Page 45 of Troy

Rushing to my car, I know Raff is with me. I don’t mind; I want to hear what he has to say.

“Get in the car, Raff, you can explain when we are back at the house.” I slam the door as I seat myself in the luxury sports car.

A few minutes, I park in the garage of my home. Not bothering to wait for Raff, I storm into the house. Boss greets me and manages to calm me down for a few short seconds but, when he moves from me to his master, I tramp upstairs, not caring if he follows. All I think about is what that asshole said, ‘you called me, you said you were unhappy.’

I feel like I’m thrown back twenty-four hours and doubt every thought I had, every word I spoke. But, more than that, I question every word, touch and feeling Rafferty ever gave me.

“Troy,” I hear Raff’s quiet, scared voice behind me. “Troy, he is lying. I promise you, he is lying. I have not seen or heard from him since I threw him out all those months ago. I don’t know how or why he was there tonight, but I will lay my life on the line and promise you it wasn’t because of me.”

I search Raff’s face for anything that may give him away, any sign that he is not telling me the truth. The problem is, I only see fear; is it at getting caught out, or is it because he fears he may lose me?

“Talk to me, Troy, tell me what I need to do?” The look of pain, tangible on his handsome face, hurts me.

“Nothing, you don’t need to do anything.” I hear the flatness in my voice, the lack of expression and intonation, but cannot find the energy to change it.

“What??” Raff is incredulous. “That’s it? You aren’t going to say any more?”

“What do you want me to do, Raff? Do you want me to shout? Do you want to fight or want me to fight you?” I watch as he shakes his head.

“No, I don’t want any of that; I want you to believe me. Because I have nothing else to offer you. I am telling you the truth. I don’t understand what he thought he was doing, I haven’t heard from him since I kicked his ass to the curb.”

“Okay. I want to go to bed now, Raff, so what you do now is up to you.” I’ve had enough, I want him. But I’m not prepared to beg.

I lie down, expecting to be as tense as I was last night but I’m not, I only want this to end. I envisioned tonight to be full of steaming, dirty sex. I wanted it so much; my only consolation, the knowledge Raff wanted that too.

The shower starts and after only a few minutes Raff is out of the bathroom and climbs into our bed next to me. No matter how much I want to reach out and touch him, my body says no and I’m soon asleep.

Waking before my body is ready, I stretch and feel Raff’s hot, hard body cocooning me. The warmth of his breath on the back of my neck, ruffling the hair at my nape, sends shivers down my spine. I snuggle into him, deciding how much nicer it is to stay tucked in his arms than to face the day and whatever it may bring. I want to do something good today; I don’t want us to be cooped up here, stressing over what could happen and what we need to do to prevent it. We have no idea so, why worry yet? Allowing my body to relax again, the heaviness of sleep seduces me, letting me drift off.

Rousing again, something wet skims down my back, while fingers glide over and down my ass crack. Hmmm, I like this. Squirming into the touch, my ass wriggles in search of the gentle touch. A chuckle vibrates against the base of my spine.

“I fucking love these dimples.” Raff’s gruff, husky voice heats my skin as his tongue swirls over and around the soft dent in my back then his teeth rake roughly over my spine as he travels to the other. This time his mouth closes over the dimple and he sucks hard, marking me with a bruise. I fucking love it when he does this, I’d let him cover me in them if I thought I could get away with it.

Popping his mouth off my now tender flesh, he licks over the sore spot. “You look even better now.” Raff’s snigger returns. Continuing his travels, he bites and licks further south. I can’t help but try to push my ass higher into his face, but his hands on my cheeks immobilize me. “Let me explore you, your ass is a fucking masterpiece.”

With a soft but firm hold, Raff parts my cheeks and licks down the crack, getting closer to my hole. Fuck! I want his tongue there. Raff knows I love to be rimmed, and I know he will torture me before giving in. Saliva dribbles down the seam, his fingertip chases it closer to my entrance. Burying my head into my pillow, I groan loudly. I need him to touch me, I need his fingers or his mouth. Shit, I don’t care so long as something touches me.

Then Raff blows warm air over my hole, I know it twitched for him, “Fuck, Troy, you are so needy, so desperate for my touch.”

Elevating my head, I peer over my shoulder into his dark, smoldering eyes. “Stop teasing me, you dick.” I push my hips back up at him, then, staring at me, the tip of his tongue flicks out and over my pucker. “Fuck yeah! Do that again.” I can’t tear my eyes away as he swishes his tongue lightly over me, sometimes slowing down to lazily swipe the flat of his tongue over my taint then back to my ass and up the crack. My moans increase in volume then, Raff spearing my hole, a roaring cry fires from me.

Abruptly, I’m flipped onto my back and he bends my legs up till my knees are at my chest. “Hold them there, don’t let go; I’m going to make you come so fucking hard. Then I’m going to come over your ass.”

I grasp hold my knees and wrest them higher and wider, completely opening myself up to him. I know he’s going to make me wait, drive me to beg for release. I also know it will be so worth it.

“Then fucking do it, Rafferty; fuck my ass with your tongue.” I growl, still witnessing his every move. Grabbing the lube from the table he drizzles some into his hand, spreading it over his palm and fingers.

“You need to calm down, baby, I’m nowhere near finished playing yet.” Raff’s lubed hand cups my balls, dragging my sac down, tugging and twirling the spheres in his slippery grip. When he ducks down again, I know I’m done for. His tongue teases me, sending me higher and higher as Raff relentlessly works me over. Every time I feel the buildup of my orgasm he tightens his grip and tugs my balls.

“Open your eyes, Troy; I want to watch you fall apart. I want to see your eyes glaze over as you give in to me.” Raff moves up and takes the tip of my painfully hard dick into his mouth, sucking hard but not moving down the solid length. When I try to thrust into his hot mouth the grip tightens again and my balls ache. A finger from his other hand plays with my hole, gently nudging as if seeking entry but, when I push down to let it, he pulls back and circles around again before repeating.

I’m writhing, moaning loudly, incoherent words tumbling from my lips as my desperation for relief grows. “I can’t do it, Raff, I can’t hold any more. I need to come! Let me come. God! Raff, stop, let me come.”

Everything stops. Raff pulls his mouth from my dick, his finger still on my hole, no longer moving. The grip on my sac loosens and my balls draw back, tight to my body. Then, pulling my cheeks wider apart, he plunges his tongue and a finger inside. My hips rock upwards as his finger pushes further in and his tongue works around my hole. Moving with increasing speed, his finger hits my spot, rubbing the spongy gland. Raff keeps his eyes on mine and speaks the magic words.

“Come for me, baby.” Another finger slips in and, without stimulus to my dick, I come! Jets of ropey cum fire from me as I scream Raff’s name; I feel like I’m never going to stop and I never want to. But, coming down, my dick twitching against my sticky stomach, Raff pulls his fingers out of my ass, making me cry out at the loss. “Keep your legs up, baby, I’m gonna come.”

Grabbing his steel-hard cock, Raff pumps his hand up and down, every inch faster and faster. Then, throwing his head back, a deafening roar fills the room as he climaxes, pouring his release over my ass and balls then up over my stomach to mix with my own. Slowing his movement to force the last of his cum onto his fingers, Raff leans over me and runs them over my stomach, gathering more of our release, and offers me his fingers. Lowering my legs, I support myself on my elbows and draw his fingers into my mouth, licking them clean.

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