening his mouth for more. I preen as I give him more, my heart feeling light because he likes my food.

"Do you miss home?" I ask after a few minutes.

"This is my home," he says. Then he looks at me. "But yes, I do. I haven't been back for more than a few weeks at a time. Too many memories for me to go back."

It's on the tip of my tongue to ask what memories, but I promised I wouldn't pry, so I don't.

After his comment, his eyes turn sad. I'm not sure what memory just intruded on our good time, but it looks like it's really doing a number on him. His shoulders are slumped and he has a hard set to his mouth that wasn't there only a few moments ago. I really wish I knew what it was so I could help. Maybe in time, he'll trust me with his secrets and his painful memories.

To lighten the mood, I ask, "You're pretty old, huh?"

His head whips in my direction, his eyes narrowed, but that hard set to his jaw is gone. "Forty-one is not old," he growls.

"To a forty-one-year-old," I say sweetly as I fork more food into his mouth. I laugh as he stares me down, chomping on the food like it was the one to offend him. "I'm twenty-five. You're even older than my sister and she's ten years older than me," I tell him, rubbing it in.

"You're trouble," he says as he feeds Little Raf the rest of his carrots.

"So you've said." I take my plate to the sink and rinse it, sliding into the dishwasher when I'm done. Then I come back over and pick up Big Raf's fork.

"I can do it myself," he grumbles. "The baby is done eating."

My eyes downcast, I say, "I know. I like feeding you."

He's silent for a few beats, so I chance looking up at him. "Careful, precioso. You don't want to get mixed up with someone like me."

"Why not?" I remember my promise, but this involves me too, so I'm not prying. "What's so wrong with you that I wouldn't want to?" He shakes his head and takes the food I'm feeding him. "I'm an adult, you know? Not as old as you, but I know my mind."

Big Raf pulls a tired looking Little Raf from his highchair. "No more digs about my age, troublemaker," he mutters as he tries to rub the orange from the baby's cheeks. "You might need someone older to keep you in line."

"Because you're doing such a great job," I say slyly, and I'm rewarded with an honest-to-god smile from him as he glances at me.

I'm speechless. Holy fuck, he's handsome, inching into the beautiful territory. His smile is stiff, like he doesn't do it often, but it's honest and it's directed at me. I might be in trouble.

"Show me how to clean him up?" Big Raf asks, still trying to get the carrots off Little Raf's cheeks .

I shake my head to clear it. "Oh, yeah. Are you finished here?" I ask, indicating to the plate.

"Yes. Thank you for making me dinner tonight, precioso. And feeding me."

"You're welcome, Raf."

"Just Raf again?"

I roll my eyes but I laugh as I take the baby from his arms. "Big Raf. I think it's an ego thing for you now."

Stepping closer to me, he tips up my chin and plants a soft kiss on my lips. I melt against him. I didn't expect him to want to touch me or kiss me or do anything with me after I pissed him off last night. My heart thumps at the brief contact. I want more. "It might be," he says when he pulls away.

"And you call me trouble," I murmur, walking to the nursery almost in a daze.

I clean Little Raf up, showing Big Raf the right amount of pressure to use so as not to hurt him. Then I strip him of his soiled clothes so I can change his diaper and put on new pajamas. When I have him stripped down, I wave Big Raf over and I show him how to properly change his diaper. When he put the first one on, it was way too tight. "That could be a reason he was so fussy before. Since babies can't talk, they cry when they don't like something. It's up to us to figure out what the problem is." He tries again and it's perfect.

"What are some other things they cry about?" he asks as he pulls the baby's pajama pants on. Little Raf lies still, his eyes drifting closed.

"They could be wet, tired, overstimulated, hot, cold. A variety of things. Just run through the list to see what's wrong and you'll usually figure it out."

"You're good at this," Big Raf says as he lays Little Raf in his crib .

I shrug as we walk out of the room. "Yeah. That's thanks to my sister and the twins. I wish I didn't have to be good at it. My sister lost her husband a few weeks after the twins were born. A work accident." Raf murmurs his condolences and I dip my head in appreciation. "I stepped up to help and it turns out babies really like me. I know she'd rather have had her husband, but I think I filled in pretty well."

We sit on the couch like we were last night, facing each other. "Do you like being in a motorcycle club?" I ask as I lean on my hand that's against the back of the couch. "It seems … dangerous."

"Nothing wrong with a little danger every now and then," he says and I can't tell if he's joking or not. "I like being with my brothers. I like riding my chopper. Everything else is a bonus."

"Like people being afraid of you?" I ask cheekily.

He grins, the expression seeming more effortless now. "You're not."

"Says who?"

His hearty chuckle fills the air and I close my eyes, soaking it up. "You're not. I can tell. I like that you're not afraid of me. Besides my brothers, and Finn and Shane, you're the only one who's not."

"Who is Finn?" I don't know all his brothers, just Zeke, but he mentioned Shane by name, so I figure Finn is someone that, like Shane, is not a member of Devil's Mayhem.

"He's my brother Rax's old man. They live in Cuba."

"You have a Cuban chapter?" I ask incredulously. "How does that work?"

He laughs, shaking his head. "No. About a year and a half ago, there was a manhunt for an escaped convict."

I nod. "Yeah, Rick James or something."

This time, Big Raf really laughs, doubling over and holding his stomach. My face heats with embarrassment, but I can't stop the grin from spreading across my face at the sound of his laughter. "No," he says when he's calmed down. " Raxel James. He's not a singer, papi."

I huff, crossing my arms over my chest. "Whatever. I don't listen to old people's music." I inwardly gloat when he glares at me. "Anyway, yeah, I remember that going on. Cops were saying he was in town and—" My eyes grow wide. "That's your brother that's in Cuba? He's, like, a murderer!"

Big Raf leans closer to me, his eyes dancing as a dark smile graces his lips. "So am I, precioso."

I don't know if I should be afraid or turned on. "Oh …"

"You're safe with me. I don't hurt the soft and innocent."

"I'm not soft," I grumble.

"You are," he says, dragging a finger down my arm. "You're really soft. I like that." He pegs me with lust-filled eyes and I'm helpless to look away. "Is there something wrong with you being soft for me?"

"No," I whisper, chest heaving as his fingers dance up my arm to my throat, where he strokes my skin. "Are you sure you … want me?"

"Oh, precioso, I'm very sure. Didn't I show you last night?"

My face flames as I think about last night. He made me come in my pants like a fucking teenager having his first wet dream. "You did."

"Want another lesson?" he murmurs, drawing closer to me as he tips my head to the side. He growls when his thumb ghosts over the mark he left on me. "You don't know how fucking hot it is seeing this on you. Knowing I'm the one that bruised this soft skin."

My dick is so hard, it could split diamonds. I try to adjust myself, but these sleep pants don't allow much movement. "I like it too. "

Feeling braver than I ever have before, I launch myself at him, straddling his lap as I kiss him fiercely. Big Raf lets out a surprised sound, but only drags me closer, his hands on my ass. He kneads my cheeks as I grind on his lap, feeling his thick cock under me.

I glide my fingers through his thick black hair, massaging his scalp as I slide my tongue over his. Raf touches me all over, gripping and squeezing my body. Any other time, I would feel self-conscious because of my weight, but Raf has a way of making me feel beautiful, desired. He doesn't look at me in disgust or as a last resort fuck because I'm chubby. He looks at me like he wants to eat me alive and would in a heartbeat if I allowed him to.

And fuck yes, he is allowed.

But tonight, I want him to feel as good as he made me feel last night. I want to explore his body, starting with that piercing. I've never been with a guy that's pierced before. I want to feel it on my tongue as I drive him wild.

Pulling my lips from his, I kiss down his neck, arching my back as his hand slides down my pants, clutching at my naked flesh. "Can I mark you too?" I ask, licking a long strip up his neck.

His husky chuckle rumbles through me, a feverish flush drifting through my entire body. I'm so fucking hot for him, so ready to let him do whatever he wants to do to me while I do the same to him. "Go ahead. Make it good."

I kiss his neck gently, just a soft press of my lips. "I'll always make it good for you, baby," I whisper. Then I draw his skin into my mouth and suck, rolling my tongue around to lessen the sting.

"Fucking hell," he groans, his fingernails digging into the soft tissue of my ass as I apply more suction, wanting the mark to stand out so the world can see that he belongs to me.

I'm not sure when that happened, when I started seeing Raf as mine, but he is. He's nothing that I'm used to and everything that I want. Over the past few weeks that I've been here, I've never felt so safe, so appreciated, even if he never told me in so many words. I could see it in his eyes, and now, his actions.

I draw my lips from his neck, thumbing over the sensitive flesh as my mark darkens. "You're mine now."

He thumbs over my lower lip, giving me a lopsided smile. "Looks like I am, papi."

I drag him to me and kiss him hard, groaning when he sucks my tongue. My hand glides down his taut belly and firm abs to get to the top of his slacks.

Pulling my lips from his, I lower myself to my knees in front of him, watching his eyes darken as I rub over his bulge. "How does it feel getting your dick sucked with the piercing?"

He smirks, running a big hand down my face. I twist my head and kiss his palm. "Really fucking good."

I hum, opening his pants and freeing his erection. Now that my head isn't clouded from my own orgasm, I take a good look at his cock and oh fuck, it's so big. Thick and long, that vein pulsing as I drag my hand up and down his shaft. "Fuck, Rafael. You'll fucking rip me in two with this thing."

"Would you believe me if I said I've never done that before?"

"Anal? Never?" He shakes his head. "With anyone?"

"Never. Or been with a man."

I stop jerking him, sitting back on my heels. "Do you want to?"

He grins. "There's nothing I want more than to fuck you while you scream my name. Now, are you going to stare at my dick or are you going to see how sensitive my piercing is?"

I return his grin and scoot closer to him. Leaning forward, I bury my nose into his small thatch of pubic hair, breathing in his masculine scent. Fuck, he smells good. Heady and spicy, like my favorite cologne.

Raf runs his hand over my curls, thrusting up into my face. I slide my tongue out, tasting his balls. I lave them, giving them both equal attention before I draw one into my mouth. Raf's groans spur me on as I roll one ball, then the other in my mouth, sucking them gently, getting them wet with my spit before I let them go with a soft pop.

When I've had enough teasing his balls, I grab his cock by the base and ease his cockhead into my mouth. I moan, my own length spasming in my pants when the first drop of his precum hits my tongue. His piercing feels foreign in my mouth, but that doesn't stop my tongue from flicking over it and playing with it.

"Fuck yes, just like that," Raf moans, rolling his hips.

Relaxing my throat, I take more of Raf's cock into my mouth, wetting him up as I bob up and down on his shaft. My lips are stretched wide, his fat cock barely able to fit.

A mix of English and Spanish tumbles from his mouth, his hand tight in my curls. He guides me up and down at a casual pace.

Slurping sounds fill the room as I devour his dick. I'm sloppy, spit and drool everywhere as I lap and suck at him, but Raf doesn't seem to mind. "Your mouth is so fucking wet. Fuck, baby. Swallow around me." I do what he says, taking him in as far as I can and swallowing. He grunts and thrusts up, his cock sliding further down my throat. I gag, but don't pull off completely.

I dip my tongue into his slit, collecting more precum as I try to push him over that edge. Since I know it does things to him, I flick my tongue over that barbell in his cock. It's so fucking hot, feeling it on my tongue. His loud groans tells me just how much he likes what I'm doing to him .

With one hand, I tug on his balls, softly caressing them while I use the other to jerk him off to the rhythm of my oral ministrations. His guttural moans burrow into my brain and I wish I had an extra hand to jerk myself with while I listen. Fuck, Raf is so fucking hot, his sounds of ecstasy so raw. This is a man who's so open with his pleasure that he doesn't mind telling me, doesn't mind showing me. It's a heady thing to have a man like this at my mercy, feeling this good because of me. Because of my hands, my mouth, what I can do for him.

"Precioso, fuck. Feels so fucking good. Your fucking mouth is trouble, just like you." He places both hands on the side of my head, pumping his dick down my throat. I relax as much as possible, his cockhead bumping my tonsils.

"Gonna come down your throat, baby. Swallow all of me."

I moan, looking up at him with tear-drenched eyes. His face is a mask of pleasure, his bottom lip between his teeth as he fucks my mouth.

With one last grunt, he explodes, his cock pulsing between my lips as I swallow his cum. It tastes so fucking good, warming my belly as I swallow over and over.

When he's done coming, he pulls me back onto his lap, kissing me hard. I grab his shoulders and hold on, barely able to keep up with how he's ravaging my mouth.

He releases my lips, then flips me onto my back, climbing between my legs. "Fuck, baby. That was … let me touch you."

"Yes," I whisper, running my tongue over my lips to get more of his taste. "Please."

"Want my mouth on you? Want to come down my throat too?"

"You want to?" I ask, surprised he'd even offer.

He doesn't answer, just kisses me quickly before moving down my body. My pants are off in less time than it takes to breathe and he has his lips wrapped around my shaft before I can blink. "Jesus," I grunt, the velvet softness of his mouth feeling unreal. I didn't expect him to go for it that quick. Since he said he's never been with a man before, I thought he would have to work himself up to having my dick between his lips. Guess Raf doesn't do anything halfway.

Raf is sloppy and clumsy with his blowjob, but fuck does it feel like heaven anyway. He gags around me, eyes watering as he glances up at me. His eyes ask if he's doing it right and I nod as I moan, my sac drawing closer to my body with each greedy pull into his mouth. He's beautiful. So fucking beautiful as he tries to please me.

When he reaches up and tugs on my balls, I can't hold back. My back bows off the couch as I hump into his mouth. Just before I explode, I tell him, "I'm coming."

Raf pulls off my dick, jerking me until I orgasm. I wouldn't expect him to swallow his first time sucking cock.

My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath. Raf wipes his mouth, then crawls over me until we're face to face. He kisses me softly, putting all kinds of emotions I can't name behind the kiss. I soak it up, wrapping my arms around his neck.

Once he's had his fill of my mouth, he pulls away and smiles down at me. "Let's go to bed, baby. I want to hold you tonight."

I sigh and lean forward, kissing him once more. "Okay. Let me grab the baby monitor." I made sure to pick one up today after Raf mentioned it last night.

Raf kisses me once more and lets me up. I move fast, grabbing the baby monitor from just inside my bedroom and turning it on. I make sure it works, then I grab a pair of pajama pants from my room.

When I return, Raf is waiting for me, a grin on his face. "Ready?"

"Yeah." I hold up the baby monitor and reach out a hand to him. He takes it and kisses the back, then tips my mouth up to meet his.

He pulls me into his room, sitting me on the bed before he steps inside his bathroom. The water runs and he comes back with a cloth, pulling off my pants to wipe my dick. I drag the new pants on after he tosses my discarded ones in his hamper. Then he shucks his pants and briefs, cleans himself quickly, then climbs in bed naked behind me.

"It's been a while since I slept with someone," he mumbles against my skin, kissing it softly. "I'm glad it's you."

"Me too."

"Sleep in here with me from now on? I like you in my bed."

Sighing happily, I nod. "Okay."

I smile, my eyes growing heavy as I soak up the feeling of the man behind me. I fall asleep to his lips on his neck, shoulder and back, soft words whispered in Spanish burrowing in my mind.