Page 20 of Troy
“I will be when we get back home, baby. You can count on it.” My voice deepens as I lean across to whisper, “you’d better drive quickly, Troy.”
My hand rests on Troy’s thigh for the duration of the drive, my fingertips drawing circles over the denim. I can feel him tense as I move up his seam, never getting as close as either of us would like but I want this build-up to heighten our senses and desires.
This is not going to be a rushed fuck nor a lengthy marathon to see who’s got the most tricks or stamina. I want this to be my best, ever. I don’t know how skilled Franco was, I don’t want to. I only want Troy to love what we do. He chews his bottom lip and I see his mind working at the same speed as mine; he must have the same thoughts and apprehensions I do. But, I also know he has the same desire and passion for me.
Letting my thumb slide over his bottom lip, loosening it from his teeth, he glances over at me and smiles. “You’re going to make that too sore for me to kiss, baby, and that would be a damn shame.”
“Yeah, sorry. I’ve got a lot on my mind, a lot of doubts clogging up my brain.” Troy shrugs. Luckily, we are back at the house and pulling into the garage.
“Troy, what are you doubting?” My fingers still on his thigh as a moment of doubt runs through me, “Troy, are you regretting this?” I point my finger between the two of us and see his eyes widen, in what? Surprise? Regret? Crap! Is he regretting this?
“What? Fuck no! Rafferty, Christ no. It’s me I’m doubting.” He shoots me a look I can’t work out. What can he mean? “Look, let’s get inside and get into something more comfortable than these suits.”
“Okay, let’s go.” I pull on the door handle and jump out of the cab. Waiting for him to meet me at the front, I watch as he closes his door and thumbs a button on his fob to shut the garage doors.
Hearing Boss scrabble at the door, I quickly pace ahead. “Boss, back up!” I call and I hear his claws scatter backwards, something I taught him very early on when I realized exactly how enormous he was going to be.
“He’s a good dog, Raff.” Troy steps up behind me and presses his body against mine, a moan escaping me as I feel his solid length wedging up to my ass crack.
“Can we please get indoors, baby?” My head thumps against the closed door as my anxiety increases.
“Sure, I’ll give you a spare set of keys.” He passes his over and I unlock the door. Boss sits in front of us, tail wagging like a loon. Switching off the alarm, I open the back door and watch him race down the yard.
Troy embraces me again, his mouth skating across the back of my neck sends thrills through my body. “I think there’s somewhere we need to be, don’t you, Raff?” Troy’s breath is cool over my heated skin, pebbling my skin with goosebumps.
I lean back into his body, pushing my hips up against his erection, and my mind goes blank as his tongue slides down the soft skin behind my ear before tracing the shell and nipping my earlobe. I manage a mumbled “Uh-huh.”
Taking my hand, Troy steers me through the house and up the stairs. I hesitate at my room, debating whether to get undressed in there. Troy shakes his head and tugs me down the corridor to his room.
I watch him as he strips out of his gorgeous suit jacket and shirt and drops them on a chair without regard for their condition or value. My head tips to one side as he sits on the edge of the bed to untie his shoes; lip back between his teeth.
“Doubting yourself again, baby?” I question, wondering what on earth he thinks is going to be an issue. After his amazing blowjob, I have no doubt of his ability to take me to new heights. I remove my tie and fold it, placing it on a dresser, then open the first button. Troy’s eyes widen and darken beyond the rich, chocolate brown that entrances me. Reaching his last, Troy stands, undoing the fastener of his pants and begins to lower his zipper. I hold my hand out. “Stop there, Troy; I want to be the one to release you.”
I take pleasure in his reaction as his lips part and his tongue slicks over the bottom one, moistening the dry lip. A minute sigh escapes, making my dick harden even more: I could bat baseballs, it’s so fucking solid. Kicking off my shoes, I disrobe down to my briefs and, kicking the clothes aside, I take the few steps separating me from my man. I love the way his chest heaves as his desires and expectations rise. When I reach him, my left hand cradles his cheek before I give him a slow, deep, leisurely kiss. As he shudders, I pull away. “So, tell me, baby, what can you possibly be having doubts about? You don’t see yourself in a good light, do you, Troy?” My voice nothing more than a husky rasp.
I kiss his high, defined cheekbones, peppering tiny kisses over his eyes and temples. My hands soothe his shoulders and arms; I can feel the strength in his muscular form and revel in the quivers my featherlight touches entice. My mouth follows down his neck, “Troy, talk to me, baby.” My lips floats over his collarbone as my tongue dips in the hollow and tastes the sweet sweat covering his silky skin.
“It won’t be good for you, I fear you won’t find me… shit, I don’t know, enough, maybe. You won’t find me as compelling. You have me enraptured, I fear that I won’t give you what you need. I can’t lose another love of my life. I never thought that I would find what I had with Franco again—and it’s true, I haven’t—but I have found something in you that makes me believe in the future, in a future with you.”
Raising my head from where it rested on his shoulder, I search his eyes: Complete honesty and beauty shine deep into my soul. But, before I can speak, Troy gives me a rueful smile.
“If this isn’t the real deal for you, Rafferty, then I can’t make love to you. I need you like I need air to breathe. So, if you don’t feel as committed to me as I am to you, then let me go before you break my heart. I know I won’t survive another lost love.”
“Do you really doubt yourself that much, Troy? Please, baby, you have to understand me, because I don’t want to have to repeat myself.” I let a small, half smile break across my face and his eyes fix on my mouth. “I have never, and I repeat, never felt the way I feel about you with anyone else. I felt so drawn to you from the first word you spoke to me, it was one simple word that turned my world upside down. It wasn’t what you said; it was your voice, it sang out to me and captivated me. I spent the afternoon trying to find out more about you, looking at every photograph, reading every article you had written or had written about you.
“But it was as you stepped out of your truck at that dingy motel that made every nerve, every heartbeat, every breath I took, focus on you. I was instantly hard and aching to touch you. You, Troy, are my man. I will follow you anywhere, I will fight with you, I will drive you crazy. But I will love you, I will love you so damn hard.”
Troy rests his hands on my hips and leans his forehead against mine.
“This is the most important part: I will not leave you until you send me away.” A ragged breath leaves me as I try to rein in my emotions.
“Thank you, Raff. Thank you for understanding me.” Troy whispers softly against my mouth.
“Always, baby, always.” I move lower and place a kiss over his tattoo. “I don’t ever want to replace what you had with Franco. I want us to create our own piece of heaven and carve our names in the stars. I want you, Troy, I want you so much.”
“Oh God, yes, Raff. Get me out of these wretched pants.” Troy thrusts his hips forward. Our erections have softened while we talked but, with one push against me, my dick stands proud again. I rip the zipper down, not caring if I damage the fabric, before pushing them down his legs, together with his briefs. His hot, heavy dick bounces against his stomach and I’m on my knees, my mouth watering as I run my face up his thighs. The roughness of my beard scratches his smooth skin, making Troy groan. His hands bury in my hair, pulling the tie free so his fingers can tangle in the length. Nudging his heavy sac with my chin, I breathe in his heady scent: the remnants of his expensive, citrus body wash and the musky, spicy smell that is all Troy. Fuck! Running my tongue up the crease where his thigh meets his groin, I lick the tender flesh before scraping my teeth over and around his pubic bone. Not completely bare but neatly trimmed and tidy, my teeth drag along there, too. Grasping hold of his firm, round buttocks, my middle finger slides up and down his crack, never reaching his puckered hole.
“Jesus, Raff, suck me, finger-fuck me, anything. Just do something.” The high, keening voice bursting from Troy has me smiling against his cock.
“I will, baby. I will and it will be so fucking good, you’ll think you’ve died. Just feel, let the sensations overpower you.” My mouth is so close to his dick now, he twitches as my breath blows over him. “I think I’ll have you lying down now.”
Standing up, I haul Troy into my arms and kiss him soundly. I want him so much. I want to be over him, pounding him into the mattress. I know we have forever to get as dirty as we want, allowing me to savor every moment of our first time. “Lie on your back, baby, hands off your stunning cock; that’s all mine.” I grin at him devilishly.
“Then touch the fucker, Raff, because I’m gonna blow the minute you get your hand or mouth on me.” The head of Troy’s cock weeps copiously, pre-cum beading in his slit before dripping onto his stomach.
My hands start on his chest: massaging his pecs, rubbing against his nipples to create little, hard peaks in the center of the nut-brown discs. The noises Troy utters make my dick twitch and weep, still trapped in the confines of my tight briefs. I can’t hold back any longer. Flicking my tongue against the ridge of Troy’s crown, I capture a bead of the salty-sweet fluid leaking down the thick, solid length. My eyelids flutter as I moan at his taste. God, this man is going to be the death of me, but not yet. Time to build him up. Lowering my mouth to right over the head, I blow a cool breath onto him. Troy’s hips buck violently, pushing his dick to my mouth. Hell, yeah, this is it!