Page 155 of Slew Foot
“You’re sweet enough,” Mickey said with a soft laugh. He set the plate with the unfinished slices on the nightstand, then stretched out over Rafe’s body.
“Yeah? You feel up to this?” Rafe asked, somehow looking both eager and worried.
“I’ve got some whooshing going on,” Mickey admitted. “And I’m a little dizzy. If I get worse, I’ll tell you, okay?”
“Okay,” Rafe agreed.
Mickey threaded his fingers through Rafe’s, stretching his arms overhead as he kissed him. He tasted of cinnamon and plum and Mickey plundered his mouth for more until Rafe was moaning and squirming underneath him.
When he sat back, the world didn’t go totally swimmy in front of his eyes, so he reached for the cuffs and lube in the nightstand.
“Yeah?” Rafe asked, his eyes lighting up.
“Yeah,” Mickey said with a grin. “I think it’s about time.”
Rafe sighed happily as Mickey carefully fastened them around his wrists and checked to be sure they were comfortable and not too constricting.
“If you don’t like them, all you have to do is tell me to stop and I’ll undo them,” Mickey promised him.
“They feel great,” Rafe said, wiggling a little. “But I will. Besides, I know you’ll always look out for me.”
That was certainly true, Mickey thought as he stripped Rafe’s shorts and underwear off and settled between Rafe’s spread thighs. But Rafe had also been looking out forhimlately and that meant more to Mickey than he could ever put into words.He’d have to find them someday. He’d have to tell Rafe what his support meant, but right now, there were other ways to speak. Other ways to show Rafe what he meant to him.
Mickey began by slicking his fingers and toying with the rim of Rafe’s hole.
He let out a happy moan, squirming a little as if trying to encourage Mickey to push inside.
“Behave,” Mickey chastised, lightly slapping his inner thigh.
Rafe shivered. “Okay.”
He held very still for a few minutes as Mickey rubbed and teased at his opening. But by the time Mickey slid a finger inside, he was moaning louder, his hips rising and falling with every gentle thrust Mickey made inside.
And he really went wild when Mickey grazed his prostate with the pad of his middle finger.
“Oh fuck,” Rafe said, his abs tightening. “Close! Close!”
Mickey eased off.
Rafe shuddered. “Sorry. Just super on edge today.”
Mickey gave him a wicked little grin. “You say that like I don’t love taking you to the edge over and over again.”
Rafe whimpered.
“I think maybe I need to invest in some new restraints though,” Mickey said as he corkscrewed his fingers in and out of Rafe’s body. “Something that’ll keepallof your limbs tied down.”
Rafe gave Mickey a heavy-lidded look from under his lashes that made him chuckle.
Mickey continued to open him up, drinking in the eager rise and fall of Rafe’s hips, the sweet, clinging heat of his body.
Rafe was beautiful to look at. Incredibly sexy with his dark hair and dark stubble. With the cut of his hips and the ridged muscles of his abdomen, he looked like a statue hewn from a single slab of stone, lovingly carved and honed.
It was heady having someone like Rafe stretched out on their bed cuffed and helpless underneath him. Rafe was so big, so solidly built. Mickey thought of the power in his strides as he skated across the ice, the force he used to flatten opponents against the boards.
All of that power leashed, for Mickey.
If Mickey told Rafe to do something he would. He’d do it without hesitation. With the ultimate trust Mickey would lead them both where they wanted to go.
