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)
Hop squeezed his eyes shut. “Shit.”
“Make it good, pet.” Rafe reclined with his hands behind his head watching their reflections in the mirrored ceiling, too curious to see what Hop would do next.
“Can I pull up my pants?” Hop asked, with his eyes still closed.
“No. I like looking at your cock, hard and aching for me.”
Hop sucked his cheek. Rafe grinned.
It was another minute before Hop finally shuffled forward, took Rafe in hand, and leaned in to rub the length over his face. They both groaned. Then Hop’s tongue swirled around Rafe’s crown, tentatively exploring.
Rafe was cut and thick and straight. When hard, his cock reached his belly button. Watching Hop’s eyes roll back as he worked filled Rafe with this crazy need to strut around like a peacock. Yes, his dick did that to Hop. It made him delirious.
Shit, he was a God among men because Hop worshiped him.
Rafe didn’t fight the intense hunger that swept through him, spreading his knees wider and thrusting up into Hop’s mouth to seek more of that lava-like heat. Fuck, but he wanted to be deep, deep inside. So deep he’d feel Hop’s heartbeat echo his own. So deep he’d leave his mark and Hop would have to carry it around like a badge of honor.
Hop looked up through his lashes, pupils blown wide, glitteringly bright, and full of untamed desire. With those blue eyes, Hop begged. And the thing that got to Rafe most, was the certainty Hop didn’t even know what he was asking for, just that Rafe could give it to him.
Rafe tangled his fingers in Hop’s hair, not holding him down so much as guiding him, anchoring him. Giving him purpose.
It was all Hop needed. Purpose.
“Stop teasing,” Rafe said, flexing his hips. Hop’s lashes fluttered closed and then, finally, his lips closed around Rafe fully until they met his knuckles at the base.
Rafe groaned to the ceiling as his balls drew up. “Fuck, yes.” He was so close to coming apart and Hop hadn’t even really started yet.
As if that was his trigger, Hop let loose, all slick and sloppy and sexy as hell. At once, squeezing the shaft with a sure grip on every upstroke and vacuum-sucking the head like it was a cream-filled dessert.
Jesus, the sounds Rafe made, he couldn’t contain them. They were rough and raw and could probably rival the thudding bass of the club.
But Hop’s sweet whine was better.
So much fucking better.
Rafe’s fingers tightened in that silky pink hair and tugged, just enough to elicit a reaction. Hop’s crude groan was followed by a soft, happy sigh. And then the sneaky bastard cupped Rafe’s balls and rolled them in his hand, simultaneously rubbing the tender skin just behind his sack.
Rafe growled an honest-to-God growl. One hand pinned Hop’s chin, freezing him in place. His thumb pressing Hop’s lower lip, until Hop blinked up at him.
“So pretty stretched around my cock.” Yep, he totally sounded high, but Rafe couldn’t give two fucks at the moment. He was a deviant in his element. He was the fucking king of the world.
Hop’s tongue flicked Rafe’s piss slit in reply.
Rafe’s grip in Hop’s hair tightened and his thumb jammed into Hop’s mouth pressing on his teeth to open wider.
“Take it all,” he said.
Hop hesitated and that tiny bit of rebellion fired Rafe’s blood. It made him ache. And when Hop placed his hands purposefully behind his back, never breaking eye contact, it made Rafe want to howl in pride.
The gift of trust. Fuck, but it was better than anything else in the world.
With Rafe’s thumb still hooked in his mouth, Hop blinked once then lowered inch by amazing inch, swallowing Rafe’s cock as slowly and inevitably as the icebergs carved out the mountains.
He didn’t gag once.
“That’s it, so good,” Rafe said.
When, at last, Hop’s nose was buried in his pubes, Rafe released his jaw with a moan of approval, driving deeper to feel the delicious tightness.
Then he held Hop’s throat. “Swallow.”
Hop jerked and tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, but did as he was told. His muscles milked Rafe’s cock over and over.
Holy fuck. Rafe’s head slammed back and his hips thrust up. Just like that he was fucking Hop’s mouth without restraint. The slurpy rhythm of it was accompanied by Hop’s muffled sounds of pleasure and Rafe’s steady grunts.
“Fuck. Yes.” Rafe was incoherent, drowning in sensation that went on and on until sweat dripped from his hair and stung his eyes. Muscles cramping, he slowed and looked to Hop.
Hop’s blue eyes gazed up at him, the hopeful open longing so obvious even to Rafe’s blissed-out brain. It pierced something cold in his chest like a lightning strike. He brushed his thumb under Hop’s eye to wipe away tears.
What a vulgar picture he made, eyes watering, makeup ruined, hair destroyed, and the sounds ripped out of him every time Rafe pushed into his mouth—utter craving at its most basic.