Page 37 of Troy

Strolling out onto the deck, I observe Raff as he jokes around with his brother; Corrigan has taken up residence in one of our guest rooms. There was no way Raff was going to let his brother get away from him, they have ten or more years of catching up to do. I love how they have the same mannerisms, little nuances that, even though I have only known Raff for such a short time, are in tune with each other. As I contemplate them, he turns and looks at me, as if able to hear my thoughts. His expression is pure, hot, downright dirty sex. It has my stomach in knots, makes my dick throb, and my ass clench, desperate for him to be inside it. I received the all-clear last week and, except for a knee support to ease the repair to my ligament, I am good as new. I feel so much better without the cast on my arm.

His smile turns wolfish as he sees my lips part and a small gasp breaks lose. Without losing eye contact, Raff speaks to his brother, his voice too low to carry but I can guess by the smile Corrie sports when he turns to me. The bluster in Raff’s stride as he saunters towards me sends endorphins racing through my body. The anticipation to his touch soaring inside me, I watch his rich, green eyes darken as he sees me swallow hard.

“Hey, baby, what’s up? You needing something from me?” He looks me over, his gaze traveling languorously over my bare chest, down to my hips, and lower still. At least I know this isn’t simply him checking the state of my health and wellbeing; this is the beginning of foreplay, the cat and mouse game.

“Nope, I’m good.” I smile then let my tongue dart out and slide across my bottom lip. His eyes follow the action, dilating until the sparkling green is a thin circle surrounding his pupils. “Just wondering what you fancy eating tonight.” I run my hand down his sun-warmed chest, my fingertips trail through the soft hair, and I bite the corner of my bottom lip as he growls.

“Hmm, I think you know the answer to that, babe.” Raff rubs his nose over my shoulder and up my neck, shivers breaking out across my hypersensitive skin as he trails his tongue around the shell of my ear. “I think you look and smell good enough to eat, so I’ll start with that.” Biting the soft lobe, he seizes my hips and slides his hands down the back of my shorts.

“I like the sound of that.” I pant softly as my hand smooths down the outside of his shorts, wrapping around the hardening shaft inside.

“Lead the way then.” Raff’s deep voice rocks my core.

It’s been a precarious time for us; even though I never doubted him or myself, I know Raff did. I know how much guilt he suffered—maybe more than he did, since I was the one awake to hear him bellowing for me through his nightmares. But, he never quite caught me from the sound of his sobbing. Have we talked about it? Well, I tried but was shot down and told it was nothing, he didn’t even remember the dream. But, who was he kidding? Maybe I cry out in my sleep, who knows? Since Raff has never mentioned it, I don’t think so, but I don’t know for sure.

I take hold of Raff’s hand, my thumb rubbing the pad of his, and lead him up the stairs to our room and face him. Walking backwards into the room, I smile at him before a laugh ruptures from me.

“What?” Raff scowls, advancing even though I have stopped, until his chest bumps mine.

“Nothing,” I shrug, knowing it will drive him crazy.

“Fuck nothing, what’s going on?”

“It’s you, you’re all big swagger and sexy smiles; you’re a menace.” I run my hands through his gorgeous hair before grasping it in my fists. Pulling him against my overheated body, I drop a kiss on his mouth.

“I like the thought of being a menace.” Raff’s brow wiggles comically and his smile widens, his tongue peeking out between his teeth.

Then, with his hands on my hips, he sinks onto his knees and removes my shorts. I step out of them and kick them to the side. Raff trails his hands up the back of my legs and, reaching my ass cheeks, grips them firmly, holding me in place. Gazing down, I watch Raff who, with his eyes latched onto mine, licks me from root to tip. The pearl of pre-cum forming in the slit of my steel-hard dick gets flicked away by the tip of Raff’s tongue, making my head drop back.

“Take me, Raff, take me deep in your throat.” I beg as he sucks and licks mercilessly, briefly taking me all the way to the root, with his nose pressed up to my short pubic hair. On and on, he tortures me: taking me to the brink only to pull away again. My balls are tight inside my body, desperate to release their load. Oh, fuck, that’s it! Raff runs his finger down the crease of my ass to reach my aching hole. His finger slides inside me, searching for the spot that will tip me over and, with one stroke over the spongy gland, I’m done.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!!” I howl as my cum pours down Raff’s throat. Without end, I spurt thick ribbons onto his tongue as Raff’s mouth slicks slowly up my length until only the sensitive tip remains beyond his lips.

Suckling one last time, Raff swallows and pulls off my cock. “My turn.” He whispers roughly before picking me up and, wrapping my legs around his waist, he carries me to the bed.

“Ride me, Troy, ride me hard.” Raff sits back then lies down, leaving me straddling his hips.

Reaching over for the lube, I snap the lid open and drizzle some over my fingers. Shuffling down between Raff’s legs, I run my wet fingers down his cock and over his balls, heading for his hole. I love the feeling as I circle the tight pucker and it trembles under my touch.

Sinking my finger inside, the muscles clench hard as I push past and further inside, teasing him. Bending over him, I kiss his open mouth. “Looks like you’re enjoying this, maybe I’ll be taking you again soon.” I whisper as I trail away.

Then I add more lube to his cock before reaching between my legs to my hole. Coating myself, I slide two fingers inside and stretch myself in preparation for Raff’s solid length.

“Fuck, you are so sexy, Troy. If you don’t let me inside you now, I’m gonna blow just watching you.” Raff draws my hand away then holds his dick upright, ready for me to plunge down.

“Ready?” I rise on my knees, spreading my cheeks with my hands. Lowering again, I hiss at the initial sear as he enters me.

“You feel so good; so hot and tight. Jeez, go slow, baby, I want to feel every ripple.” Raff gasps when I pump my hips up and down, only a couple of inches inside me. “Oh, God, yeah. Just like that.”

I can feel the burn in my thighs but ignore it, I’ll deal with it later, his feels too damn good. Sinking down until I’m full, his dick deep inside, I let go of my ass and lean forward, supporting myself on Raff’s ribs, and start to ride him. Long, deep strokes as I pull up, leaving merely his crown inside, then pounding down time and again. Raff’s eyes flicker shut as his head tips back into the pillow. “Open your eyes, love, look at me as I ride you.” My voice is low and husky as I bring him ever closer to coming.

When Raff’s eyelids lift, I see nothing but love blazing at me: a deep, powerful feeling of adoration and possession. “I’m getting close, baby, stroke yourself, I want us to come together.”

My dick stands to attention but, after the epic orgasm mere minutes ago, I’m not sure I’ve got anything left. But, who am I to refuse his request? As I pick up speed, my hand falters on my dick. Raff notices and takes over for me. Shit, I’m gonna come.

“Yeah, baby, that’s it. Harder, fuck me harder!” Raff’s hips match my thrusts then I let him take over, ramming me so powerfully, I’ll feel this for days. The thought causes my muscles to clench around the thick muscle inside me, enough to finish Raff off. Keeping still on a thrust, I feel the heat of his release flooding me, his hand gripping my dick as I join him. Fuck! This the best feeling.

“Raff, Christ, yes!” I can’t hold myself up any longer and slump forward. Raff releases his tight grip on my dick and lifts his fist to his mouth, licking my cum from his hand.

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