Secret Heir (Dynasty #1)(86)
“God, Jaz, you feel so good, it’s almost unreal.” He groans against the skin at the base of my throat. He lifts his head and locks his gaze onto mine. The heat in those eyes, the hunger burning in them as he watches me slipping closer and closer to the edge, undoes me and when I finally fall off it, he devours the sound of his name coming from my lips. My inner muscles, my whole universe contracts around him and Raph lets out a tortured groan. He curses and a shudder rolls through his body as mine shakes with release. “Fuck, baby, that feels so hot. You’re as tight as a dream.”
Like the other times before, he holds me to him as I piece myself back together. But this time, I want him to come apart, too.
I move so that his back is to the tiled wall now and a few inches to the left, so that he’s up against the tiled bench just above the waterline.
“Do you want me?” I ask him the same question, and the responding hunger in his kiss should be answer enough. But I want more.
“Do you?” I ask again.
He presses his forehead against mine and his breathless answer takes my own breath away.
“I want you so much, Jaz, I think I’m losing my mind. I want you more than I want my next breath.”
“Then show me how much you want me,” I say, feeling brazen and reckless because the way that he just made me come apart, just seems to have stripped away the last of my inhibition.
He understands what I mean and the answering heat in his gaze makes it difficult for me to remember that I’m trying to make him come apart and not the other way around.
With one swift motion, he lifts himself onto the tiled bench and guides my hand beneath the waistband of his swim shorts to find him all too ready for me.
My fingers close around his hard length, and as he eases his swim shorts down, I hear my own breath hitch at the sight of him. My mouth goes dry for a second because I can’t quite believe what I’m seeing is real. He smirks at my expression and that spurs me into action.
I have no experience in this whatsoever. But Raph knows that, too, so he guides my hand along his length, once, twice. His hips twitch with each pass and the pleasure in his face, along with the groan that rumbles from somewhere deep in the back of his throat, is the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.
He doesn’t have to guide me when I lower my lips to the tip of him, as my hand closes around the base.
He curses as my lips make contact, and I can feel the shudder rolling through his body as my head dips lower, until the tip of him hits the back of my throat. He’s too big for me to take the full length, but the sounds he makes with each pass of my mouth along his length tells me that it doesn’t matter.
His hand cups my cheek for a second in a tender gesture which makes my chest tighten, and when his fingers touch the edges of my lips which are curled around him, his eyes darken with an emotion that steals my breath.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful like this, Jaz.” His voice is hoarse, husky in a way that sends delicious shivers down my spine.
His hand finds its way into my hair then, gripping onto the wet strands as he guides my head over his length. The tugging sensation against my scalp causes shivers to race through my spine and when his hips begin to thrust upwards to meet my strokes, I think I lose all coherent thought.
I look up at his face as I work him closer to the edge and what I find is a look of pure male ecstasy. His head is thrown back against the tile wall, his lips parted as he watches me taking him deeper into my mouth. Our gazes lock and I don’t think I’ve been more turned on in my entire life. The pure need in Raph’s gaze, the sounds he’s making and the way that his powerful body trembles under my touch, makes me feel undeniably powerful, like I could get him to do just about anything right now, every inch of him at my mercy.
I let out a moan which vibrates against him, and his eyes cloud over with an even deeper desire. He thrusts even deeper and he lets out another groan. His skin is glowing in the dim light and it feels like he’s going to burst into flame at any minute.
“Jaz, I’m close … god, baby—” His voice is so guttural, that I barely recognize it just then.
He tries to move my head away but I don’t let him. I want to feel him come apart inside me, and a second later, he does. His large body shudders and quakes as the release hits him, and the feeling of his hand gripping tighter against my scalp as he pulses in my mouth is intoxicating.
He lifts me clean out of the water then and positions me so that I’m straddling him. He surprises me when he pulls my head down to his, his lips claiming mine, even though I still have the taste of him in my mouth. He doesn’t seem to care, though, as his tongue spears into me and he kisses me until we’re both breathless, until neither of us can ever again deny how much we want each other.
28
“Where are we going?” I ask Raph, a few days later, as we walk out of last period physics.
It’s late afternoon, but overhead, the sun is already sinking low in the horizon. The shorter days signal the shift from autumn to winter and I can’t quite believe that I’ve managed to survive an entire season at Regency.
Raph takes my hand in his and as we walk hand in hand through the campus grounds, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, it hits me how surreal all of this is. If someone had told me at the beginning of the semester that this is how we’d end up, I would’ve laughed my ass off. After telling them to screw off, that is.