Page 18 of Leather and Longing (Island Tales #3)

Chapter Fourteen

Adam stifled a moan.

How long since I felt another man’s heat, heard that word from his lips?

Too fucking long. Not so long that he’d forget his good sense if Paul turned out not to have a condom handy.

I’m not that drunk . And the prospect of sinking his aching cock into Paul’s arse was doing a damn good job of sobering him bloody quick.

“Gonna fuck you now,” he growled.

All he had to go on was Paul’s rapid breathing, the whimper that escaped his lips, and the musk that rolled off him, but it was enough to tell him his plans met with approval.

“Best thing I’ve heard in ages,” Paul murmured. “You don’t hear me saying no no no , do you?”

Thank fuck for that. If he’d thought for one minute Paul wasn’t into this, he’d have stopped it there and then. Adam wasn’t into rape.

Bloody hell, he feels so good.

There was firm flesh beneath his fingertips, an intoxicating scent that played havoc with his dick—and a pair of shorts that were definitely in the way.

Adam shuffled back until he could feel the waistband.

He fumbled for the button, slapping Paul’s hands away when he tried to help.

“I can manage, thank you.” His heart was pounding, his body doing its best to overcome the effects of the alcohol, even if he hadn’t drunk that much of it.

If I’d known sex was on the menu, I’d never have gone looking for that bloody fucking bottle.

Adam lowered the zipper and slipped his fingers through the gap to stroke Paul’s hard, bare dick.

“Commando. I approve.” Paul pushed up, his cock trapped behind the layer of fabric.

“Patience,” Adam said with an evil chuckle.

He grasped the shorts firmly and yanked them down to Paul’s knees.

Adam moved until he was at Paul’s bare feet, and grabbed the young man’s ankles and pushed until those feet were in the air, rolling Paul’s arse up into the air.

There followed the soft thud of something hard hitting flesh before clattering to the floor.

Adam grinned. “What has it got in its pocketses?”

“Phone, condoms, and lube,” came back the breathless reply.

His grin widened. “Clever boy. Grab your legs at the knees and hug them to your chest.” He reached out, his hand finally connecting with warm, firm skin. Paul’s arse cheeks were covered with a soft down, and when Adam sought his crack, he found more hair.

He pulled back his hand and brought it down hard on Paul’s right arse cheek.

“Ow!” Paul’s yelp filled the room.

Adam rubbed over the skin gently. “One day, I’ll give you a proper spanking.”

Paul shuddered when he ran his hand over Paul’s arse. “Is that a promise?”

Adam let out a groan. “Fuck.” His dick was like granite. He let his fingers do some exploring before finally rubbing over Paul’s hole with his thumb.

It was sensory overload. The feeling of those globes, rounded and firm to the touch; the contrast with his hole, puckered, hot flesh surrounded by hair: the sounds that were growing in frequency, sounds that spoke of urgent need.

Adam’s need was urgent, too.

“Condom, on my cock, now,” he barked, running his fingers through Paul’s crease, the allure of that hot little hole too much to ignore. “Do I need to prep you?” God, he wanted in there.

“I can prep myself,” Paul gasped. “And as long as you use plenty of lube, we’re in business.

” Adam heard the tearing of foil, followed by warm fingers on his cock as Paul covered him with the latex.

“Oh yeah, plenty of lube for this spinosaurus of yours.” A sachet was thrust into Adam’s hands, already torn open.

Helpful little sub.

Adam laughed. “You’ve got a thing about dinosaurs, haven’t you?” He slicked up his shaft and wiped his fingers through Paul’s crack, encountering Paul’s hand. “Don’t take too long. I want to be inside this tight little arse.”

“And it is,” Paul blurted. “Tight, I mean.”

Fuck, any more of this and Adam would come before he’d even gotten the head of his cock through the ring of muscle.

Paul’s arse was right there for the taking, his legs held out of the way, Adam shuffled forward until his cock pushed against Paul’s entrance, sliding over the wrinkled skin over and over until Paul moaned loudly.

The sound grew more needy when Adam slowly pressed a finger inside him, inwardly groaning at the feel of hot silk.

“God, yes,” Paul hissed. Adam let out a wry chuckle and sawed in and out of Paul’s hole, until Paul was pushing down hard, clearly chasing it, wanting more.

He pulled free and eased his dick into position.

For a moment, his thoughts went to all those times he’d blindfolded a sub and fucked them in a sling or tied to a bench.

For the first time, it really felt as though his remaining senses had gone into overdrive.

When did I last feel this alive?

He rubbed his cock over Paul’s pucker, moving faster now, his hips rocking.

Adam slid his palm up Paul’s thighs to where Paul’s hands were hooked under his knees, his shorts in a thick wad of fabric above them.

Adam gripped the cotton and held onto it tightly with one hand while he continued to saw through Paul’s crease with his dick, creating the most exquisite friction.

“For God’s sake, fuck me already!” Paul’s heartfelt cry was an echo of the yearning Adam felt, the desire to penetrate that arse as deep as he could go.

“This is gonna be quick,” Adam gasped as he pressed the head of his cock against the ring and pushed, slowly sinking into a heat and tightness he’d almost forgotten existed.

His low moan mingled with Paul’s as he filled him to the hilt.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” He couldn’t wait a second longer.

Adam held onto Paul’s shorts like an anchor and proceeded to fuck him with long, deep strokes, increasing in speed.

His balls slapped against Paul’s arse and his hips snapped back and forth, pulling out until the head was just inside and then shoving back into him, varying the depth of his thrusts.

Adam let go and lost himself in the sheer joy of fucking.

When had sex ever felt this good? Damn it, he was hyper-aware of everything .

The feel of that tight channel, its walls clinging to Adam’s dick.

Paul’s heat, pouring off his body and enveloping Adam’s cock.

The noises that poured from Paul’s lips, wordless entreaties to fuck him harder, Paul trying to meet his thrusts, to get more of Adam’s dick in him.

The exquisite sensation of thrusting deep into him, all his nerves singing in exhilaration as he neared orgasm.

Neared? He was catapulted into it, every cell, every molecule of his body brought to life, zinging.

Adam howled and emptied his balls into the condom in long pulses, his cock buried deep in Paul.

He shuddered through his climax, trembling with each spurt, until he felt hollowed and wrung out, and yet more alive than he’d felt for months.

Paul gave out soft noises, his body still shaking, his own orgasm imminent.

Adam was not about to leave him hanging.

He withdrew, pulled off the condom and dropped it to the floor.

“On your feet.” He shifted back and up onto his haunches while Paul complied, the sound of his movements urgent.

Adam reached out and encountered soft, firm thighs.

He slid his hands higher until they met with a stony shaft. The boy needed, all right.

Adam took the head of Paul’s dick and swallowed him to the root.

“Oh, fuck!” Paul shook, and Adam grabbed hold of his arse, pulling him in tighter while he sucked him off.

He knew it wouldn’t be long, and within seconds, Paul shot his load down Adam’s throat.

Adam held onto him, swallowing every drop and licking him clean.

His come was thick and silky on Adam’s tongue, with a tang of salt to it.

When he knew Paul had no more to give, Adam rose to his feet, the muscles in his thighs complaining a little.

“And now, if you’ll pass me my cane, I’ll go back to bed. Clean up before you come to bed.”

Paul placed the cane in his hands but lingered there. “Whose bed?” he asked breathlessly.

Adam snorted. “Definitely not mine.” He caught the catch in Paul’s breathing but ignored it.

After all, this was just sex. He didn’t want to give Paul ideas.

“Good night.” And with that he walked past Paul, swinging the cane in front of him so as not to trip on any unwanted objects, and headed through the hall and up the stairs, not hurrying, because God forbid he should fall and break something.

He could only imagine the looks on the faces of the paramedics.

For the first time in a long while, Adam almost felt like his old self again.

Almost.

Paul stayed where he was, the echo of Adam’s footsteps receding up the stairs. He should have felt satisfied.

I wanted this, right? He’d wanted the sharp taste of Adam’s authority, the rough intimacy of it. And yes, the sex had been good. Better than good.

But the silence Adam left behind rang hollow.

Paul let out a breath and raked a hand through his hair.

Definitely not mine.

The words had been tossed off so casually, as though they cost Adam nothing.

But Paul had heard the snort, the careful deflection, and worse, the pause before it.

For one reckless moment, he’d thought Adam might answer differently.

That maybe this wasn’t only about release, about Adam clawing back a scrap of his old self.

Paul scrubbed a hand over his mouth, tasting the ghost of what had passed between them. He told himself it was enough, but the ache low in his chest betrayed him.

He wanted more. Not more sex—though God knew he wouldn’t refuse it—but more of Adam . The man who could exit a room with gravitas even while navigating with a cane. The man who pretended nothing could touch him, when Paul had already seen the cracks in that armour.

He forced himself to move, gathering up the discarded clothes, and picking up the items that had fallen from his pockets.

Okay, so getting fucked wasn’t in my job description. I’m not about to complain, not after that. What played over and over in his head was the way Adam had fucked him. Sure, there’d been passion, need, but…

But no connection.

And maybe there was a small part of Paul that craved a connection. The truth pressed in as heavily as the quiet house around him.

Adam had drawn a line tonight.

Paul wasn’t sure he could stop himself from wanting to cross it.