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)
It was instinctual now, yielding to Rafe’s will. It came automatically with one look, one word, one touch, Hop was a puddle of goo to be molded.
“Please, sir.”
“You want that too, don’t you?” Rafe tweaked his nipples again, and the shock of it twisted Hop’s balls.
“Yes. Fuck me.”
“You’d stick your ass out right here and let me drill you good, wouldn’t you?”
Hop groaned his answer, thrusting his ass against Rafe’s cock.
“That’s a good pet.” One of Rafe’s hands slipped beneath the waist of Hop’s shorts and cupped his erection. “You’re so hard and ready for me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Fuck,” Rafe groaned long and tortured as he rubbed against Hop’s ass and stroked Hop’s cock as much as the restrictive fabric allowed. It wasn’t enough. Hop needed more.
“Please, Rafe.”
“Hush.” A nip to his earlobe as Rafe shoved the shorts down around Hop’s knees. The group near the bathroom moved, voices rising as they neared. Hop and Rafe both froze within their cocoon of darkness and heat. The disruption was gone in moments, but his cock leaked a steady stream.
He’d come close to being found with his pants down, literally. The shock and humiliation flooded him with adrenaline and desire—a volatile mix that only Rafe could defuse.
Rafe’s thumb pressed hard into Hop’s piss slit, rubbing the precome into the sensitive skin of his head. “They almost saw how horny you get for me, pet.” Flick, swirl, squeeze. Hop’s cock was a toy in Rafe’s talented grip. “And you loved the danger of it, didn’t you?” Two quick jerks brought Hop to his toes.
His head fell back to Rafe’s shoulder as he humped into that delightful fist. “Yes.”
Rafe licked and bit at his neck. It was a different kind of danger, but it was just as sweet.
“You’re kinky as fuck. I’m keeping you.” It was a whisper, full of pleasure and warmth. It slid over Hop like honey.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Don’t thank me yet, pet.” He moved away a little and there was a rustle of fabric. A snap of buttons and the telltale sound of a zipper.
Hop swallowed a pool of saliva. With the music drowning out the world and the curtains shutting out any light, Hop’s senses heightened. Every brush of skin was a lick of lava that went right to his asshole and kissed his balls. He was in spasms of pleasure and Rafe hadn’t even penetrated him yet.
Rafe’s heat returned and now his bare cock was a brand in Hop’s crease. But it wasn’t Rafe’s hand that circled his cock this time. Something cool and silky slid over his length, feather light. Over and over again, Rafe dragged it across his exposed flesh.
“You’re going to wear my tie for the rest of the night,” Rafe said, wrapping the soft fabric around Hop’s cock three times. He held the two ends and pulled, and whatever knots he’d tied tightened.
Hop’s head swam at the eroticism of the moment. Rafe’s tie.
The same thing he’d used to blindfold him that first night now gift wrapped his cock in an impromptu cage of Rafe’s devious designs. Rafe’s grip on the two loose ends never wavered as he fucked between Hop’s ass cheeks.
It didn’t take long before Hop was floating again in that elusive golden paradise only Rafe could give him. Contentment settled over him. Yes. This was it. This was what he’d needed. This was what he’d been missing.
Just this.
“I’m going to come on your ass. You’ll wear that too. Won’t you, pet?”
“Yes, sir.” God, yes. He wanted Rafe’s come. He wanted to bathe in his scent. He wanted to be owned.
He wanted to be marked.
Yes. To carry proof of the passion Rafe unleashed in private, to have that with him always, to be able to see it when he was alone so it could keep his fears at bay. Hop tipped his head to the side. Rafe’s lips pressed into his skin, his tongue flicked near Hop’s earlobe.
“Do it,” Hop said. “Please.” His fingers clawed into the back of Rafe’s head.
“Do what?” Rafe’s breathing was harsh, his thrusts—not hard, exactly, but powerful.
The tie around Hop’s cock was like a leash, it pulled Hop’s length straight up so the tip rubbed against his belly. With each forward drive of Rafe’s hips, the fabric rubbed him like the sweetest fist.
“Bite me, suck me, mark me.”
Rafe’s movements grew erratic.
“You’re mine,” he said, and then he bit.
Hot spunk landed over Hop’s back and ass as Rafe came, teeth clamped on the thickest part of his neck. He’d never felt more prized and precious than he did in that moment.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
With instructions to leave everything exactly where Rafe left them, Hop finished the night at Switch. He’d performed their next routine, as best as he could, while simultaneously trying to hide his circumstances from curious eyes.
He didn’t do a great job.
Thankfully, no one mentioned his obvious plight. There was, however, tons of side-eye.