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)
“Good, let me hear you.” With his fingertips, Rafe scratched up Hop’s ribs and over his armpits. It tickled, but Hop forced himself not to squirm.
Rafe rewarded him with a smile and a peck before curling their fingers together. Rafe’s heavy body pressed Hop deeper into the mattress. Being pinned allowed Hop to fly.
“Jesus, I could come just like this,” Rafe said.
Hop tightened his fingers as Rafe nuzzled his hair and groaned.
“Yeah, you like turning me on so much I lose it, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“My little sex toy.” Rafe fumbled between their bodies, knuckles brushing Hop’s achingly desperate cock as he freed himself. He released Hop’s hands and crept closer so his knees were near Hop’s ears. “Open that pretty mouth.”
Rafe’s earthy taste exploded on Hop’s tongue as Rafe pushed between his lips. There was nothing gentle about how he used Hop then. His big hands tangled in Hop’s hair as Rafe fucked his face.
“Suck it good. Lick it like a fucking lollipop. Make me come.”
For Hop it was a torrent of stings and pinches and delicious yielding. He gave everything he had to the act, pouring all of his desire into bringing Rafe to completion. He needed Rafe’s orgasm more than he needed water or sunshine.
If he could be so good Rafe lost control, so good Rafe broke, then maybe he would earn the lasting possession he needed.
“Yeah, that’s right, use your tongue.”
They were both groaning then, Hop’s cut from somewhere deep inside and Rafe’s high and tight.
“Oh, fuck.” Rafe’s grip in his hair tightened, his thrusts faltered and a spurt of bittersweet come shot into the back of Hop’s throat. Greedily, Hop swallowed.
And swallowed. And swallowed, until a spent and exhausted Rafe collapsed on top of him and brought their mouths together in a lazy kiss.
“I love the taste of me inside of you,” Rafe said.
* * *
Rafe allowed himself a moment to enjoy the closeness, the warm and willing body under his and the way their breathing had synced. But Hop’s desperate whines were killing him. Actually, it was the way he whined, like he didn’t even know he was doing it, driving Rafe wild. So wild, in fact, that he’d veered from the plan. If he hadn’t, he never would have lasted once he got inside Hop’s ass.
Even now, Hop couldn’t seem to quiet down. Every breath held a barely audible plaintive cry as if he were hurting and wanting and content all at once. Rafe dipped his head and grazed his teeth over Hop’s neck. The scent of strawberries was still there like a foundation, making the smell of sex and need a little sweeter.
“You deserve a reward,” he said. “What do you want?”
Hop turned his head so their gazes locked. “Sir?”
Backing away, Rafe traced a finger over Hop’s cheek. “Tell me what you want.”
A crease formed between Hop’s brows. “You, sir.”
He rose to pull off his shirt. “Just me?”
Hop hummed his answer, gaze engrossed by Rafe’s newly exposed chest.
“How?”
“However I can get you.”
“Christ, honesty is your strongest ammunition. You’re killing me.” He moved off the bed patting Hop’s side as he went. “On your belly.”
Sometimes the ease at which Hop took direction was overwhelming. Even the most professional subs hesitated occasionally. That was the point. Doms were supposed to push past boundaries to help subs reach new heights. What if he wasn’t doing that for Hop?
He wanted to be more than an orgasm factory. He wanted to be trusted with everything Hop had to give. He wanted to see Hop’s walls crumble, to find new horizons together.
Rafe toed off his shoes, then pushed his pants and boxers to the floor. Standing naked beside the bed, he considered Hop’s prone form. For some reason, it reminded him of the first time Hop submitted to him bent over the desk. The way he’d broken under Rafe’s hand. His sobs.
They’d pierced Rafe like a dozen gilded arrows.
“Before I fuck you, I’m going to spank you until you shatter. It’s your choice whether it’s hard and fast or soft and slow. Choose.”
Beneath the black lace, Hop’s ass flexed. It was a long moment before he spoke and his obvious uncertainty calmed Rafe.
“Hard and fast.”
Before Hop finished speaking, Rafe landed a hard swat to the fattest part of his left cheek. The force of it echoed in the room and was followed by Hop’s surprised shout. Rafe’s palm stung, but he cherished the burn.
He crawled back onto the bed and into position above Hop’s thighs, before hitting Hop again on the other side. He spanked Hop over and over again, changing it up with the goal of taking Hop by surprise. It took no time at all for Hop to start humping the mattress with a near constant groan, the muscles in his back and shoulders completely loose. Still, he didn’t crack.