Page 10 of Troy

“I think you should come in, there’s something I need to do.” I push myself up to a sitting position, my arms resting on my bent knees—at least this way my hard-on is hidden, because it’s showing no signs of relaxing.

When he steps up to me, Troy reaches out and pushes my messy hair away from my forehead and leans down to me. “What is it you need to do?”

“This.” My hand snakes around the nape of his neck before pulling his face to mine. After our lips touch, I press mine firmly against his. Troy’s tongue makes another appearance and tickles my lips, asking for entry. Parting my lips slightly, he slips inside, flicking over my tongue. I pull back from him and scowl. “You’ve had coffee! Where’s mine?”

“Raff, I had coffee over an hour ago, in fact I’ve had two. You have slept in, it’s ten thirty.” Smiling, he leans back in for another kiss.

“Shit! Have I messed up your day? You should be at work.”

“What?! And not be with you? No chance. Going to bed alone last night was a struggle; I know it was the right thing to do, but if we don’t spend time getting to know each other, we will never get there.” Troy’s hand strokes through my hair, a sure-fire way to get me going.

“When you put it like that, I suppose it makes sense, but if you keep running your hands through my hair then I can’t promise to behave.” I moan against his neck and pull him down onto the bed so we can lie next to each other. “Is this allowed?”

“Probably not, but I like it.” Troy’s voice lowers and his hands roam over my chest, “I’m sure this isn’t supposed to be happening yet either.”

“Maybe you should stop then.” I really, really don’t want him to stop touching me.

“No, I can’t.” Troy reaches for my hand and presses it against his thick, hard length. My fingers wrap around his solid, rock-hard cock. “Fuck, Raff, that feels good. Maybe we should stop?”

“But it feels so good.” I croon in his ear. Smiling, I let go and move my hand away. His sigh shows me how much he wants this. “Baby, I want nothing more than to watch you come as I stroke you. Can I do that for you?” I know I’m pushing him, but he shouldn’t have stood at my door. Not looking the way he does. “I warned you last night not to start something if you’re not prepared to follow it to the end.”

My hand creeps over his hip to his butt, “Why come to my room looking like you do, if you don’t want me?”

“Fuck, Raff, I want you so damn much. I’m sorry.” Troy attempts to move away from me but I keep hold of his ass, keeping him pressed against me.

“Are you sure?” I rub my nose up his neck and behind his ear, then nip the soft lobe, making him grunt and thrust against me. Rubbing his dick over my hip, my cock is fit to burst and has been dripping pre-cum profusely for minutes now.

“No, fuck it!” Troy moves rapidly and, with strength I didn’t expect from him, I’m on my back with him straddling my thighs. The sheet has slipped away and I am naked in front of him as he stays in his shorts, but I can see the damp patch; his leaking dick is as eager as mine. “I’m not suggesting we fuck, but I need to taste you. I need your dick down my throat, I need your cum on my tongue.”

“Jesus, Troy, are you serious?” I can’t believe he’s here, straddling me, asking me if he can suck my dick!

“If it’s too much, or it’s too soon, now is the time to tell me. Because, from where I’m sitting now, you look amazing. You are so beautiful. Your eyes are shining so brightly, the green is so vivid, they are dazzling me. Your hair glistens with copper and mahogany as the sun shines through, landing on you, lighting you up.”

I watch him rein in his desire as he pauses for me to say no, his hands furling in and out of fists on his thighs as he holds back from touching me; waiting for my answer. I look at him, not quite believing how he described me, but I feel the same as he does. My desire for him is real, it’s raw and I want him as much as he wants me. Grabbing his hands, I use him to haul my body up, bringing us almost face to face, and smile as I nod my head. Tugging him closer, our mouths almost touch. “Fuck yeah, baby. I’m in.” I watch his eyes sparkle and a bubble of laughter bursts from his beautiful mouth.

“You fucker! I’m almost tempted to deny you now.” Leaning in to kiss me briefly, he pushes backwards so I collapse back on the mattress laughing—I can’t remember the last time I laughed in bed. Then his face changes and lust takes the place of humor, but he still gives a little wink before reaching out to touch me for the first time.

I think we are both holding our breaths but, the moment his thumb slides over the weeping crown of my cock, I fear embarrassing myself as soon his hand or mouth closes around it. “Troy, baby, I’m not going to last if you are planning on drawing this out. I don’t want to embarrass myself. Please, get that gorgeous mouth wrapped around my dick.”

Troy shuffles back and kneels between my open legs, then, eyes glued to mine, his tongue flicks out across the head, hitting the slit bang on, before blowing a warm breath over the tip. My hips buck up to try to get him around me and he relents; lowering his mouth slowly over the head, the heat of his hot, wet mouth surrounds me. I can feel my eyes rolling back in my head as he engulfs me deeper and deeper until I reach the back of his throat. With a fist wrapped around the base of my cock, squeezing tight to keep my climax at bay, he draws slowly back up my aching length, his tongue rubbing relentlessly over the deep, pulsing vein on the underside.

Breathing through his nose, Troy swallows my cock into his throat in one stroke. I can feel the tendons knotting in my neck as I cry out his name. And it only gets better; I can feel him groan around my dick and then he swallows. And that’s it. Game over!

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!” My cry garbles as my vision goes black. I’ve played around, but nothing has ever been this good. I can feel my release pouring into Troy’s throat and then, as he pulls back, I flood his mouth. How much more can I have?

Troy continues to lick and suck all the way to the tip, my incredibly sensitive tip! As I start to soften in his mouth, my legs begin to move, the muscles relaxing. The feeling in my hands returns where they are fisted in Troy’s hair. Shit, I probably hurt him! Slowly, my eyes refocus and I see Troy lift his head, the evidence of my release seeping from the corner of his swollen mouth. My thumb scoops the fluid from his lips and, bringing it to my own mouth, I suck my cum from the pad.

Troy drops his head and rolls off me. Lying on his back, one arm covering his eyes, he gives no indication to what can be wrong. I’m up on my knees, hovering over him. I’m floundering, I don’t know what to do or what to say.

“Troy? What’s wrong? Shit, what did I do wrong? Have I hurt you?” Christ, I lean back, resting my butt on my heels. Heat builds behind my eyes, shit, I’m going to cry. Bringing my hand out to touch the arm covering his face, Troy clutches it and holds on tightly, tremors course through his body.

Then he drops his arm and turns his head to look at me. I can see he is close to tears, too, but why? Then he smiles and it’s a good smile—hell, it’s a great smile. His thumb swipes over his still red and swollen lips, giving out a little chuckle.

“Wow!” Troy whispers, then clears his throat with a small cough, “Fuck me, Raff, I thought you were going to drown me.” His voice is stronger now.

“I thought I’d done something wrong, I thought I’d hurt you.” I lean back down to kiss his tender mouth; his hands wrap around my head, holding me against him as he controls the kiss.

Breaking away from me, I’m awarded with another, huge smile. “I haven’t felt like that for a very long time, Raff. I never thought I would feel this close and connected to another man, ever. You do something to me, Raff; I needed a moment to get my head around this. You did nothing wrong, it was perfect. You are perfect.”

My eyes snap open and my heart races when I feel a wet nose against my cheek: Boss nudges me.

A dream, it was a fucking dream. My dick is so hard I could hammer nails with it, shit!

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