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)
“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 through 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...