Page 31 of Blown

He didn’t need to go that far. Rafe squirted more lube, and a few seconds later, Jake felt the blunt pressure of his tip against his hole. He quivered and cried out as his body tensed against the intrusion, then breathed into it, relaxing enough for Rafe to push past his ring of muscle.

It was wild and raw and sent Jake hurtling into the headspace he wanted to be in. He loved the painful stretch of his insides, the thick sense of invasion as another man usedhis body for pleasure. He gripped the bedsheets in front of him and relaxed into the way Rafe grabbed his hips tightly so he could thrust harder. His eyes even rolled back as Rafe found his prostate and punched over it with increasing intensity.

He was close to coming within a minute and reached a hand to stroke his cock as Rafe thrust hard and deep. “So good,” he managed to grunt, along with half a dozen other half-formed expletives, in time with Rafe’s thrusts. He deserved to be treated like a cum-dump. He deserved the soaring heights of pleasure Rafe took him to as well. He deserved all of it.

“God, I’m close,” Rafe panted, thrusting harder.

Jake could practically feel how close Rafe was in the tightness of his grip and hear it in his panting, so he held nothing back, stroking himself hard and reaching for the orgasm that was building fast in him.

He managed to beat Rafe to it, coming hard across the bedsheets as pleasure burst through him. He gave himself over to it, holding onto it for as long as he could before everything tipped into discomfort.

He didn’t end up going through much discomfort at all. Rafe was right behind him, and when he started to swear and grunt, Jake could have sworn he could feel warmth spread through him. He let his imagination run away with that feeling and pictured Rafe’s cum spreading in him.

“God, that was so much better than it should have been,” Rafe gasped a moment later as he pulled out of Jake and tumbled onto the bed with him.

Jake opened his eyes and stared at Rafe. “What do you mean than it should have been?” he asked, panting.

Rafe gave him a guilty look as he shuffled around to lie the right way around in the bed. “I was too brutal,” he admitted.

“Babe. No, you weren’t,” Jake said, dragging his used, rubbery body around to lie tangled with Rafe. “I loved it.”

Rafe made a noncommittal sound, like he wasn’t convinced he hadn’t done something terribly wrong. Jake ignored him and snuggled against Rafe’s sweaty body. As far as he was concerned, he was happy as Larry, and as soon as he took a quick nap, he would declare his undying love for Rafe and beg the man to marry him for real as soon as possible.

Rafe had never once questioned whether he’d done the right thing by having sex with someone. He loved sex, his partners loved it, too, and he’d never had to wonder whether it was right or wrong to indulge in something that made everyone happy. But there he was, after an hour-long nap, sneaking out of bed to grab a shower, convinced he’d made a mistake.

It had been some of the best sex of his life, and he’d had a lot of sex. He and Jake had been in exactly the right mood for everything they’d indulged in. He’d gotten off on spanking Jake, and frankly, the man deserved more than just a few smacks. He deserved a full-on, kinky, drag him over his knees and paddle his backside until he couldn’t sit for a week spanking. The dirty talk had been great too, and that orgasm had blown his mind.

There were strings attached, though, and Rafe knew it. They weren’t two casual acquaintances out to get their jollies before going back to their everyday lives. Sex with Jake meant something.

“Hey,” Jake purred at him from the bed as Rafe came out of the bathroom. “You look hot as fuck.”

Rafe smiled, but guilt stole the joy he might have felt at the compliment. “Thanks. You look great, too,” he said, avoiding staring at Jake in his bed for too long. “The shower is yours, if you want it.”

“Oh, I want it alright,” Jake said, slipping out of bed. He walked around to where Rafe was picking through clothes in hiswardrobe, searching for the right outfit to wear for a night out. As Rafe reached for a suitable shirt, Jake threw his arms around him and pressed the front of his body to Rafe’s back. “What do you say you and me grab some supper and then go for round two?”

Rafe’s heart sank. He twisted out of Jake’s embrace and headed for his bureau to find pants. “I can’t,” he admitted awkwardly. “I have a date tonight.”

“You what?” Jake demanded, suddenly fully awake and blinking.

“I have a date,” Rafe said, lowering his voice, as he picked through his top drawer, took out pants and socks, and moved to the bed to put them on. “I made it weeks ago, before you showed up.”

“Um, cancel it,” Jake said, as if that were obvious.

“Um, we’re not actually together,” Rafe fired back, imitating him. It was easier to fight off his guilt if he mirrored Jake’s attitude. “This between us is all a business arrangement. We’re engaged so you an get a visa, not because we’re in a deeply committed relationship that will last forever and a day.”

His insides twisted as he said that. It was meant to be banter, but it made him feel vaguely sick. It was a big, fat lie, and it was callous of him to play with Jake this way when they’d just gotten out of bed together. He was at a complete loss in the situation, though, and didn’t have the first clue how to act.

“And to think, I let you spank me,” Jake said, shaking his head like they were playing, although Rafe felt the glow of seriousness in him intensely.

He winced, stood, and went back to the wardrobe to get a pair of trousers. “It’s just a meet-up for drinks sort of thing. Steve and I set it up ages ago, before he went on a business trip to Singapore. I felt bad backing out of it. We’re meeting at a club in London, Cupid’s Arrow. It doesn’t mean anything. I’d be happyfor you to hang out with your friends without me, if you had any.”

He smirked as he added the last bit to his chain excuse, trying to make light of everything.

It worked. Jake’s quivering tension broke and he laughed. “Alright, I get it,” he said, thumping Rafe’s arm. “You can fake cheat on your fake fiancé in order to have a fake date in London. I don’t mind at all. It’s not like we’re actually together.”

Rafe’s attempt at a smile flopped spectacularly. Theyweren’tactually together. Saying it out loud shouldn’t have hurt so much.

“I’m sorry,” he said, putting on his trousers then sighing. He rubbed his hands over his face and moved to stand in front of Jake, who had sank to sit on the bed. “I don’t know what’s the right thing to do in this situation. I made the date with Steve ages ago, and I forgot about it. He was at the Renaissance Faire the other day and reminded me. I should have told him no, but he made me feel guilty.”

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