Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
The groaned reply seemed ripped from Hop’s depths. “I am.”
“You’re my beautiful slut.”
“Only yours.”
Rafe’s fist tightened around Hop’s cock reflexively. “Very good.”
They came to a stop at another light. Rafe looked over and found Hop gaping at the driver of the next car, eye to wide eye. The guy couldn’t see below the window, but he must have recognized the mixture of embarrassment and lust on Hop’s easy-to-read face, because he lifted an eyebrow and gave Rafe a nod. Then he looked down, said something, and a woman lifted her head from his lap. Her lips were puffy and her eyes were huge.
“Must be a full moon.”
“Fuck.” Hop clawed Rafe’s forearm as a surge of precome seeped from his slit. If he’d needed more proof of Hop’s exhibitionist bent, that would have been it.
The light changed and Rafe turned at the next intersection.
“Next time you’ll blow me and I’ll make you look into the face of every driver we pass so they can see how well you serve.”
“Rafe, I’m gonna—”
Rafe shoved his hand between Hop’s thighs and grabbed his balls. “You better not.”
Hop slammed his head back into the headrest, his jaw tightened, and his gaze shifted to Rafe’s. Whatever he found there must have been enough, because his panicked panting quieted and his body slowly relaxed.
Damn amazing. Rafe knew for a fact that he wouldn’t have been able to hold back if he’d been so close. It took restraint and practice. Most of all, a will of iron so strong your mind could overpower the body’s natural urges.
“Do you edge?” The idea of Hop spending hours riding the crest of pleasure would definitely be his next spank-bank fantasy.
“Sometimes.”
Yeah, Rafe figured. He’d be using this new information during future play, for sure. After that, Rafe continued stroking Hop’s length, but it was lazy and not meant to arouse. He simply enjoyed the feel of Hop in his hand; the weight and thickness of his cock was the best anti-stress device available. Even with the extra traffic, it didn’t take more than thirty minutes to arrive at his apartment building. The underground parking garage was deserted as he pulled into his reserved spot.
“I wish I could have you walk through the building like that,” Rafe said, adjusting himself and studying Hop. “But that would be public indecency, and spending a night behind bars would ruin my plans. So you’d better cover up, for now.”
Like waking from a dream, Hop nodded. His movements were jerky, not his usual grace. Rafe had to help him out of the car because he was so unsteady he seemed drunk. Why Rafe gloried in that, he couldn’t say, but it made him walk with his chest puffed out.
Luckily, no one was in the elevator with them and they made it into Rafe’s apartment quickly. His patience was running low. He locked the door behind them and turned to kiss Hop.
He combed his fingers through Hop’s hair, over his shoulders, down his back to take Hop’s ass cheeks in his palms. Right there in his entryway, without any lights on, he spent long minutes grinding their cocks together and feasting on Hop’s mouth. When the contact wasn’t enough, he picked Hop up. Hop’s legs automatically circled his waist. The new position brought their erections side-by-side. He hadn’t come from an over-the-clothes frot since he was a newbie Dom, but he was close to doing so now.
“Why are you so fucking delicious?” Rafe asked between kisses.
“Lots of vitamin C and regular yoga.” Aroused and half-delirious, Hop was still sassy.
Rafe rested his forehead on Hop’s shoulder, laughing. “Vitamin C, huh?”
“Mmm, fruits are good for the complexion. Plus, they make your come sweeter.”
“Yours is definitely on the sweet side.”
“Fruit, it does a body good.”
Still laughing, Rafe carried Hop into his bedroom. Shadows played over every surface, the only light coming from the large windows.
“You should be the new marketing director for the department of health,” Rafe said, lowering Hop to the mattress.
“I would, but I already have three jobs.”
Rafe kissed and sucked Hop’s neck and jaw. “Three?”
Legs still wrapped around Rafe, Hop dug his heels into the backs of Rafe’s thighs. He hummed in agreement, clearly more focused on the pleasure than the conversation.
“You work at the department store and you dance, what’s the third?”
“Being yours.” It was said without a trace of artifice, not playfully or as if he meant to turn Rafe on. No, just a fact. Being yours. A job, taken as seriously as the other two. Important. Meaningful. Something worth Hop’s time and effort and dedication.
Rafe closed his eyes. He was surprised how pleased he was.
Never had he felt such possessive need for anyone before Hop, never had he wanted more, more, more—so much more it was daunting to think about. He couldn’t put a name to the intense feelings swamping him right then, not when Hop was thrusting up and mewling softly.