RARE (THEROCKAFELLABOYSSERIES#1)

Flavoured Condoms

Zoey Kagel

Luke hasn't left my side since getting home after saving the day. I can't put the panic I felt into words, expecting the absolute worst. A thousand bad thoughts entered my mind at once, feeling so overwhelming that all I could do was cry.

"You coming to bed?" Luke asks as he stands up from the sofa, sticking his hand up his jumper to scratch his stomach.

I switch off the television. "Yeah."

While I switch off the lights, he double checks he locked his apartment door. The bedroom is toasty warm and smells of fresh linen since he changed the sheets this afternoon.

Luke watches as I cross the room and tug the curtains, triple checking they're shut all the way. The weight of his footsteps catch my attention, along with his arms wrapping around my waist.

I kiss him lightly on the lips, savouring his taste until he cups my face and drags me in for a deeper one. My hands slide up his sides while he dips to suck on my neck, swiping his tongue all over my skin.

"I bought condoms," I blurt, mid-kiss.

A little thrown, he releases a fraction to study my face, then he grins. "I did too."

My cheeks go all hot. "Are yours flavoured?"

"No darlin'." There's a fond look on his face, lips tipping up at the edges.

"They looked fun," I justify.

"People use them for oral," he lets me know.

I nod. "Oh, I know. Well... I figured so, because what would be the point if you weren't tasting them?"

He breathes through his nose, lowering his head to kiss me again. "I don't know what I did to deserve you. Come 'ere."

My body is entirely his in this moment when he guides me towards the bed with his lips on mine. I fall back and he picks me up to throw me further towards the headboard. I'm laughing until he pulls his hoody over his head and grabs my hand to guide my fingers through the hair gathering on his lower stomach.

Our eyes connect as I let my nails scratch the surface, sending his eyes closed when he shifts closer to the movements. There's ridges from the muscles there, my fingers brushing the top of his lounge pants.

"Lay back, baby," he says in his deep, lyrical voice.

I follow his orders and welcome his tongue inside of my mouth, then he drags those kisses down my neck and chest when he unzips my exercise top. It's a loose one which is easy to remove, along with my pants.

"I need another taste," he growls, pushing my knickers to the side to lick inside where I need him the most.

My hips spring up and I reach back for the pillow, squeezing so hard my nails could pierce the fabric. Luke brings me over the edge quickly, slipping his finger inside of me to test the waters.

"You're not ready yet," he says, shuffling back up my body to suck on my nipples.

I'm not ready? I feel ready. Everything south is pulsing in time with the suckles his warm lips are giving me. And his finger keeps sliding in and out of me at a torturous pace.

"I'm ready," I mewl, creeping closer and closer to the edge.

He gently sinks his teeth and I fire off hard. My body shakes as the pleasure takes over every part of me. I lay back and try to catch my breath which is completely erratic. At the loss of his warmth, I listen out for him, sitting up at the crinkly sounds.