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)
“I’m gonna come, you with me?”
Fuck. Finally. “Yes, sir.”
“Give it to me.” Rafe lowered his forehead to Hop’s, maintaining eye contact.
His thrusts slowed but the force of them still knocked the air from Hop’s lungs. His orgasm felt like a hurricane just offshore, the expectation of its damage part of the pleasure. When it finally overtook him, the disaster was complete. His body jerked, his cock spilling its load, his throat raw from shouting. Then Rafe grunted his completion and sent another tsunami of pleasure through Hop.
Rafe kissed him again, this time sweet and satisfied. His smile was everything.
“Mess made,” he said.
Hop’s laugh was watery but nonetheless content.
They stayed like that, recovering, tangled together, slick with sweat and come. Rafe hadn’t even pulled out, but eventually his softening cock made moving necessary. He stood and tossed the condom in the wastebasket on his way into the bathroom, and came back with a warm wet washcloth.
“I need a shower,” Hop said.
“Later.” Rafe wiped him down starting with his face and neck and working his way all the way to Hop’s toes. When he was done, he dropped the dirty towel in the hamper and slid beside Hop. His muscular arm snaked around and pulled him closer until they were spooning.
“Rest for now,” he said. Not a minute later, he was snoring.
In the darkness, a single tear leaked from the corner of Hop’s eye. He felt safe, trusted, and cherished. It scared the shit out of him.
Because whatever this was, it was temporary.
* * *
Once again, Hop couldn’t sleep.
He listened to those quiet snores and couldn’t stop his worries from spiraling out of control. He was losing his mind.
And there was only one thing that could pull him out of it.
He turned to face Rafe, who grumbled in his sleep and rolled to his back. Rumpled sheets hid his cock from view, but Hop could make out the outline. He cupped it, testing the weight and thickness, wishing it was inside him. That stretch and burn would comfort him.
Even the distance of sleep was too much for him tonight. He needed to be near Rafe.
He pushed the bedding off and moved between Rafe’s legs to take his soft cock in his mouth. This wasn’t as good as getting fucked but at least he could think about something other than his own neediness. He swirled his tongue around the head and teased until a bead of precome rewarded him.
Rafe groaned sleepily and his thighs flexed under Hop’s palms.
“What are you up to?”
Hop hummed. He didn’t want to talk. If he opened his mouth, who knew what crazy confessions would come pouring out. He had too much to say and none of it would let him come out the other side intact.
To distract them both, he cupped Rafe’s balls and tightened his lips around the length of velvet steel in his mouth. He loved the way Rafe tasted. He’d become addicted to that spicy, earthy flavor the first time he’d sampled it. It was better than chocolate-covered strawberries and ice cream and marshmallows combined. He worked Rafe’s cock to get more.
Rafe’s hands gripped the back of his head, tangled in his hair, and his hips drove up.
“Fuck, if this didn’t feel so fucking amazing, I’d punish you for it.” Rafe’s harsh growl was exactly what Hop needed. He closed his eyes as some of his worries scattered like roaches in the light.
“It’s a good thing you know how to suck my cock, pet. Your ass is already bruised.”
Yes. His ass clenched.
“Maybe I’ll discipline you anyway, just for fun.”
Feeling so much better already, Hop increased his pace, milking Rafe’s cock. Rafe chuckled and groaned, caressing Hop tenderly. Fuck, yes, this was beyond compare, Hop wanted it to last forever, but Rafe wasn’t a robot.
His orgasm came too quick and even though Hop reveled in it, he was also sad it was over. How could he face the rest of the night? It stretched out in front of him endlessly. He licked Rafe clean then rested his head on Rafe’s chest, concentrating on the beating of his heart.
Rafe brushed hair off his face. “Feel better?”
Hop nodded.
“Me too.” Rafe was silent for so long, Hop thought he’d fallen back to sleep, but then he asked, “Why did you change your hair?”
Hop sat up to look at him. “I stopped trying to be what I thought Roland wanted.”
“Pink hair and heels, though?”
Hop flicked a lock. “It’s not always pink. Sometimes it’s teal or blue. I even went silver once. The heels came later, after I came out to Mom.”
“Blue, huh? I bet it matched your eyes.” Rafe rubbed his shoulder. “When did you come out?”
“Officially? About a year after you stopped coming to my rescue, but she figured it out long before then, probably around the time I asked to be Princess Ariel for my fifth birthday.”