It didn’t take long, but then, maybe it did. I neither knew nor cared, because I wanted more of the sounds Rafe made as I gave him what he begged for—loudly—over and over. His prostate made him sing, and God, he was exquisite like this. It was a moment to be treasured, this our first time together.
Rafe had also given me a condom with the lube—smart man—so I suited up and got into position. “You ready for me?” I asked, taking in his eager expression and heavy breathing.
His chest heaved as he said, “I’ve been ready, goddamn it. You’re making me beyond crazy.”
“So, yes, you want me to fuck you, then?” I asked just to be naughty as I ran my dick around his hole.
“Woody, come on!” When he nudged back against my sheathed cock, I knew he was out of patience. So was I.
“Well then, here I come.” I pushed and he let me in, all the way. Man, the slide inside had never been this velvety soft, yet tight at the same time. Damn, I could get lost in his heat.
Rafe clamped down on me and I looked up to see his eyes tightly closed. “Breathe, Sheriff. I can’t give you the good stuff unless you let me move.” I reached between his legs and coaxed his flagging cock a little. “You can do this, I know it.”
He panted as he murmured, “It’s-it’s been a long time since anyone’s…”
“Shh, it’s okay. I’ll take care of you.” I pumped Rafe’s cock back to life and leaned in to kiss his mouth. The double distraction released his hold on my dick and I was able to slide out, the tip barely held inside before punching back in.
He howled, my favorite sound in the world as I grazed his prostate, again and again, plunging in and out like a machine. “Fuck!” I yelled as I surged toward the end faster than I ever had before, and Rafe was right there with me.
“Shit!” he cried as he spilled his seed all over my fist seconds before I filled the condom, the two of us lost in the perfect dance.
When I collapsed next to Rafe after disposing of the rubber, I said, “We’re doing that again.”
“Duh,” he replied.
* * * *
I was almost late to work on Monday morning, what with the lack of sleep and the marathon fuck sessions Rafe and I had the rest of the night. Loralei was pleased to see me so happy and energetic, despite the bags under my eyes. Serge was merciless with his teasing.
When the day ended, Rafe stopped by for dinner with his brother and me since I’d texted him that I was doing ribs. He kissed me like a man dying of thirst, and I drank it all down, with pleasure. I was still working through the changes that had happened between us over the past few months, and especially this weekend. But it was all good.
“How was work?” I asked Rafe as I basted the ribs.
He shrugged. “It was good for the most part, uncomfortable in others, but it wasn’t the big deal I’d thought it would be. People look at me a little funny, but I’m still the big, bad sheriff, you know.” He winked at me.
“Told you,” Serge and I said at the same time, and we laughed together.
Rafe rolled his eyes and glared at us. “I’m still older than the two of you.”
Serge snorted, and I said, “Yeah, but I’ll blister that ass the moment you forget who’s really the boss around here.”
Instead of being snarky, Rafe smiled brighter than the setting sun. “Looking forward to it.”
THE END
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