Page 129 of Slew Foot
“Okay.” Rafe shot him a smile. “I won’t.”
He was so good it made Mickey want to cry. He deserved so much more than Mickey could give him right now.
Rafe even lifted his hips, resting on his elbows and getting his knees under him so there was no friction for him to use. He focused his sole attention on Mickey, sucking with dizzying eagerness.
It wasn’t long before Mickey came in his mouth with a hoarse groan and realized no, he was actually fucking dizzy from his stupid head.
It dulled some of the pleasure of his orgasm, reality crashing over him as everything around him lurched sickeningly.
“You’re not allowed to come tonight,” Mickey blurted out.
They’d talked about it. Rafe liked the idea of Mickey choosing how and when he came and he’d said he was totally fine with Mickey denying him sometimes.
But it felt like Mickey was cheating.
Not cheatingonRafe but cheating because it didn’t feel quite honest.
He should tell Rafe he felt worse, that he didn’t feel up to making sure Rafe had an orgasm tonight, but it was galling to have to admit that, and he didn’t want to see Rafe’s face fall.
He liked it better when Rafe was smiling at him like that, all eager and horny but sowillingto be good for Mickey. To do whatever he said.
I’m doing it for him, Mickey thought but the sudden twist in his stomach made him wonder.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Mickey’d had a bad night.
Rafe could tell that even before he’d opened his eyes. Some of that was because they’d both spent all night tossing and turning in their sleep.
Usually, Mickey was the big spoon even though he was shorter than Rafe. But not this morning. This morning, Mickey was curled up in a little ball facing away from him. Or, as little of a ball as a guy Mickey’s size could manage.
Rafe had a raging hard-on and a desperate need to come. It had been so hot when Mickey ordered him not to last night. It was why he’d tossed and turned. He’d been so keyed up, so restless and filled with eager energy.
But the erection pressing against Mickey’s hip seemed less important than the groan Mickey let out when he rolled onto his back, clutching at his head before looking at Rafe.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Rafe asked, rubbing his eyes. He cursed himself because he fuckingknewwhat was wrong.
Mickey grunted, throwing one arm over his eyes. “Nothing.”
“Yeah, okay,” Rafe scoffed, glad Mickey couldn’t see the face he was making.
But, of course, Mickey couldn’t hear him either.
Rafe rose on one elbow and gently tugged Mickey’s arm out of the way. When Mickey’s eyes fluttered open, he said, “Hey, don’t shut me out.”
“I …” Mickey’s face fell. “I didn’t mean to.”
“I know.” Rafe dropped his head, pressing a kiss to Mickey’s pec. He smelled warm and familiar, and Rafe loved him, but he had a feeling what he was about to say wasn’t going to go over well. “It seems like you’re not feeling so hot.”
“The vertigo is bad,” he rasped.
“Too bad to fool around, right?”
A bunch of expressions crossed Mickey’s face too fast for Rafe to read. “Yes. Sorry. I know this sucks for you.”
“Uhh,” Rafe said, because he wasn’t sure how to answer or what to say to make this better. “I mean, sure. You know I like it when you order me to do stuff. And ordering me tonotcome last night was totally hot. But I get it if you don’t feel up to doing anything this morning.” He shrugged.
“Iwantto.”
