Page 17 of Troy
Eventually leaving the house, we have gone beyond the realms of ‘fashionably late’ to ‘Oh-My-God-we’re-screwed late’. As we drive, my phone rings. Stabbing the button on the steering wheel, Nico’s voice comes through the speakers.
“Hey, Troy, have you stopped fucking like bunnies and actually making your way in to work?” He laughs but I hear some annoyance in there, too, but only because I know him so well.
“Yeah, thanks for that, Nico, you’re on speaker and Raff is sitting next to me. So, first, cut out the shitty attitude and wait and, second, mind your own fucking business.” I spit back at him but then Raff decides to speak, shit! What is he going to come out with?
“Hey, Nico, we don’t know each other yet, so you may take this the wrong way and I’m not too bothered if you do. Mind your own fucking business; not one word about it. If, and I mean if something happens between me and Troy, it is nothing to do with you.” Raff winks and runs his thumb up the inseam of my jeans, barely letting the pad of his thumb graze across my balls.
Nico roars with laughter, “Raff, my man, you are going to fit in just fine, so get your asses here and we can work out your contract.”
“Hmm, I drive a hard bargain. You may not be offering what I want.” Raff chuckles.
“Okay, Nico, we’re five minutes away so say good bye now.” I grumble.
“Yeah, yeah, dude, whatever.” Nico drops the call.
Glancing over at Rafferty, a blush spreads up my face when I see the smirk on his. “So, we were supposed to be fucking like bunnies, hmm, I wish I’d known.” Raff’s tongue peeps out, lasciviously wetting his bottom lip.
“Oh, so, all of a sudden, we’re there now, are we?” I smile, knowing very well we are so there and I can’t wait to get him back to the house. “How long do you think you’ll need to sort out your contract?”
“That waits to be seen. You haven’t told me what you want and are offering. This was just a discussion to see if I would be interested in your… package.” An eyebrow rises as he looks back down at my groin.
“Well, as I remember, you were very interested in the package I was offering earlier.” Dropping my hand from the steering wheel, I cup my package, then, unable to keep up the game, I burst out laughing. Raff joins in and reaches across to grab hold of my hand. Bringing it up to his lips, he kisses the back before turning it over and kissing my palm. Shivers break out over my body as his tongue travels up and licks my middle finger before sucking it into his mouth, repeating the actions he made earlier on my dick.
“Fuck, Rafferty, you can’t do things like this, I’ve got a boner now and we are here.” I swing the truck into the parking lot and navigate to my space.
“That makes two of us, so let’s make this quick and get out of here; there are places I want to be buried in deep this afternoon.” Leaning across, Raff kisses me quickly but I want more. I snake my hand around the back of his neck and hold his mouth against mine, deepening this kiss. Pressing my tongue against his lips until he opens—I can taste the coffee and cigarette he had before we left—causing me to moan into his mouth. I pull away looking at Raff through lust-fogged eyes and see his are as dilated.
“Christ, Troy, you are fucking sex-on-legs. Let’s get this done.” Raff shakes his head to clear the fog then opens his door.
Stepping out of the driver’s seat, I take a moment to rearrange my aching junk. Raff stalks around the front of the truck and, as I push the door shut behind me, he closes in on me and forces my back against the door with a clunk. My eyes widen as he slants into me and my tongue darts out to dampen my suddenly arid lips, watching his eyes follow the trail of my tongue.
“Baby, you’re killing me. When we get home, I’m taking you. I’m claiming you. I going to be so deep inside your body, we won’t know where yours starts and mine ends. This is going to take us all night long, so, while we are sat with your brothers, I want you thinking about my cock pounding in and out of you.”
Contemplating the beautiful man, I take in his heavy, hooded, dilated eyes, the low, rasping timbre of his voice. Next, purely to cause me physical pain, Raff rocks his hips against mine and I feel the full, heavy thickness of his erect penis pressing hard against my own.
As my brain tries to decipher and understand Rafferty’s words, my dick is already there; I look at the man who has captured me and I want him this instant. “Fuck, Raff, you can’t say shit like that to me now. I’m the guy in charge of your contract, of your salary. And now, fuck! How can I concentrate now?”
My hands rake through my hair as I glance around, wondering who is watching this, watching us. But, really? I don’t care. This man is my everything. Licking my parched lips, Raff leans in and slides his own tongue across them, we both moan as our mouths connect. My hands clutch Raff’s hips, grasping under his beautifully cut suit as he claws at my waist. Our mouths lock, devouring each other.
Smiling, we push away and I hold my hand out for Raff who grabs it without any hesitation. Since we have been so physical with each other, I really don’t care; this is my man.
Entering the building, I spy Ben at the reception. He’s a friend of Ryan’s, from his army days. Ben narrowly survived a horrific attack in Afghanistan: a tough guy, he came out alive but lost a leg in a bomb blast. Currently, he runs a program helping rehabilitate veteran amputees. I have nothing but admiration for him.
He grins at us and, when he notices my hand in Raff’s, his smile widens even further. “Hey, Troy,”
I look at Raff and watch as he surveys his surroundings. “Let me introduce you to Raff.”
Raff glances back at me when he hears his name then turns to Ben and holds out his hand. “Hi, Ben, it’s great to meet you.”
“Likewise, welcome aboard.” Ben shakes Raff’s hand. “They’re waiting for you in the conference room, Troy.”
“Thanks.” Swiveling back to Raff, I chuckle, “I think we’d better get to them before Nico bursts a blood vessel!”
Raff’s thumb caresses my hand as we wend our way further into the building, then whistles entering the conference room with its floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the gym facility below us. He doesn’t know all offices have the same view, including the one set aside for him. Ryan and Nico step back from each other and smile guiltily at being caught making out.
“Hi, guys, did we interrupt you?” I scrutinize Ryan, who wipes his thumb over his kiss-swollen, bottom lip, and grin as he blushes.
“Nah, we’ve just been waiting for you two to finally show up.”