The sharp pain instantly transforms into electric pleasure that shoots through my entire body, reconnecting us in a way that feels deeper than before.
Our bond flares to life, a brilliant golden thread between us that pulses with every beat of our hearts.
We stay like that for what feels like a long time, locked together, our bodies slick with sweat and our breathing ragged.
Moving slowly, Cliff presses his forehead against mine, his eyes closed, his body still shaking. When our trembling finally subsides, he carefully shifts us, lifting me against the wall as though I weigh nothing.
His knot keeps us joined as he gently laps at the fresh mark on my neck, his tongue soothing the sensitive skin. The tender gesture contrasts with the ferocity of our coupling, and I melt against him, completely sated and utterly claimed.
"Mine.”
And for the first time since this started, I don't feel like I stole something that wasn't mine.
At the Shop
Perrin
My head fallsback against the worn leather of the office chair, a guttural groan tearing from me as my cock pulses against Raff's tongue.
He hollows his cheeks, sucking me deeper as I come, his throat working around the head, milking every drop from me.
My fingers curl around his neck as I thrust up, fucking his mouth through my orgasm. His hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as I shudder, my entire body convulsing with the force of it.
When the waves finally subside, I'm left panting and boneless, my cock softening on his tongue as he gives one last, gentle suck before pulling away.
Slowly, Raff lifts up, letting my dick fall from his mouth, then licking his lips clean. A satisfied smirk plays on his face, and his eyes flash.
“You came so hard,” he growls softly, slipping his hands up my thighs. “Such a good boy, giving me every last drop.”
A breathless laugh escapes me, and I feel my cheeks warm. "Don't say things like that," I murmur, even as something in my chest goes embarrassingly soft at the praise. "You know what talking like that does to me."
"I do." Raff smiles as he rises to his feet, leaning over me. I tip my head all the way back to see him, then he bends and captures my lips in a deep, possessive kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it sends another jolt of desire through me.
My hands find his belt, and the phone buzzes on the desk.
I ignore it, working his buckle.
My fingers graze his shaft through his jeans and Raff makes a low sound that I feel in my spine. "Yes.” He moans when I pull his zipper down, freeing his perfect cock. “Suck me good, so I can use your spit as lube.”
I gasp and the phone buzzes again. Worried it might be important, I pull back enough to glare at it.
"Whoever it is can fuck off," Raff snarls, but I’m already turning away from him.
"I have to.” I give him a pointed look.
But instead of giving me a break, Raff drops back to his knees between my thighs. He licks my limp dick as his big hands slide up and squeeze my hips.
I bite back a sound as I answer the phone. "Marchetti Auto Salvage."
"Why aren't you answering my texts?" Adam's voice comes through flat and obviously annoyed.
"Sorry." I clear my throat and Raff sucks me harder. I shift in the chair, trying to push him away, but the bastard doesn’t budge. "We're getting the car now, Adam,” I say loudly, making Raff stop what he’s doing.
"Okay." A pause. "Raff too?"
"Yeah, Raff too."
"Fine. Don't be long." He hangs up.
