Runner (Riders of Apollo #3)

Chapter Thirty-Six: Mika Sage

I quite happily follow an enthusiastic Raphael back to our house. I did try and ask him where our child is considering he's not coming with us but he just winked at me and forced me onto my bike without another word.

Sketchy motherfucker.

I get into the house seconds after Raphael and find myself slammed against the door immediately. We just stare at each other with our chests heaving with every pant. I reach up and trace his face with my fingertips, trying to remember every part of him after being separated for so long.

He returns the favour but not with my face. His hands quickly find themselves at my belt, gently touching the skin above my jeans and yanking me towards him with a sneaky look on his face. I bring him down for a slow kiss, biting and licking his lips before pushing my way into his mouth.

He responds in kind, his tongue moving against mine in a slow dance that riles me up. "Fuck." He hisses as he presses close enough to me to feel everything. "Upstairs." He manages to force out before dragging me up the stairs and throwing me into the bedroom.

His tongue finds it's way back into my mouth but this time I have him pressed up against a wall and his shirt ripped down the middle so that I can run my hands over his torso. I wince at the feel of his new scars and Raphe pulls away to comfort me with soft touches to my face and neck. "I will torture Bainbridge for what he did to you." My voice is a hurt growl as I caress the large scar going from just below his chest to the top of his jeans.

"I don't doubt it." He is breathless, panting as he grinds against me in a way that has me seeing stars. I pin him to the wall and he groans into my mouth before I start littering kisses down his neck to leave massive hickeys and lick every scar I can see.

He demands more with grasping hands and small cries of anger. I make it to my knees and look up at him, he seems about ready to collapse, completely mouldable to my touch as I unbuckle his belt and pull his jeans off.

I bite down on his thighs and he reaches out to grip my hair as he moans my name. God I've fucking missed this. "Ossito, stop teasing me."

"Slow down, Raph. It's been a long fucking time and I want to savour this." I start to salivate as the boxers reach the floor with his jeans. I take him in my mouth and he drives up with a cry. I force his hips back against the wall and continue to tease him. I wrap my mouth around the head and lick it before taking it all the way down when Raphael rolls his hips and curses in Spanish.

I take it slow, enjoying every time he pushes all the way in. Raphael shows his appreciation by moaning loudly and almost smashing a hole through our wall. I reach up and caress his abs with one hand while the other cups his balls and he shouts loudly as he cums.

He drags me up seconds after I finish swallowing and attacks my neck with fervour. Leaving open mouthed kisses and love bites across the surface. He manages to get my shirt off without ripping it and bites at my nipples causing ripples of pleasure pain to radiate across my body.

Holy fuck have I missed this.

He removes my jeans without removing his mouth from mine and digs his nails into my ass to bring me closer to him while his tongue drives me crazy. "Now who is teasing." I whisper against his lips and his smirk just confirms his intentions.

This is gonna be torture.

He drags his hands down my skin and pushes me back until I hit the bed with a gasp of breath. He looms over me and begins to lick the grooves of my muscles while grinding against me. I am ready to bust right now and all he's done is kiss me.

He feels perfect against me. I couldn't imagine anyone else's hands or lips on me. He fulfils my every need and I fulfil his.

Without warning, he rolls me onto my front and gives my back the same treatment. I groan in contentment as his teeth bite into my ass and his hands move on their own accord. One moves to grip my throat and the other moves to grip my dick and he moves in slow, agonising motions.

I practically beg him to do something other than this but he throws my own words back at me and continues the endless, perfect torture. I start to get lightheaded as he bites at my throat that his hand is still gripping, I don't dare move. I can feel his chest pressed against my back, his legs entwined with mine and his dick pressed against my ass but he doesn't do anything but kiss me.

He turns my head and plunges his tongue back into his mouth. I know what it means. He's claiming me, deep and heavy, viciously really and I take in every second of it without flinching. This man is my everything and I try and convey that in the kiss, he does the same.

He grabs the condoms and the lube from the bedside table. I hiss as the cold substance touches me and Raphe warms it with his hands. I turn into a panting shivering mess as he presses his chest against my back and bites my shoulder, he moves in a gentle manner and my breaths become laboured as I wait for him to act.

He works me with his fingers first and my arms start to shake as I cry out for him. He thrusts in and I fall forward to press my head against the pillow with a content sigh. Fucking finally. The air is pushed out of my lungs as he moves, my skin on fire and my toes curling as he picks up speed.

I swear a lot as he hits me right where I need him. Raphe falls forward and I can feel his sighs against my ear and I shiver as his moans vibrate through his chest and spark against my skin. His hand finds its way between my thighs and grabs my erection, moving in time with each thrust as they get faster and rougher.

"More." I rasp and Raphael obliges. He drives himself deeper and I shake underneath him, using my noodle arms to press up to him, our bodies slapping against each other in a perfect rhythm.

He pushes me further into the bed, flattening me and fucks me wildly, mumbling in Spanish as he drives us both to the edge and back. His orgasm triggers mine and he falls on top of me, I laugh during the come down and drag him down beside me. His cocky little grin is just another thing I fell in love with and I can't imagine my life without this idiot.

"I fucking missed you." He declares, running his hands over me again and I grab him to bring him closer to me.

"I was so scared. I can't lose you, ever. I wouldn't survive."

"I'm not going anywhere." He reassures me and strokes my cheek.

His grin just shows me that the night is not over yet and I'm quite happy about it.