Mad & Marvelous Read online Elizabeth Varlet (Sassy Boyz #4)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sassy Boyz Series by Elizabeth Varlet
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
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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.


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