Page 37 of Leather and Longing (Island Tales #3)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Adam surfaced sluggishly, pulled into a more alert state by…

A hot mouth on his cock.

He heaved a heavy sigh of satisfaction. It had been a while since he’d been awoken in such a delightful manner, and he intended to enjoy every minute, for as long as he could stave off his climax. It struck him this was the first occasion he had to sample Paul’s cock-sucking skills.

Judging by his debut performance, Adam was going to let Paul share his bed more often.

He slipped his hand below the sheet that covered him, and encountered Paul’s short hair, slightly longer at the back, perfect for wrapping around fingers and tugging.

Not that he was going to do any such thing right then: the sensations caused by that wonderful mouth were far too pleasant.

He groaned when Paul licked slowly down his dick and gently sucked one of Adam’s balls into wet heat, rolling it over his tongue before expelling it with the utmost care to render the same treatment to the other.

Paul pulled free of Adam’s sac and traced a line with slow deliberation up the underside of Adam’s cock, before taking him into his mouth, sucking hard on the head while he wrapped his fingers around the shaft and performed a twisting motion, his hand rising to meet his lips each time.

The suction was fucking perfect.

Adam placed his hands on either side of Paul’s head and held him steady while he gave an upwards thrust of his hips, pumping rapidly into his mouth.

His dick slid wetly in and out, Paul humming around it, until saliva dripped onto his skin.

Adam parted his legs wider, giving Paul more room to manoeuvre.

Paul rolled Adam’s balls between his fingers, his lips tight around Adam’s length.

Adam grunted as he rocked up into that mouth, driving his cock deeper with each thrust, until Paul began to splutter and cough.

“You have a gag reflex: good to know,” Adam said with a rough chuckle.

Paul groused around his dick and ran his finger through the saliva, before rubbing behind Adam’s balls and over his hole.

“Oh, fuck, do it,” Adam growled, spreading wide.

Paul got the message. Adam gave a low moan when Paul sank his finger slowly into him, all the while licking and kissing the length of his cock.

He groaned when Paul took his dick as deep as he could, while simultaneously rubbing over his prostate.

Adam rocked between mouth and finger, pushing down hard to feel more of it inside him, and thrusting up into wet heaven.

Paul stroked in and out of him, moving faster, and it wasn’t long before Adam couldn’t hold it off any longer.

He tightened his grip on Paul’s head, grabbing hold of his hair, and grunted, hips gaining momentum, rolling up off the mattress.

Paul whimpered around his dick, increasing the suction and tightening his lips each time he neared the head.

God, it feels good.

Too fucking good.

Adam bellowed as he emptied his balls, filling Paul’s mouth with cum, his body gripping Paul’s finger.

He held tight onto him, shuddering with each pulse down Paul’s throat, until he was spent.

Adam took shallow breaths while his heartbeat returned to normal, shivers rippling through his body sporadically.

His muscles relaxed and Paul slid his fingers free of Adam’s body.

Adam grabbed Paul under his armpits and tugged him up from beneath the sheet, cupping his nape and pulling him in to kiss that talented mouth.

He tasted his cum on Paul’s lips and licked up every trace, before taking Paul’s mouth in a slow, sensual kiss, intended to make his toes curl.

When Paul fed soft cries and moans into Adam’s mouth, he figured he’d done his job right.

Adam broke the kiss and Paul settled on his chest, his breathing uneven. “Good morning.” Paul’s voice was hoarse.

Adam ran his fingers through Paul’s short layers. “It is now,” he said with a grin. “Nice to know you can take the initiative.”

Paul snorted. “Oh, come on . I woke up to find your cock tenting the sheet. It was too good an opportunity to be missed.” He rolled off Adam and collapsed onto his side of the bed with a contented sigh. “Besides, it was about time I got to taste your dinodick.”

Adam turned his head in Paul’s direction, his eyebrows arched.

“Again with the bloody dinosaurs. I’m beginning to think you’re obsessed with them.

” He relaxed his features and snickered.

“I was also beginning to think you were averse to giving blowjobs. Whereas the reality is you’re bloody good at them.

” Adam was surprised by a warm hand slipping under his still half-hard cock, Paul’s fingers gentle as they stroked his length.

“Thank you, kind sir.” Adam caught his breath when the mattress dipped and Paul’s lips pressed against the head of his dick in a soft, brief kiss. Paul dropped back onto the mattress beside him, his body close enough that Adam could feel its warmth.

Adam was in no hurry to get up. His sleep had been fitful, but now his body was sated, his mind at rest. And thanks to Paul’s oral skills, he was totally relaxed.

“I could get used to this.” It was only as he uttered the words that Adam realised the truth of his statement. Having Paul there felt good.

A moment later, Paul sighed. “Me too.” He stiffened. “What’s that sound?”

“That,” Adam said, sitting up in bed and scraping his fingers across his scalp, “is a dripping shower. That is what kept me awake half the night, while you, ” he said, stretching out to prod the nearest part of Paul’s anatomy, which happened to be his thigh, “snored your little head off the entire night.”

Paul guffawed. “Geez, I wonder why I slept so well. Ooh, could be because someone not a million miles away fucked me. Hard.”

“You’d better not be complaining, boy, not if you want it to happen again. Talk about cutting off your nose to spite your face.” Adam loved that Paul felt comfortable—and confident—enough to participate in verbal banter.

“D’you want me to call a plumber?” Paul asked. Adam frowned and Paul snickered. “The dripping shower? Yes? Earth calling Adam, come in, Adam.”

Adam moved swiftly to deliver a slap to Paul’s leg, but the little shit slid out of bed, laughing. “Unfair,” he growled. “Taking advantage of a poor, blind guy.”

From the other side of the room came Paul’s wry chuckle. “Not my fault if you don’t move fast enough. But I guess a brontosaurus can’t move too fast anyway.” Another chuckle.

Adam laughed. “I know a mouthy little shit who’s got a spanking in his future if he keeps this up.” He got out of bed and crossed the room to open the wardrobe where Paul had placed his gear. “Now, where did you put that paddle?” He paused, grinning when he caught the hitch in Paul’s breathing.

Damn, he was in a good mood.

Adam closed the door. “This can wait. Although we’re talking a postponement, not a cancellation, you got that?” One of these days he was going to get Paul across his knee for real.

“Thank God for that,” Paul said with a snicker. “Now, do you want me to call a plumber?”

Adam shook his head. “Phone my sister. Dean is the one who deals with stuff like this. Any excuse to get him off his fat arse and do something, the lazy git. It’s probably only a matter of a worn washer that needs changing, or maybe the shower head jets are blocked.”

There was a moment’s silence. “I thought you didn’t like having him here.”

“I don’t. This was Caroline’s idea, to use Dean as a first recourse, and then if he can’t fix something, we get the professionals in. I agreed in the forlorn hope it might actually stir him into doing something.” He huffed. “Well, at least I’m trying.”

“I’ll call her after breakfast then. Speaking of which, I’ll go and put the coffee on. Someone’s messed up my routine this morning.” Adam heard the barely suppressed giggle before Paul exited the room.

He smiled to himself. It had all the signs of being a good day.

His agenda was already mapped out. He intended listening to Radio 4 for a while to catch up on world events, a habit he’d practiced religiously before his diagnosis but had let slip away from him in recent months.

It was Adam’s way of keeping abreast of the world political situation, looking for inspiration for his books.

Next was to get Paul started on the book. Adam also wanted to spend more time on his laptop, familiarizing himself with the new software and…

He halted in mid-action, reaching into a drawer to pull out a clean T-shirt.

What overwhelmed him was the difference in him, in the space of four weeks.

He wasn’t the same man who’d sat in the library, berating what had become of his life.

He hadn’t thought it possible for things to turn around the way they had, but the proof was stacking up.

He had a sex life again. He’d spent the night with a wonderful younger man in his arms, who’d taken it upon himself to wake Adam up with a blowjob.

Said man was going to work on his next book.

Adam was contemplating writing again. The house no longer felt like a cage.

He was getting his life back.

Adam was under no illusions. He knew the catalyst for all this change was Paul.

The more time he spent with him, the more Adam learned about what made Paul tick, and the more he liked what he discovered.

Outside of the bedroom Paul was a thoughtful, considerate, generous man with a good sense of humour and good instincts.

Moreover, he had balls. He didn’t take whatever Adam slung at him, but stood his ground, returning Adam’s slingshots in kind.

He could’ve slung his hook that first day, walked away like the others had, but instead he’d persevered, though Heaven knew why.

Adam liked that.