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)
“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty, it’s time to fuck.”
“Go away,” Hop said into the sheets.
Rafe swatted his ass lightly. “Your sixth is waiting.”
“You’re not serious.”
“I take challenges very seriously.”
Hop groused adorably. “It wasn’t a challenge. Please let me sleep.”
“After I fuck you into oblivion.”
“I can’t come again, I’m dead. You’d be fucking a corpse.”
Now Rafe was wide awake and charged with a bubbling energy that lit him up from the inside. He rolled to his knees. He straddled Hop’s hips and leaned forward, taking a fistful of Hop’s hair. He lifted Hop’s head with that grip while he slid his other hand around Hop’s throat.
“Who do you belong to?” he whispered into Hop’s ear menacingly.
There was a sexy little catch in Hop’s breath before he said, “You, sir.”
“That’s right. So what do you do when I want to fuck you?”
Hop didn’t answer with words, but he wiggled. Rafe got the message and moved. Hop bent his knees and arched his back, presenting himself. He was still flat on the bed, but now he was open and willing.
Even expectant.
“That’s a good pet.” Rafe smoothed an approving hand down Hop’s spine just to watch him quake. “Now let’s see if I can’t make a liar out of you, shall we?”
“Yes, sir.”
Rafe was sheathed and coated in short order. Miraculously, he’d gotten hard just by squeezing Hop’s jugular. But it wasn’t the steel-pole-hard he was used to, more like a water balloon, and it hurt too. His body would definitely be punishing him for the rest of the week.
But Hop’s pucker was gaping at him like a hungry little mouth and nothing in the world would keep him from that tight, hot paradise. He was as gentle as he could be, but Hop still mewled.
“Hush, I’ve got you.” Rafe stretched out on top of Hop’s back, pushing him into the mattress and surrounding him with his body. It was a slow, shallow grind and the whole time he kissed and nibbled Hop’s neck and ear.
“I love fucking you,” Rafe said between grunts. “God, you feel so good.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Rafe scraped his teeth across Hop’s shoulder. “Every time you call me sir, I lose my mind.”
Hop’s ass ruthlessly strangled his cock and a low moan escaped from the bottom of his chest, like the air was expelled from the deepest parts of his lungs. It was a never-ending incentive and it drove Rafe wild. This lazy, sleepy fuck would be the highlight of the entire night.
Rafe lost all sense of time as he moved against Hop. Each thrust brought them a little closer to the finish line, but it was such a gradual climb, the escalation didn’t register. They undulated together as if they were listening to the same song, their whole bodies pressed tightly and slick with sweat.
“Rafe,” Hop sighed. “Oh, God.”
“Let go. I’m right behind you.”
And then Hop came with short quiet gasps and no tension in his muscles whatsoever. It was such a peaceful orgasm, Rafe wouldn’t have believed he’d come except for the rippling muscles around his buried cock.
It was blissful, rolling over him until he succumbed to the pleasure. He clutched at Hop, face pressed into his hair, and rode the current as his body shuddered and spent. It was long moments before he disposed of the condom and cleaned Hop. By the time he was through, Hop was fast asleep, still on his stomach with his legs stretched out. Rafe climbed next to him, covered them with the duvet, and kissed Hop’s forehead.
“Liar,” he whispered.
* * *
“Will you tell me about your family?” Hop asked.
Rafe’s eyes were closed but Hop could tell he wasn’t sleeping. At some point over the past twenty minutes, Hop had rolled into Rafe’s side. Now he was perched on Rafe’s arm with his face tucked into Rafe’s neck. Pale rays of sun filtered through the windows. The room was warm and smelled of sex.
But Hop couldn’t sleep despite his physical exhaustion. He had to stay awake to enjoy every moment in this strange bubble while he could. Because soon the bubble would pop and reality would hit them hard. Rafe would realize Hop wasn’t worth the effort and disappear again.
“What do you want to know?” Rafe’s voice was rough from sleep.
“You mentioned your sister had an accident. What happened?”
Rafe exhaled. “She was a gymnast.” He paused and adjusted his pillow. “During a competition she lost her grip and fell. It caused severe nerve damage around her spine.”
Hop heard the pain in Rafe’s voice. He squeezed tighter. “How old was she?”
“Fifteen.”
“Fuck, so young?”
Rafe’s answering hum was broken. Hop didn’t know how to comfort him.
“She’s a fighter. You’d like her.”
He couldn’t let Rafe’s offhand statement sprout foolish wings. He was smarter than that. Theirs was not a meet-the-fam situation and never would be. For one thing, Hop’s mother associated Rafe with all the times Hop had acted out. If she knew where he was now she’d be convinced he was going to end up in the hospital again.