Page 55 of Troy

“Hell yeah, really.” Troy starts to pull his clothes off and in a heartbeat, I join in. Moments later, our clothes in piles by our feet, Troy kicks them to the side and drops to his knees before looking up at me through thick, black lashes. Catching me off guard, he locks his hands behind his back. Fuck, that’s hot; I’m gonna shoot my load the minute his mouth touches me.

As his mouth closes over the purple head of my cock, a deep, guttural groan bursts from me. The intense suction of Troy’s mouth as he swallows my length sets my legs trembling. My hands have a mind of their own and, as I hold his head still, I look down to ask the silent question. Troy’s acquiescence allows me to take control and make long, deep strokes in and out of his mouth. I watch Troy’s cheeks hollow as he sucks me. Hitting his pharynx, I can feel him relax his muscles to allow me deep into his throat.

My hand leaves his hair and strokes his throat, feeling my cock buried in it. Pulling back, I let Troy take a long draw of breath through his nose and then push in again. My orgasm builds as my hips piston and, like cannon fire, I shoot into Troy’s warm mouth.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” My head falls back as I cry out my release. Troy takes it all, licking and slurping up my length as he cleans me.

Letting his arms relax, Troy sits back on his heels and peers back up at me. His lips red and swollen and eyes watering, I still think he is the most exquisite man ever. Tilting down, I hook my hands under his arms and haul him up to face me, my mouth descending on his and my tongue dipping deep inside it; I can taste myself and damn if that doesn’t set my dick twitching again.

Troy pulls away from my kiss, “Let’s shower.” Taking his hand, I let him lead me to the bathroom.

“Your turn now.” I whisper as I lean against his back. “Spread your legs, baby.”

Slicking my stiff cock, letting the soap lubricate my length, I slide all the way in, keeping still as Troy’s body adjusts to my dick. Even when he settles I hold still, torturing him.

“Move, Raff, for fucks sake, move.” Troy’s hips undulate, creating his own friction.

“Place your hands on the wall.”

A soon as Troy’s palms are flat against the tiles, I start to stroke in and out, building up momentum as Troy lifts onto his toes. Taking a hand of the wall, he reaches down for his dick, “Nuh-uh, back on the wall, let me take care of you.” I reach around his waist and clasp his rigid cock, pumping at the same pace as my hips, increasing the tempo.

Straightening, Troy leans his head on my shoulder and wraps his hands around the back of my neck. “Fuck yeah, that’s it, Raff, fuck! Again.”

My dick continually hitting his prostate, Troy stiffens and roars out my name, his cum flying from his body, painting my fist and the wall. His climax sets of another one in me, the muscles in his ass grip me so firmly. My teeth latch on to Troy’s neck and I bite down as the tremors run through my body, then our legs give way and we sink to the ground. My dick slips from Troy’s ass as he lands in my lap. His chest shudders as laughter bubbles up inside him and soon I join in, leaning against the tilled wall, the hot water cascading down on us. We have no strength to move yet and the intimacy is comforting.

“Fuck, Raff, I think we needed that.” Troy sighs as his head still rests against my chest.

“I think you may be right.” I kiss the top of Troy head. “Are we good to stand up?” I untangle my legs from his and lift myself up then hold out my hand.

We dry and dress quickly—well, as quickly as you can when every action is interspersed with soft kisses and swift caresses.

“Ready to celebrate?” I ask and Troy nods.

“I think I’ll be wanting to celebrate more next week, when we know how long he’s going to be locked away for.” Troy replies but he feels a lot lighter, I can tell.

“Let’s go then.” Linking our fingers, I tug him up against me, this time for a full-on kiss. Pulling apart, I wipe my thumb over Troy’s bottom lip but he captures it and scrapes his bottom teeth over the pad, making me moan. “Enough! Or we’ll never get out of this room.” Troy chuckles and darts past me.

Pandemonium greets us when we make it downstairs; the kitchen overflows with people, some of them spilling out on to the decked area, and everyone is full of laughter as they kick back. Nico looks up at me from the French doors and raises his eyebrows as he glances at Troy, silently questioning his friend’s state of mind. Smiling, I nod, which makes him return the smile before rounding back to his conversation.

The doorbell chimes and I head back to the front of the house. Answering the door, I find three delivery guys waiting with arm loads of food, from pizza to Mexican to Indian; more than enough to fill our bellies.

The night is fun and boisterous but also exhausting and I think, by midnight, everyone is ready to leave. I’m decidedly ready for bed so, by the time the last one says goodnight, we lock up quickly.

Troy lies in bed, his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. A little smile plays on his lips. Lying on my side, my head propped up on my hand, my voice is low as I question him. “What are you thinking about, baby, that’s making you smile?”

“Nothing really, I’m just feeling calm and relaxed. I can’t remember when I felt this good.” The pitch of Troy’s voice matches mine.

“That’s great, Troy, I hate how much stress you’ve been under. Especially as feel so guil…”

Troy rolls over so we face each other. “If you say this is your fault one more time, I will beat you down.”

I detect the humor in his eyes, but there is also a steely determination that has me believing his threat. “Okay, never again. I promise.” I lean forward and drop a sweet kiss on his lips, but Troy has other ideas and I find myself on my back, my arms constrained above my head.

“Hmm, I think it’s my turn to claim you.” The smirk is back and he tilts forward to kiss me. I offer myself wholly up to him and let him take me.

A week later, it really is over. Ferdinand Deschamps is sentenced to life imprisonment with no chance of parole for fifteen years. The cheers that fill the court room astound me but, while the shouts of joy surround me, I can only stare at the sneer marring my father’s features. Even in this moment—dressed in the orange, prison coveralls and totally ripped of every privilege he ever possessed—he manages to glare back at me, permeated with hatred. I smile as I turn my back on him to kiss Troy, then look back one last time as he is led away.

Mason speaks to the reporters again but Troy has no desire to be in the limelight and I’m not inclined to ever speak my father’s dreadful name again. We leave by a separate door and drive back to the house. Troy is hushed but his hand clutches mine, resting on top of his thigh.

“You okay, baby?” I glance across and see him smile

“I am, I think. Or, at least, I know I will be.” Turning his head to observe me, he continues. “We have each other, Raff, I think we will be just fine.

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