Rafe ignored him like he would a table and went directly to the modern fireplace. Flames roared to life and a wave of heat washed over Hop’s exposed skin. He sank deeper into the softness at his back. Now orange light flickered in the room, and the shadows that had sheltered him before were gone. His asshole clenched once, hard, desperate and greedy.
His eyes betrayed him, as usual. They kept darting between the window and Rafe and the fire.
Rafe’s grin was devilish. There was no other word for that predatory glee. “I don’t have blinds in here, so don’t bother asking.”
Hop swallowed. “I wasn’t going to.”
“Good.”
He met Rafe’s gaze and bit his lip at the gleam in those dark depths. Rafe lowered to his knees and traced a finger from the head of Hop’s cock all the way to his pucker.
Hop groaned and a shot of fresh precome landed on his abs.
“Oh, this is going to be too easy.” Rafe’s laugh was sheer triumph. He cupped Hop’s balls in his big hand. “Look at you, already about to burst.” Tug. Twist.
Hop panted and tipped his head back.
“What a picture you make, so expectant and wild, if we have an audience they won’t want to look away.” Rafe’s wicked hand moved to his cock and polished the head with precome—round and round and round, never touching anything else.
“Bastard.” Hop’s body was a livewire, arcing and shooting sparks from every cell.
Again with the self-satisfied laugh. “You’re lucky I have something to prove, otherwise I might tease you all night and drive you to work with a butt plug in your ass and strict instructions not to come.”
Hell, but that sounded like paradise.
The snick of a cap tore through the night, followed by the unmistakable sound of lube squirting. Then Rafe’s slicked-up fingers were at his asshole, pressing and rubbing and circling in the most maddening way. If he’d been a cartoon character, his tongue would have been hanging out.
“Just fuck me already!”
A stinging swat landed on his ass cheek. Hop squeaked.
“Keep talking to me like that and I’ll forget all about the game just to teach you a lesson.” Rafe’s voice was all rumbly and deep, and it vibrated every point of contact.
“Sorry, sir,” Hop said just as Rafe’s finger penetrated him so the last word came out on a sigh.
“Better.” Iceberg slow, that exasperating finger twisted deeper and deeper until Rafe’s knuckles brushed his balls. Rafe worked it, in and out, over and over again until Hop lost count. His head spun and he gave up any effort to urge Rafe along, accepting whatever he was given.
As soon as he relaxed into Rafe’s touch, another finger pushed alongside the first, and the burning stretch shot firecrackers up his spine to the roots of his hair.
“Thank you, sir.”
Rafe’s reply was a praising sound that turned Hop’s belly to a quivering mess.
There was another squirt of lube, another finger, more stretching. For someone who wasn’t one hundred percent gay, Rafe had reached expert level in the art of anal teasing. He brushed Hop’s prostate on every thrust but never lingered long enough to satisfy. By the time Rafe freed himself from the confines of his slacks and got sheathed and slick, Hop was a vibrating mass of raw nerves.
“Breathe out,” Rafe said.
“I know.” He couldn’t help the snap.
Rafe’s eyebrow shot up and he froze with the tip of his girth poised for entry.
“Sorry, God, but fuck me, please.” He wanted to grab Rafe’s ass, to pull him in, to arch his back and slam himself onto Rafe’s length, but he was pinned by his own legs. “Please, sir.” He didn’t care that it came out a sob.
“I like it when you beg.” Rafe slammed into him.
“Yes.”
Rafe fucked him hard and rough—pounding him into the soft carpet until he might as well have become part of the decorations. The sounds of their flesh smacking together filled the room right along with the grunts and pants and Hop’s high-pitched keening.
Oh fuck, it was mind-bogglingly good. Like stellar.
His head spun, and there was no use trying to hold on to anything resembling sanity.
Rafe adjusted his hold to grip Hop’s ankles and rubbed his face on the soft suede of his heel. That small act caused his heart to squeeze and stole the air from his lungs more surely than the power of Rafe’s thrusts. He slammed his eyes shut to block out the view and put a leash on the tenderness that wanted to reach out and snake around Rafe’s strong shoulders.
Just sex. Just sex. Just sex.
Then the bastard went and licked Hop’s foot and nibbled at the straps with a purr so deep it seemed ripped right from his gut. Hop’s eyes popped open to witness Rafe’s unmasked pleasure.
He didn’t care if it meant he’d get punished later, he needed to feel Rafe’s skin. He needed to touch that strength to know it was real. He let go of his own ass and clutched at Rafe’s back, pulling him closer, tighter, deeper.
“Don’t you dare come before me.” Rafe released Hop’s legs and rested more weight onto him.
Hop’s cry was a complicated blend of complaint and approval. Rafe drove him crazy.
He hated that he fucking loved every minute of it.
“Damn,” Rafe said, “you’re gorgeous with my dick buried inside you.”
“I’m always gorgeous.”
Rafe bit his jaw, scraping his teeth along Hop’s skin. “I’m gonna fuck that smart mouth right off you by the end of the night.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Rafe’s eyes rolled back, his head followed, and a roar split the heavy air. Rafe’s thrusts stuttered as his body tensed. Deep inside, his cock jerked. Hop had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from shooting his own load. The sight of Rafe coming was fantasy come to life.
When it seemed like every ounce of bliss was wrung out of him, Rafe collapsed onto Hop, his arms forming a cocoon around Hop’s head with his hands in Hop’s hair.
“I give you permission,” Rafe said, flexing his hips to lodge his still-hard cock deeper.
Like a flood had been released from a dam, Hop’s orgasm swept over everything, destroying barriers and obstacles so thoroughly it was as if they’d never existed. Rafe held him through it, whispering encouragements and pressing sweet kisses to his sweaty temple.
When it was over, Hop was broken into a million pieces.
And his resolve to keep this light was in just as many shards.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Rafe breathed deep and got a lungful of strawberries.
“Fuck,” he said when his cock twitched inside Hop’s snug ass. Valiant, but useless. He was on the losing end of his thirtieth year and he’d lost the ability to keep an erection after he came. Still, his cock tried. Hard.
He’d known fucking Hop would be amazing. He had not expected it to get under his skin so fast or be quite so addicting. He levered himself up and took in his handiwork with pride.
Hop blinked up at him, dazed and flush, hair spread out in a pastel halo. His legs were hooked around Rafe’s waist, and those killer stilettos dug into the backs of his thighs. He imagined the marks they’d leave and bit down on the grin that wanted to split his face.
“One down, five to go.” Rafe swiped his fingers through the sticky pool of come on Hop’s stomach as satisfaction filled his veins.
“Too early to gloat.”
Jesus, he sounded drugged and was still full of attitude. It made Rafe want to fuck him all over again.
He brought a come-coated finger to his mouth.
It wasn’t the first time he’d tasted the jizz of another man, he’d tried his own once too, but it was the first time it tasted like fucking ambrosia.
He held the base of the condom with two fingers and reluctantly pulled out
of Hop as gently as possible. Standing might as well have been an extreme sport with the way Rafe huffed and grunted, but he managed to get to his feet. Pulling the latex off, he crossed to the kitchen to toss it in the trash. When he returned, Hop was exactly where he’d left him. Rafe tucked his limp dick back into his slacks and zipped up.
“Clock is ticking,” he said, holding out a hand.
Hop slipped his long fingers into Rafe’s. He was as wobbly as a baby giraffe on those heels. Rafe kneeled.
“What are you doing?”
“Hold still.”
The silver clasp was so dainty Rafe struggled to unfasten it with his clumsy fingers, but he managed and pulled it off Hop’s foot. He did the same to the right, before he rose to lead Hop down the hall.
In the small bathroom, he flipped on the overhead light and turned on the shower.
“Wash up.”
“You’re just going to stand there?”
“For now.” He leaned against the sink and folded his arms. “Does it bother you?”
Hop stepped under the spray and squirted body wash into his hand. “Yes.”
“Good.”
Rafe seized this opportunity to admire Hop’s naked form for the first time. He was slim but solid. His muscles were chiseled, but not so hard they distracted from his grace. He had long calves and bony ankles. It was his long neck and generous ass that made him special, though. Both were works of art.
The first invoked all kinds of possessive instincts. It was practically designed for a collar. The second, well, it was created to be swatted.
Clearly rushing, Hop skipped all his naughty bits, angling his body away from Rafe. Rafe tsked, loosened his tie and pulled it off. His shirt went next. He toed off his shoes and pushed off his slacks and boxers in one smooth move. He was naked and crowding into the shower before Hop finished shampooing his hair. It was a tight fit, but the limited space gave him an excuse to press against Hop’s back.
“You missed a spot.”
Hop yipped and tried to open his eyes but suds were already running down his face. He wiped at them but it made no difference.
“Don’t move.” Rafe nipped Hop’s ear because he could. He rinsed the soap from Hop’s face with the detachable showerhead. When he was done he applied conditioner, massaging it into Hop’s skull all the way to the ends of his colorful hair.
Hop made a strangled moan. “You are too fucking good at that. Maybe you missed your calling as a hairdresser.”
Rafe twisted the long locks and wrapped them into a bun on the top of Hop’s head. “I used to help my sister wash her hair after her accident.” He froze. He’d just shared something personal with a lover.
He’d never done that before.
“I didn’t know you had a sister. I keep thinking you were hatched from a pod.” Humor colored Hop’s voice.
Rafe’s heartbeat grew erratic. Why wasn’t he closing down like usual, pushing his lover into the neat little cube of temporary pleasure? Why wasn’t he distancing himself with every action? Why the hell did he want to share these little details with Hop?
He had no fucking idea.
“Uh, yeah, one sister and two brothers. No pods involved.” Shaking the weird moment off, he focused on the expanse of wet naked skin under his hands. He’d come in here for a reason.
“Younger?”
Rafe hummed his answer distractedly, turned Hop, and then grabbed the body wash. With a nice-size dollop in his palm, he circled Hop’s semi-hard length and gave it a few light strokes. It grew and stretched under his ministrations. Hop arched his back, pushing himself into Rafe’s fist.
“Spread your legs.”
No hesitation this time, Hop’s stance was wide and gave Rafe all the access he needed to wash Hop’s balls and behind them as far as he could reach. With sure and steady fingers, he caressed all that smooth skin until it was a sudsy, soapy heap.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” Hop said when Rafe did exactly that.
“Not done yet. Turn around with your hands on the wall.” Hop groaned as he complied and stuck his ass out for Rafe in invitation. “That’s a good pet,” he said, and hoped like hell Hop was too distracted by his own lust to hear the trace of affection in Rafe’s voice.
Just to make sure, Rafe went to work on orgasm number two, jerking Hop’s length while he fingered him until Hop spilled his seed and it swirled down the drain at their feet.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Hop couldn’t be sure exactly how he’d gone from standing in Rafe’s shower to reclining in the bed.
But there he was.
The only logical explanation was that Rafe had carried him, but the idea sent the tap dancers in his stomach into overdrive so he chose to ignore reality.
Besides, Rafe was toweling himself dry at the foot of the bed and the view was too magnificent to focus on anything but the sculpted plains of Rafe’s torso and the dark trail of hair leading from his bellybutton down to the bush of pubes.
“Keep looking at me like I’m your favorite guilty pleasure and you’ll have a throat full of me soon enough.”
“Not much of a threat...sir.”
Rafe’s cock bounced and he tossed the towel to the floor. “No?” He stalked forward with a confident swagger.
Hop shook his head, eyes still glued to all that tan flesh and muscle. God, Rafe looked like a gold medalist with a body like that. In a suit, he was devastating. Nude? It was a wonder Hop’s heart didn’t stop working altogether. Rafe grabbed his ankle and pulled, dragging Hop to the end of the bed, then flipped him to his stomach. Hop landed on the bed with a huff of shock.
Being manhandled should not press all of his buttons.
“Up on your knees.”
Hop complied, kneeling on the mattress with his cheek pressed into the soft duvet.
Rafe tapped the inside of his thighs. “Wider.”
As flexible as he was, Hop could do a split if Rafe wanted. For now, he lowered until the tip of his length kissed the sheets. No doubt he looked like a wanton, willing pixie-slut. He pressed his face into the fabric, but knew he couldn’t hide the flush of pleasure from Rafe. The guy was too observant. And there was no way Rafe would let him get away with hiding anyway.
So, basically, it was heaven.
Hop floated in this hazy dreamy place between orgasms and afterglow, caught up in the freedom of knowing none of it was his choice. All he had to do was receive whatever Rafe gave him. It was such a euphoric feeling that he barely registered the shift in the room.
Then Rafe tongued his hole and Hop was forced from the clouds straight into fire so fast it left his whole body quaking. Oh fuck, that tongue.
He made a strangled gurgling noise that at any other time would have killed him with embarrassment, but now it was one hundred percent appropriate. Rafe’s big palm came down hard on his ass, and the warm sting drew his balls up. Then Rafe smacked the other cheek so hard, Hop’s tip pressed into the duvet. Hop retreated only to encounter Rafe’s wicked mouth more completely. It was a back and forth, sheet to mouth, mouth to sheet and that dual assault skyrocketed the pleasure.
God, the sounds Rafe made. He was an animal at a feast, all growls and greed. The rub of his five o’clock shadow on Hop’s tender skin only added to the erotic tableau. Both of Rafe’s hands gripped Hop’s ass and squeezed so hard they pinched.
Hop clutched the sheets tighter and drove his ass onto Rafe’s invading tongue. He came with a desperate cry as soon as Rafe touched his cock. Before he could take a breath, he was thrown onto his back. Rafe scrambled up the bed, straddled his head and shoved his cock down Hop’s throat.
“Swallow it all.” Rafe grunted, fucking Hop’s face and pulling his hair until it stung.
Hop’s eyes watered and his pulse raced, but he reveled in the violence and Rafe’s frantic energy. It pumped adrenaline thro
ugh his system. He couldn’t get enough.
Rafe’s length choked off his air supply, but Hop didn’t fight because he was floating again, back up high in the clouds. The only thing tethering him to earth was Rafe’s hands in his hair.
* * *
Rafe groaned as the tail end of his orgasm shuddered through him. He hadn’t meant to do that, but...fuck...
A guy could only take so much before he exploded.
He sat back on his haunches, staring down at his limp cock resting on Hop’s cheek, a dribble of spunk and spit smeared near the corner of his mouth. Those insanely long lashes fluttered like he was in a fugue state, and a pleased smile curled his full lips. Rafe’s heart kicked hard, skidded to a halt, tripped over itself, then quickly sped away.
Shit.
Hop looked remarkably pure and, at the same time, lewd—a virgin and a whore. The vision was as potent as anything Rafe had ever experienced. But it was the satisfaction that got to Rafe most. He’d seen Hop in compromising situations before, but not once had he ever looked so fucking serene. Seeing him like that now made Rafe feel about thirty feet tall.
If he wasn’t careful, putting that look on Hop’s face could become a habit.
What he wouldn’t give to be able to kiss that smiling mouth and taste himself on Hop’s tongue. He wanted to know how well they mixed. He had a feeling it was intoxicating. He wiped his thumb across Hop’s bottom lip, swiping the gooey goodness and licking it off. It was as close as he was going to come to what he sought.
Better than nothing.
He brushed his fingers through the roots of Hop’s hair, and then moved to lie on his back next to him.
“Still with me, pet?”
Hop hummed and curled into him. There was no choice. Rafe folded his arm around Hop’s shoulders. He should get a bottle of water and make him drink it. He should massage any soreness from his muscles, but hell if he wanted to move. It felt too good having Hop, who was usually so defensive, actually drop his guard to cuddle with him.
That was a problem.
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