“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.
God, the heat. It was drawing him under, and Rafe was happy to drown in it.
“Naked, now.” He pulled Hop’s sweatshirt off and smoothed both palms down his dancer-fit torso. It was solid and sturdy, all dips and valleys carved from stone. Yet strangely, it appeared delicate and soft when he danced.
If someone would have told him a year ago that he’d become so taken with his former charge, he’d have laughed in their face. And yet, here he was.
There was nowhere else he’d rather be.
He couldn’t believe life had brought them here, that they’d managed to find their way back into each other’s lives. From the moment he’d told Lockwood that Hop was leaving the state to study, he’d held a singular goal and nothing had diverted him until now.
“Rafe, please.”
“I’ve got you.” He pinched Hop’s nipples and watched as they turned a deep rose. Then he sucked on the left, flicking his tongue around the pebbled bud and twisting it between his teeth. He lost track of time as Hop writhed beneath him, those keening moans becoming the background music to their erotic scene in Rafe’s mind. Eventually, he kissed his way south until he was rolling Hop’s tights down. The lacy briefs he uncovered were the stuff of carnal dreams. Rafe left them where they were and moved on to slip the sexy heels off Hop’s feet. As he did, he kissed each ankle.
When the last shoe hit the floor, Rafe rested on his heels and took in the sight.
Hop already looked debauched, perfectly pliant, and waiting for his master—wearing nothing but a strip of scant cloth that didn’t come close to keeping his erection contained. Hop’s cock stretched the delicate fabric, the smooth head, shiny from precome, almost reached Hop’s bellybutton.
“Ready to make a mess, pet?”
A small smile curled Hop’s lips. “Absolutely, sir.”
* * *
“Hands above your head,” Rafe said, petting Hop’s knees and thighs absently.
Hop complied, arching his back into the extension as if it were a dance move—a horizontal body wave, even his hips got in on the action. Rafe swooped down and nipped the soft skin of Hop’s scrotum. Hop squeaked at the sharp pain.
“My bed is not a stage.” Dom voice, full of authority and displeasure. “Stop trying to seduce me.”
Chastised, Hop put a muzzle on the performance.
“You don’t need to act sexy because you are sexy.” Rafe caressed him from elbows to nipples. “Just like this, you’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” He adjusted his position until he was straddling Hop’s hips, settling his weight on Hop’s cock. The snug fit of Rafe’s still-covered ass was a lewd torment, especially since he couldn’t thrust. Using his feet and knees, Rafe effectively restrained him. Even if Hop wanted to move, he couldn’t.
“Rafe, God.”
“Hush.” A big palm circled Hop’s throat. “Everything happens at my discretion.” Oh, fuck. Hop’s balls squeezed all on their own. He whimpered. “Begging will only prolong your suffering.”
Yes. Perfection. After the teasing in the car, Hop was already on the threshold of the weird golden floaty place and Rafe pushed him closer. Every muscle in Hop’s body went slack, except his cock. There was no killing it, not when Rafe was still on top of him and those deep brown eyes were hooded with desire.
“You’ll take whatever I give you whenever I give it to you.”
“Yes, sir.” Anything. Everything. For as long as possible.
Rafe bent forward until his face was close to Hop’s. His breath fanned Hop’s cheek. “It wasn’t a question.” His grip tightened as he pushed his tongue between Hop’s lips.
It wasn’t a kiss, exactly. More like an act of possession and dominance. The alpha wolf proving his power. If they were animals, Hop would be cowering at Rafe’s feet ready to be mounted.
Hell, fuck being an animal, Hop was ready to be mounted. Past ready.
He didn’t bother kissing Rafe back. It wasn’t his task at the moment. All he was required to do was take it. Take it all. Of course, nothing said he couldn’t enjoy every fucking minute.
“That’s it.” Rafe’s praise shouldn’t have made his toes curl, but it did. A pleased sigh even escaped his chest.
Using his thumb and pointer finger the way you did when shooting marbles, Rafe flicked Hop’s nipples. Pain shot through him but Rafe didn’t stop. Over and over again, he hit the bundle of nerves. Both nubs burned. The hurt deepened and twisted, reforming into a strange new pleasure that spread from those twin points.
Heat rose on every inch of Hop’s exposed skin and his peaceful space loomed ever nearer.
“Your agony is stunning, pet.” A swift lick to one nipple. It stung at first, but quickly morphed into a tide of euphoria. Then Rafe did the same to the other side and the feeling grew too big to repress. A guttural moan burst out of Hop without his permission.
“Good, let me hear you.” With his fingertips, Rafe scratched up Hop’s ribs and over his armpits. It tickled, but Hop forced himself not to squirm.
Rafe rewarded him with a smile and a peck before curling their fingers together. Rafe’s heavy body pressed Hop deeper into the mattress. Being pinned allowed Hop to fly.
“Jesus, I could come just like this,” Rafe said.
Hop tightened his fingers as Rafe nuzzled his hair and groaned.
“Yeah, you like turning me on so much I lose it, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“My little sex toy.” Rafe fumbled between their bodies, knuckles brushing Hop’s achingly desperate cock as he freed himself. He released Hop’s hands and crept closer so his knees were near Hop’s ears. “Open that pretty mouth.”
Rafe’s earthy taste exploded on Hop’s tongue as Rafe pushed between his lips. There was nothing gentle about how he used Hop then. His big hands tangled in Hop’s hair as Rafe fucked his face.
“Suck it good. Lick it like a fucking lollipop. Make me come.”
For Hop it was a torrent of stings and pinches and delicious yielding. He gave everything he had to the act, pouring all of his desire into bringing Rafe to completion. He needed Rafe’s orgasm more than he needed water or sunshine.
If he could be so good Rafe lost control, so good Rafe broke, then maybe he would earn the lasting possession he needed.
“Yeah, that’s right, use your tongue.”
They were both groaning then, Hop’s cut from somewhere deep inside and Rafe’s high and tight.
“Oh, fuck.” Rafe’s grip in his hair tightened, his thrusts faltered and a spurt of bittersweet come shot into the back of Hop’s throat. Greedily, Hop swallowed.
And swallowed. And swallowed, until a spent and exhausted Rafe collapsed on top of him and brought their mouths together in a lazy kiss.
“I love the taste of me inside of you,” Rafe said.
* * *
Rafe allowed himself a moment to enjoy the closeness, the warm and willing body under his and the way their breathing had synced. But Hop’s desperate whines were killing him. Actually, it was the way he whined, like he didn’t even know he was doing it, driving Rafe wild. So wild, in fact, that he’d veered from the plan. If he hadn’t, he never would have lasted once he got inside
Hop’s ass.
Even now, Hop couldn’t seem to quiet down. Every breath held a barely audible plaintive cry as if he were hurting and wanting and content all at once. Rafe dipped his head and grazed his teeth over Hop’s neck. The scent of strawberries was still there like a foundation, making the smell of sex and need a little sweeter.
“You deserve a reward,” he said. “What do you want?”
Hop turned his head so their gazes locked. “Sir?”
Backing away, Rafe traced a finger over Hop’s cheek. “Tell me what you want.”
A crease formed between Hop’s brows. “You, sir.”
He rose to pull off his shirt. “Just me?”
Hop hummed his answer, gaze engrossed by Rafe’s newly exposed chest.
“How?”
“However I can get you.”
“Christ, honesty is your strongest ammunition. You’re killing me.” He moved off the bed patting Hop’s side as he went. “On your belly.”
Sometimes the ease at which Hop took direction was overwhelming. Even the most professional subs hesitated occasionally. That was the point. Doms were supposed to push past boundaries to help subs reach new heights. What if he wasn’t doing that for Hop?
He wanted to be more than an orgasm factory. He wanted to be trusted with everything Hop had to give. He wanted to see Hop’s walls crumble, to find new horizons together.
Rafe toed off his shoes, then pushed his pants and boxers to the floor. Standing naked beside the bed, he considered Hop’s prone form. For some reason, it reminded him of the first time Hop submitted to him bent over the desk. The way he’d broken under Rafe’s hand. His sobs.
They’d pierced Rafe like a dozen gilded arrows.
“Before I fuck you, I’m going to spank you until you shatter. It’s your choice whether it’s hard and fast or soft and slow. Choose.”
Beneath the black lace, Hop’s ass flexed. It was a long moment before he spoke and his obvious uncertainty calmed Rafe.
“Hard and fast.”
Before Hop finished speaking, Rafe landed a hard swat to the fattest part of his left cheek. The force of it echoed in the room and was followed by Hop’s surprised shout. Rafe’s palm stung, but he cherished the burn.
He crawled back onto the bed and into position above Hop’s thighs, before hitting Hop again on the other side. He spanked Hop over and over again, changing it up with the goal of taking Hop by surprise. It took no time at all for Hop to start humping the mattress with a near constant groan, the muscles in his back and shoulders completely loose. Still, he didn’t crack.
“Come on, pet.” Rafe gave a series of quick smacks first to one side then the other, not stopping a beat. “Show me your tears. Give them to me.”
“I can’t,” Hop whispered.
“Why?”
“If I start now, I might never stop.” He sounded more distressed than ever before, like his world was crumbing because he couldn’t give Rafe what he wanted.
Rafe lowered to rest his forehead between Hop’s shoulders. “It’s okay, you’re okay. I’ve got you and I’m not letting you go, I promise.”
Hop sniffed, then hiccupped. Rafe leaned forward to see tears streaked down his painted face.
“That’s it, baby.” Rafe smoothed Hop’s hair from his face. “You are magnificent.” Hop’s lips trembled. “I know it was hard opening up for me.” Rafe kissed Hop’s cheek. He tasted the salty evidence of Hop’s courage. “Did I hurt you?”
“Yes.” A small hint of Hop’s usual attitude.
“Did you like it?”
“Yes.”
Rafe smiled at Hop’s grudging tone, and then kissed his ear. “Thank you.”
“Sadist.”
Satisfaction pumped through his blood, filling him with renewed confidence. He spent a good ten minutes showering Hop with comfort and affection, allowing them both time and space to recover. But soon, his arousal became distracting and Hop’s unending wiggle needed to be dealt with.
He rolled to his knees and kissed down Hop’s spine, lowering the waistband of those sinful briefs to expose Hop’s bruised ass. The first swipe of his tongue over the tender flesh had Hop hissing, the next had him moaning. Rafe guided Hop into lifting his ass enough for the briefs to be rolled to his ankles. The new position allowed Hop to spread his thighs and gave Rafe better access. He sucked Hop’s balls into his mouth and curled a hand between his legs to cup Hop’s cock.
Finding it hard and wet was a balm he hadn’t realized he’d needed.
More proof they were on the same page.
Using his mouth, he licked, sucked, and kissed Hop’s balls and hole while his hand held Hop’s erection and occasionally rubbed over the head. He didn’t have much experience rimming, a few of his early subs had liked it so he’d given it a try, but he’d never found it exciting. With Hop, it was different. There was a piece of him that wanted to devour Hop anyway he could. Mostly, it was the need to inspire those crazy-making sounds from him.
“God, fuck, Rafe.” Hop pushed back onto Rafe’s tongue. For once, Rafe let Hop take his own pleasure. The wanton abandon was too arousing to stop. Hop fisted the sheet, with his face pressed into the mattress to muffle his groans. When Hop’s cock dripped continuously and his balls lifted close to his body, Rafe stopped.
“No!” Hop cried and Rafe swatted him gently.
The lube and condoms were within reach, so Rafe grabbed both and suited up in short order. Hop stilled at the pop of the cap as expectation hung in the air between them. Rafe didn’t bother with more prep.
“Hard and fast, you said.” Rafe plunged in.
“Yes, sir,” Hop said between thrusts. “Fuck me, please.”
Rafe did.
Chapter Thirty-One
Head spinning, all Hop could do was hang on as Rafe slammed into him with the force of an angry bull, hitting his prostate every single time. Breathing became optional because his mind and body were focused solely on the overwhelming pleasure. Rafe was a tidal wave, bearing down on him. Powerful, masterful, and perfect.
Smacking sounds of skin against skin filled the room. Drips of Rafe’s sweat trickled down Hop’s spine, and he’d probably have finger-shaped bruises on his hips tomorrow. He hoped.
“Please, please, please,” Hop chanted.
“If you come without permission you’ll regret it.”
“Rafe, I need to.”
Rafe’s thrusts slowed to a stop.
“No, God, please can I come?” Hop wailed.
Rafe pulled out all the way and, using his grip on Hop’s waist, flipped Hop to his back. He tugged Hop’s underwear off and kneed open Hop’s thighs.
“No,” Rafe said, and then he held the lace around Hop’s throat and pumped in again.
The pace didn’t slow and now it was worse because he could look into Rafe’s face and see the determination barely masking his desire.
The restraint on his neck wasn’t much of one, but the added pressure around his throat was as good as a leash. It titillated and hooked him, bringing him even more fully under Rafe’s spell. The new position meant Rafe’s thrusts went deeper than before, the stretch burned but Hop contracted his muscles on Rafe’s every retreat.
With a groan, Rafe’s mouth clashed with his, all teeth and tongue. It was sloppy and wet and urgent. Delirious with need, balls full and aching, Hop lost all sense of time and place. All that existed was Rafe’s cock inside him so deep it touched his soul.
“Stay with me, pet.”
Always, Hop thought. For however long you’ll keep me.
Hop’s cock was trapped between their bodies. There was no way Hop could reach it. Not that he had the strength to do it, even if he could. How Rafe could keep up such a punishing pace for so long Hop couldn’t understand. It must have been at least forty minutes now. It felt like years that he’d
been stuck on the ledge between bliss and anguish. Only Rafe’s command kept him from tumbling off.
“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.
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