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)
“Did you get the package?” Rafe had gotten the delivery confirmation hours ago.
Hop glanced to the side. “What is it?”
“Why don’t you open it and find out.”
* * *
It was like Christmas morning and Hop was seven years old again. He had no idea what was under that dark paper, but it was from Rafe, and that made it more important, more extraordinary than any gift he’d ever received.
The package sat at the foot of his bed so he put the laptop to the side and scrambled up to his knees in order to reach it. He’d been anticipating this moment for hours and now it felt like he might explode with excitement.
While he was out of frame, he hit his palm on his forehead.
Get it together, idiot.
It wasn’t like he’d never gotten a present before. His wasn’t a sob story. His mother had showered him with gifts for his entire childhood. Still, this was the first time someone other than her had given him anything that didn’t come in a popper bottle or a foil packet.
“On camera,” Rafe said, his voice raspy and maybe a bit exasperated.
A smile tugged Hop’s lips. He was quickly coming to love that sound. He picked up the box and scooted back into place but left the computer where it was. From there, Rafe would be able to see him from head to knees. Hop sat cross-legged, fiddling with the paper.
“Go ahead.”
Hop tore in, revealing a shiny chrome box with a lid. He lifted it with a flurry. Nestled in the velvet lining was a butt plug, a sleek black silicone piece with spirals on the neck like a screw. The handle was slightly flared and when Hop lifted it from the box, it fit snugly in his palm. It was heavier than the plugs he’d used before and cool to the touch.
“Do you like it?”
Hop nodded, unable to tear his eyes from his newest toy. He owned two plugs. The first one he’d ever bought was too small now. The other was a joke. It’d been a spontaneous purchase one drunk and lonely night. He never used it because it was unrealistically large. But this one, this one was just right. Hop already felt how smooth and easy it’d go in and how full he’d feel once it was inserted.
Rafe’s voice deepened. “Give me a strip tease, pet.”
Hop looked at the computer screen. Rafe’s eyes were laser-focused pools of lust. They demanded Hop obey. He set the plug back in the box, turned the computer and stood. He found his cell phone and connected it to his Bluetooth speaker with the volume low enough not to disturb his mom but loud enough Rafe could hear it.
Dagny’s “Wearing Nothing” played, and Hop started the private show. He didn’t just strip, he performed. He only wore a loose T-shirt and a pair of mesh briefs, but he enticed and swayed as coyly and seductively as he could, concealing enough of his body to make it interesting.
It was an upbeat song with happy energy. Whenever he heard it, he smiled. Now was no different. Slowly he revealed more and more until he flung the shirt over his head and spun round and round in his underwear.
When the song slowed in the bridge, he slipped the briefs off to finish the song completely naked.
Hop flicked his hair out of his face and took in Rafe’s pleased grin. Hop’s heart squeezed stupidly. First Rafe’s laugh, then his grin. These things shouldn’t make Hop dumb.
But they did. One smile and all his brain cells died to be replaced with a dreamy bubblehead.
As a distraction, he turned off his speaker and shut down his phone out of frame. If this was how the night was going to start, he was in for a roller coaster.
“You move like liquid sin,” Rafe said, when Hop came back.
“Does it make you hard?”
Rafe’s laugh was strained. “Hell, yes, every damn time. Do you like the thought of me hard and watching you?”
Heat flooding his skin, Hop nodded. Like it? More like loved it. The image of Rafe watching him from high up in the shadows every night with an erection pressing against his zipper made Hop want to lick his fucking boots.
“My cock is rock solid right now.”
“Mine too.” Hop cupped himself.
Rafe groaned and his eyes closed for a moment. His chest rose and fell, as if he were gathering himself—regaining control. It was one of the hottest things Hop had ever seen. The fact that he’d brought Rafe, master of restraint, to such a point, made blood rush through his veins so fast his head spun.
When Rafe opened his eyes again, they were sharp and narrowed. A mask of mastery had settled over his features.
“Put the camera somewhere facing your bed so I can have a good view. Then get the lube from the box I sent and lie on your back.”