Page 28 of Troy

“Are you ready for me, Raff? Are you ready for me to take control?” Nudging my hips against his, I feel his length throb, pressing against the rough denim that covers both of us. Running my mouth down his chin, scraping my teeth along Raff’s jawline, and further down his neck, I register his acquiescence as he leans into me.

When I reach the soft spot behind his ear, I leave a large, sloppy kiss then run my tongue over the shell of his ear. “I think we need to take this upstairs, it’s time to get you naked.” Then I bite the soft lobe.

“Fuck, Troy, take me. I don’t care where, just take me.” Raff pants.

“Let’s go then, Raff, baby.”

Relinquishing my hold on his arms, I lower them and release one, keeping the other firmly in my grip as I tug him to the stairs. Marshalling him quickly upstairs, we make it to the bedroom. Only there do I release his hand.

I reach up and loosen the band on his hair, letting it tumble over his shoulders. “Damn, Raff, you are so fucking gorgeous. Take your clothes off, sweetheart. I want you naked.”

Knowing I’m itching to get my hands on him, he makes an agonizing show of stripping his clothes. As his shirt hits the floor, I move closer and kiss his chest, my tongue sliding over the tight muscles and soft hair on his pecs until I reach his nipple. Sucking the flat, dark disc into my mouth, I nip my teeth over the hardening nub. Raff’s hands clutch my head, his fingers tightening in my hair.

Retreating, I smile as he moans at the loss of my touch, my hands take the place of my mouth and caress easily, brushing featherlight touches over his skin. I feel ripples of pleasure as his muscle flex and contract under my fingertips.

“Lose the pants, Rafferty.” I growl at him, his dilated eyes—dark and unfocused—gaze at me. With my hands on his hips, my thumbs stroke the ridges over his hips that lead down into his pants. Raff fumbles with the button and reaches for the zipper as I kneel before him. My nose runs up the length of him, still trapped in the heavy fabric.

“Fuck, Troy, I want your mouth on me.” Raff’s low, rasping voice begs for me.

“Oh, I will, sweetheart, I will.” I murmur against his bulge. Finally, his pants undone, I can shove them off his hips and down his thighs. Kicking out of his black Converse, Raff lets me pull his jeans down and remove them, leaving him in tight, black briefs. My fingers swipe under the elastic on his waistband then tug them down and they swiftly join the pile of his clothes.

Getting to my feet, I walk us towards the bed. Raff’s legs hit the edge of the mattress and he tumbles down. Leaning over him, I trap him with my body and capture his lips with mine before rapidly stripping out of my clothes and clambering up him.

“I want you so much, Raff; open your legs, babe.” I whisper into his mouth. My hands go under his ass and I move to the center of the bed.

Raff opens his legs and sets his feet on the bedding, his legs bent so I can see every part of him. “You look beautiful, Raff. Are you okay with this?” I need to check he wants me inside him, I need him to realize how much I will help and support him and, more importantly, I will protect him.

“Troy, if you don’t touch me now, I’m going to fucking explode. I want you inside me.” Then, grabbing the back of his thighs, Raff opens himself even more.

I grab the lube and coat my fingers and dick with the gel. “Stroke yourself, Raff.” Pre-cum drips down his shaft as Raff takes hold of his thick cock, slickening him as he works his length. “Beautiful, Raff, you are so beautiful.”

My forefinger runs over his taint and down to his pink hole, circling and nudging the pucker. With only a small amount of pressure, I slip my finger inside his body. Pumping my finger in and out leisurely, I use my other hand to take over his dick. “Fuck, you feel amazing, Raff, so smooth and hot.”

“Gimme more, baby.” Raff breathes heavily at me. I kiss him, letting my tongue match the thrusts of my finger and my hand. Adding a second finger and a twist, Raff’s groan feeds my arousal. “I never thought I would let someone take me again.”

“I like the element of surprise.” I kiss him again. Breaking away from his mouth, I move down and take his dick into my mouth, sucking hard as my fingers work to prep him for me.

“You need to stop, I’m gonna come, Troy. I want to come when you are buried inside me.” Raff splutters as he grinds his teeth together.

At a glacial pace, I slip off his dick as my fingers pull back out and watch his hole shrink back. Then, lining my cock up, I push forward, steadily feeding him my dick. I drag my eyes away from the amazing sight to look at Raff. His head thrown back and eyes closed, I see how much he loves this. “Everything okay, sweetheart? Not hurting you?”

“This is the best feeling, Troy, you feel amazing. So deep and hot inside me…” his voice fades away as I pivot my hips and graze the head over his prostate. Mesmerized, I gaze as Raff sighs, his mouth a perfect O, his hands fisting the bedclothes as I punch his sweet spot over and over. Wrapping my hand around his dick, I pump hard.

“I’m getting close, Raff, I need you to come with me.” My teeth clenched, I pick up speed and pound him hard. “Fuck! Come now, Rafferty!” I roar as my hips fly and I climax, pouring every part of me into him. The muscles surrounding me clamp down as Raff comes, jets of his release spraying over our chests.

Coming down from our high, I see Raff’s tears, leaking from the edge of his eyes. “Oh, Raff, honey. It’s okay, I promise: nothing is going to happen to you. I love you, I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you.” I kiss his tears away then cradle his head in my arms. Dropping a sweet kiss on his mouth, I pull out of his body, a sigh rippling through me as the last tremors from Raff’s body drag over me. On unsteady legs, I head to the bathroom and dampen a washcloth with warm water. Returning, ready to clean Raff, he has an arm thrown over his eyes. Kissing his stomach, I wipe away the remnants of his climax from his torso and clean between his legs.

Done, I crawl back up and draw Raff into an embrace. My arms enclose his body, my legs tangle with his, I keep him close as I gently rock us. Peppering his temple with kisses, I mumble sweet nothings.

Noiselessly, we lie together; I know he’s awake, but he is relaxed. Time seems to stop as we delve into our own thoughts. I know I can’t ask him. I want Raff to be ready to talk to me. The evening begins to draw in and still we stay silent. Then I feel Raff’s chest expand against mine as he draws in a long breath. I hold mine.

“He’s my brother.” Raff’s words cut through the hushed room and, although his voice is quiet, it sounds like thunder in the heavy air. I remain quiet, knowing he needs to get this off his chest. Also, knowing this may not be good.

This is okay, I can do this. I have never felt so cherished as I do now. He totally owned me, poured his love in and over me, and, as he looked at me, he saw into my soul. The connection from his touch, added to words, filled me with pleasure.

With him simply holding me, Troy isn’t asking for answers but I want to share my past with him and that is something I never expected to do. So, with a deep breath, I am ready to speak.

“He’s my brother.” Troy pauses stroking my arm for a fraction of a second but then resumes. “Corrigan is my brother. I haven’t seen him for over ten years, it was because of his words I was cast out of my home.” I sigh and lift my head from Troy’s chest to find love and compassion in his gaze. There is no pity; I would hate to have him pity me.

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