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“Is everything okay…?” I hear the flirty attendant gasp.
Raph turns his head toward the door, while I freeze. But after a second, he starts fucking my mouth again at a furious pace.
“What the fuck are you looking at? Keep your eyes off him. Get the fuck out,” he snarls at the attendant. I hear the door hurriedly closing, and Raph looks back at me, a devious smirk plastered on his lips.
“Nobody sees your lips full of cock. Only me.” He pulls on my hair, making my scalp sting, but I whimper in bliss. His possessiveness makes my heart jump inside my chest.
“I want your belly full of my cum. I want to see it slipping down your lips, running down your neck, covering the hair on your pecs. Fuck!” He rams his cock hard down my throat over and over, holding my head still.
The feeling of being used for his pleasure almost makes me nut inside my pants. But he’s the one coming. He shoots inside my throat and in my mouth, giving me more of himself. I swallow eagerly, all of it, with a happy smile on my face.
“You’re mine, too,” I whisper after he’s spent, my voice sounding gruff. I kiss the tip of his cock and lean into his caressing hand on my cheek. He suddenly yanks me up and lifts me, setting me on the counter. Then he pulls my aching dick out and takes it down his warm, tight, amazing throat in one go.
I scream, and my orgasm embarrassingly slams into me after two bobs of his head. While I’m coming, he sucks on my head avidly, making me moan or whimper—not sure what kind of sound leaves my lips. But it feels so damn good.
His face is suddenly in front of me. He opens his mouth and shows me the cum still covering his tongue and then he kisses me. I taste myself on him, and although it should make me cringe, it has the opposite effect. I grab his nape and push him closer to me, devouring him.
When our lips part, we’re both panting.
I blurt, “What if you get bored of me?” I blame my still foggy brain for my weak moment.
“Can never get bored of you. Ever,” he whispers warmly against my mouth.
“How can you be sure?” I ask, unconvinced by his pretty words.
“Can’t get bored of my arm, my lips, or my heart. It’s impossible. Irritated, fuck yes! But not wanting a part of myself anymore… not happening.” He grabs the side of my face. “You’re running in my fucking blood, Michael Caldwell. And I already told you, you’ll never get rid of me again.”
“You’re running in my blood, as well.” He’s technically in my stomach, but it feels the same to me. I touch his lips and close my eyes contentedly when his mouth kisses my fingers.
“I’m fucking starving. The food must be on the table already,” he says, pulling me down from the counter.
We are adjusting our clothes when I feel myself smirking. “The attendant sure got an eyeful when he opened the door.”
Raph gives an uncaring shrug at that, but I still feel kind of proud of myself. I’ve never been the exhibitionist type. But if witnessing our hot encounter helps to cease people’s coy attitude toward my boyfriend, I’ll suck his cock in every public toilet there is.
I turn to the sink. There’s mouthwash, disposable toothbrushes, floss, and more amenities on the counter. Gotta love high-class restaurants. I make myself presentable again, and then we return to our table. Raph sits next to me in the booth, but I’m only half-appreciating the feel of his side plastered to mine, because my eyes are fixed on the waitress who’s placing slice after slice of different kinds of cakes. There must be at least…fuck, too many for my post-orgasmic brain.
“What’s this?” I’m able to get out through my constricting throat.
“I chose this restaurant because they have twenty-one types of desserts on the menu and the pastry chef worked for three four-Michelin-star restaurants in the past.” At my stunned face, he adds, “You like cake.” Casually, like it’s an obvious conclusion. Then—just to make the moment even more tear-jerkingly perfect—he plants a sweet kiss on my temple.
Like the damn wild thing I’ve become, I pull his head down and attack his mouth, incapable of finding the right words to express the way my heart is bursting with joy. I crawl into his lap and keep kissing him, till my lips hurt and my stomach growls. We both laugh.
“I love you, Raph,” I tell him, catching how his breathing halts for half a second before going back to normal.
He kisses me; it’s much quicker and tender this time. And then we finally turn to the heavenly buffet in front of my eyes.
Best date ever.
Chapter 15
MICHAEL
On the way up to Raph’s apartment, I feel like I’m about to fall into a food coma. My stomach is going to explode, but all the sugar inside is giving me such a high that I can’t stop smiling. It might also have something to do with Mr. Hottie and the great date we had. I’m so happy, I unleash a wave of joyful babbling on him.
“I ate the two best things on earth tonight: you and pies. Can’t get better than this.”
“How about another taste of me?” He looks so sexy pulling me near his side, with a hint of a smirk on his lips and a promise of pleasure in his eyes.
