Page 28 of Leather and Longing (Island Tales #3)

Paul laughed nervously. “You’re probably the only person I can talk to about this, so yes.” A fact that had only recently dawned on him. He expelled his breath in one long push of air, as if that would get rid of his nerves. “What I saw in there… Whoa.”

“You don’t need to tell me that part. I have a fair idea.” He lifted his eyebrows, grinning.

This time Paul laughed louder. “I’m sure you do.”

“Did you like what you saw?”

Oh fuck, did I. “Yes,” he whispered.

“Can I ask you something? When you saw all those guys, watched what was happening…. Which role did you see yourself in? The one with the whip in your hand? Or the one taking it?”

“Taking it.” Paul gulped in air, conscious of his cock rising, desperate to touch it, to close his eyes and take his mind back to that club. To be thinking about someone’s hand landing on his arse, the bite of a paddle, the kiss of a whip or a flogger against his back, all of it, while he came.

“Did you ever go back to the club?”

“Yeah, three or four times.”

“Did you… participate in any scenes?”

“Yes.” It came out as another whisper.

“And did you enjoy it?”

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck .

Paul’s heart was pounding so hard, he was surprised Adam couldn’t hear it.

He heard the hitch in Adam’s breathing, saw his nostrils flare again, and bit back a groan at the sight of Adam’s very obvious erection. But he couldn’t hold back the low moan that spilled from his lips when Adam took his own cock in hand and slowly pumped it.

“I can smell you,” Adam whispered, his fingers wrapped around that fat dick, stroking it, spreading pre-cum over the head. “You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?”

Paul let out a whimper and reached for his own cock, tugging it, too lost in his fantasies to think about his surroundings.

“Are you imagining yourself strapped to a cross while someone takes a whip to your back? Can you hear it cut through the air before it lands, stinging your flesh, leaving its mark?”

Oh God. Faster now, hand sliding over pre-cum-slicked flesh.

“Or are you stretched out over someone’s knees, your cock hard, rubbing against his thigh while he spanks you, his hand leaving your arse hot and red?” Adam’s voice was silk, his words a caress on Paul’s bare skin.

Fuck. Balls high and tight, aching.

“Or are you bent over a bench, tied to it while someone fucks you, ploughs into you, reams your hole with his thick, hard dick?”

“Oh , fuck. ” Paul was going to come. He gasped out a groan, his hand tightening around his shaft.

“Okay, I’ve had enough.” Shane’s voice rose above the sound of laughter. “I’m getting back on the boat.”

Adam reacted immediately, his hand shooting out to find Paul’s cock. He felt for Paul’s balls and gave them a good yank. Paul gave a yelp and Adam let out a low growl. “Onto your front, now.”

Paul rolled over and tried to lie still, his shaft aching with need, his balls tingling. Adam copied him, just as water splashed onto the stern when Shane hoisted himself aboard.

“Oh, that’s a great idea. Give me a sec and I’ll join you.”

Paul kept his head down as Shane padded past him to grab a towel, shaking drops of water over him. Keeping quiet was not an option, not with his friends. He lifted his chin to regard Shane. “Was the water nice?” he asked, amazed his words sounded normal.

“Fantastic.” Shane beamed. “You really can’t beat it.”

Beside him, Adam gave a smothered snort. Paul gave a dirty look in his direction before it occurred to him that it was a waste of a good scowl.

Eric heaved himself aboard the boat, looking relaxed, water beading on his chest. Jason, Mikey, Taylor and David followed. It wasn’t long before every available inch of space was taken up with naked men, sunning themselves and drinking bottled water.

When Paul had regained his composure—and lost his erection—he sat up, drinking with the others. Adam joined them, looking totally relaxed, the bastard.

“I’m sitting here surrounded by naked men, aren’t I?” Adam said with a smile. Laughter followed his words. “Damn. Of all the times to be blind.” More laughter.

Paul stared at him, a feeling of lightness flooding through him.

It was the first time he’d heard Adam refer to himself as blind in a remark clearly designed to be humorous.

He wanted to say something, anything , to let Adam know the significance of his remark hadn’t gone unnoticed, but this wasn’t the time.

When we get home.

“Yeah, and there was I thinking only gay guys liked getting buck naked around each other,” David added with a chuckle. “Adam, these guys were into skinny dipping long before I came along.” He looked at his watch and sighed.

Taylor snuggled up to him. “You’re thinking about your book, aren’t you?”

David nodded. “I’ve only written a couple thousand words today. I’d be happier if it were four thousand.”

Eric waved his hand. “Hey, no problem. We can head back in.” He smirked. “Though you all might want to get dressed first.” He winked and everyone laughed.

Paul handed Adam his clothes. Adam pulled him closer to whisper above the chatter and the noise of the engine starting up.

“We’re not done yet. This ‘conversation’ will be continued when we get home.”

His words sent a shiver of anticipation that ran the length of Paul’s spine.

Adam pulled his shorts over his feet and squirmed into them. One glance at his bulging crotch was enough to make Paul’s shudders intensify.

“Hey, Adam, would you like to take us in?” Eric called out. “I’ll guide you to the jetty.”

The beam of delight on Adam’s face was a joy to behold. “I’d love to.” He patted Paul’s arm. “Later.” His whisper tickled Paul’s cheek.

As Adam tapped his way over to the helm, Paul’s gaze followed him, his heart hammering yet again.

All he could think about was what Adam might have in store for him.