Page 53 of Love at First Rep

Garrett pressed his forehead against Rafe’s and slid his hand to Rafe’s cock. Despite coming minutes ago, it twitched in his hand.

“Tell me how you want it.”

Rafe smiled so brightly he took Garrett’s breath away.

“Let me ride you like I’ve always wanted to.”

“Fuck yes, baby.” Garrett rolled them so Rafe ended up on top, Garrett’s hard cock standing at attention as Rafe straddled him.

“My God, this view,” Garrett gasped.

Garrett hadn’t had nearly enough time to appreciate Rafe’s body. His eyes took in all of him while his hands slid along his skin. If he had his way, he would become familiar with every inch of Rafe.

As hard as it was to take his eyes off Rafe, he couldn’t help spotting the mirror on the wall directly across from them.

“Wait,” he said before he wriggled up the bed and put a couple pillows underneath himself, elevating his torso enough to watch the reflection. He could see both sides of Rafe and nearly came on the spot.

His eyes traced the compass tattoo with his name in it and slid down the muscles of Rafe’s back until they landed on the sweetest ass he’d ever seen.

“Holy fuck, you’re so sexy. Damn,” Garrett said as his hands drifted along Rafe’s sides and moved to his ass.

Rafe checked over his shoulder and chuckled as he turned to Garrett.

“You just lay there and enjoy the view, mi dulzura.”

Garrett smiled as his gaze returned to Rafe’s face. His knowledge of Spanish didn’t include terms of endearment, and he had no idea what those words meant, except that mi translated to my. That was good enough for him. So long as he belonged to Rafe, he’d be happy.

Rafe took that moment to sit on his knees, and Garrett helped by holding his throbbing dick upright until it met Rafe’s hole. Rafe lowered himself so agonizingly slowly, and once he lowered completely they both exhaled in relief.

Garrett had never felt something so perfect.

It didn’t take long before Rafe was bouncing on Garrett’s cock, Garrett’s gaze flitting between Rafe and his reflection. He was mesmerized by the slight jiggle of Rafe’s round peach of an ass each time he slammed down on him.

He lost the concept of time as he focused on Rafe, and all too soon Rafe stiffened, his ass squeezing Garrett’s dick as jets of white spurted across Garrett’s chest. The sight alone would have made him come, but the tight hold Rafe had on his cock had him tumbling over the edge of the cliff, his orgasm barreling into him.

He wasn’t sure if he blacked out or experienced temporary blindness because of the onslaught of pleasure, but when he came to, Rafe’s body was draped over his, their chests heaving against each other as they came down from the high.

“Mission accomplished,” Rafe said between panted breaths. “I was going to say mission accomplished.”

Garrett shook with quiet laughter, remembering how he cut off Rafe’s earlier proclamation in the car. “Damn right.”

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After they’d gotten off once more in the shower and settled on the couch waiting for a delivery of Chinese food, Garrett turned the conversation back to that day’s events.

“How’d the interviews go?”

Rafe’s head bobbed side to side in thought before he answered. “I didn’t pick up on anything. Everyone came back clean except for minor shit that happens in every office. People stealing someone’s lunch or wasting time playing Candy Crush when they should be working. A couple people made me ask a few more questions, but I don’t think any of them have anything to do with the drugs.”

Frustration hit Garrett. He’d hoped they’d get something out of all those conversations.

He took a moment to word his next question carefully. “What did you think of McHugh?”

Rafe scratched the back of his head and scoffed. “That guy is a trip. What’s it like working for someone who puts the ‘high’ in higher authority?”

Garrett blinked at Rafe, and they broke out in laughter. “Not your best work. I hope talking to McHugh didn’t kill all your brain cells.”

“Nah. I mean, he seemed like a fun guy. I can’t believe he’s kept this job so long.”