Page 44 of Leather and Longing (Island Tales #3)

Chapter Thirty-Four

Paul checked the front door. Locked. Windows shut. TV off. Coffee machine off.

That last one was important. He’d forgotten one night and had entered the kitchen the following morning to be greeted by a nasty smell and the sight of a blackened glass jug. After a few nights of Adam teasing him, he made damn sure he checked it religiously. Not that he minded the teasing.

It reminded him of how much Adam had changed in the weeks since Paul’s arrival.

It wasn’t all plain sailing. There were days when a darkness seemed to descend over Adam, but Paul had grown adept at seeing the signs.

At least now he knew what was happening.

At first, he’d ask if Adam wanted to be left alone, but when Adam had replied in the negative each time, Paul did his best to keep the mood in the house positive.

He counted those days a success if he made Adam smile.

Paul loved making him smile.

He climbed the stairs and went into his bedroom to undress for a shower.

Adam was already in his room, but the door was ajar.

That was a good sign. Paul shed his clothing and walked naked into the bathroom.

He reached behind the glass to flip on the shower and waited for that first rush of cold water to pass before stepping under it.

The hot water was wonderful against his skin. Paul turned his face up to take the full force of the jets, before dropping his chin and letting the shower soak his hair.

“Want some help?”

Paul wiped the water from his eyes and peered through the steamy glass screen. Adam stood in the doorway, naked.

Paul grinned. “You offering?”

The outlook for his night was looking better.

Adam appeared at the end of the screen. “I could wash your back,” he suggested, smiling.

Paul flicked his gaze lower to take in Adam’s already thickened dick.

Definitely looking better.

“Is that all you’re offering?” he asked seductively. He ran his hands down his torso to palm his own cock that was filling nicely.

Adam joined him under the stream of hot water. “How about I start by washing your hair?”

Paul poured shampoo into Adam’s cupped palm and stood there while Adam massaged it into his hair, rubbing his fingers over the scalp, the motion soothing and sensual.

“You have a lovely touch,” Paul said with a sigh.

He closed his eyes and let Adam take care of him, rinsing out the shampoo before grabbing the body wash bottle from the shower rack and pouring a generous amount into his hand.

Adam soaped up Paul’s chest, spreading the silky lather over his body.

“Hope you’re doing a thorough job,” Paul joked, his voice sounding hoarse to his own ears, thick with desire.

Adam chuckled and turned Paul, pushing him against the tiles.

Paul braced himself, arms locked, and pushed out a low moan when Adam slid a soapy finger between his cheeks.

“Oh, I’m doing a very thorough job,” Adam confirmed, moving it gently in and out.

“When I’m done, you’ll be clean everywhere.

” With his left hand he soaped Paul’s arse, kneading the flesh, before reaching lower to cup his balls.

Adam brought his lips to Paul’s ear. “Want to share my bed tonight?” His breath tickled.

He withdrew his hands to bring them around to the front, fingers sliding along Paul’s slippery cock that was poking up toward his navel.

Paul rolled his head back to rest it against Adam’s shoulder.

“Are we gonna finish what we’ve started?

” he asked breathlessly. As if he didn’t know the answer, when Adam’s dick was hot and hard, pushing insistently, rubbing between his arse cheeks.

Paul was spending more nights in Adam’s bed than his own of late, but he had no complaints about that.

Adam chuckled into his ear. “Most definitely.” He pulled back.

“Now that I’ve got your engine all revved up, I’ll see you in there.

” He stepped from behind the screen and felt for a towel.

“Don’t be too long,” he admonished, cupping his prominent erection through the thin layer covering it. Adam exited the bathroom, whistling.

Paul had never finished off a shower so quickly in his life.

Once he was dry, which included a swift brush of a towel over his head, he walked into Adam’s bedroom. Adam lay in the centre of the bed, leisurely stroking his dick.

“My, that was fast.” Adam was smirking, the sod.

Paul climbed onto the bed. “D’you blame me? I mean, look what was waiting for me.” He was looking, all right. Adam hadn’t shaved, and his five o’clock shadow gave him a rough, almost dangerous appearance.

“Do I take it I look good?”

Paul laughed. “I’d describe you as hot. Sexy as fuck.” He crawled up Adam’s body, letting his heavy cock drag over Adam’s.

Adam grinned. “Someone’s wanting.” He beckoned with his finger. “Come here and kiss me.”

That was one instruction Paul never tired of hearing or obeying.

He straddled Adam’s waist and bent down to kiss him, letting Adam take control, his hands cupping Paul’s face. Adam took his time, exploring Paul at a languid pace, letting the intensity of the kiss build until Paul was feeding low moans into Adam’s mouth.

Adam broke the kiss and grabbing hold of Paul at the waist and hip, he rolled him onto his back. Adam lay on his side, his hard length searing Paul’s hip. “Did you enjoy our shopping trip last weekend?”

What the hell?

“Uh, yes.” Paul peered up at Adam from the pillow, frowning.

“You seemed to enjoy being in control,” Adam added with a smirk.

Paul was relieved to feel slightly more familiar ground beneath his feet. “Yeah, well, it made a change,” he said with a snicker.

“Why don’t we continue in that vein?” Adam suggested.

A fluttering in Paul’s stomach. “I don’t understand.”

Adam smiled, reached for Paul’s cheek and leaned over to kiss him on the lips. “I’m saying, for tonight, why don’t you be the one in control?” He rolled onto his back. “I’m yours to do with as you please.”

Paul stared. “What… I…” He widened his eyes. “You mean… I get to do anything I want with you?”

Oh… wow.

Adam grinned. “Now you’re getting it.”

“I’m in charge?” Paul’s dick jerked. Part of him definitely liked that idea. “And I can do anything?” He wanted to make sure he’d got that part right.

“Anything,” Adam confirmed.

It was Paul’s turn to grin. “Does that mean I get to use the cuffs in the bedside cabinet?”

“Oh, God, you are getting it.” Adam laughed. “Yes, Paul. If you want to cuff me, go ahead. I meant it: I’m all yours.”

Paul had ideas that went way beyond bondage. “Do… does this mean I can fuck you?” he asked quietly. Another jerk of his cock, a shiny bead of pre-cum at the head.

Adam blinked before smiling. “I said anything, right?” Paul fell silent and Adam let out a sigh. “Ah, I get it. You think because I was a Dom, I only top. Is that right?”

“Well, yeah.” Duh . The man oozed dominance, for God’s sake.

Adam folded his hands behind his head. “Just because I’m dominant doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy having a hard cock inside me on occasion.

” He brought his hand forward, smiling when his fingertips came into contact with Paul’s dick, brushing over the head.

Paul shuddered and Adam’s grin widened. He curled his fingers around Paul’s shaft, squeezing it.

“And this cock definitely feels hard to me.” He released Paul and withdrew his hand.

“Your breathing is ragged, your dick is leaking pre-cum”—he sucked his fingers, licking the sticky fluid from them, humming with satisfaction—“and you’re trembling.

I’d say that all points to me getting fucked tonight. ”

Paul was liking this day more and more.

He scrambled off the bed, dropped to his knees in front of the cabinet, and pulled open the door.

The cuffs were there, along with a couple of long straps.

Paul gathered them up and clambered back onto the bed.

Adam lay there, an amused expression on his face, while Paul looped the lengths through the carved headboard.

He resisted the idea of using the bedposts: he wanted Adam to be able to turn over.

Once the cuffs were attached to the opposite ends, he paused.

“Why have you stopped?” Adam whispered.

It was one thing considering tying Adam to the bed: it was another to be there with the cuffs in his hands, about to do it for real.

Before Paul could speak, Adam held out his hands, proffering his wrists. “Do it,” he urged.

Paul took hold of Adam’s left wrist and kissed it where the skin was most delicate. Adam caught his breath. Paul fastened the cuff, making sure it wasn’t too tight, before moving on to repeat the action with his right. The ankles he left free.

Paul gazed down at Adam, his wrists fettered but allowing for movement, his cock as stiff as Paul’s. “Wow,” he exclaimed, his voice soft.

Adam’s voice was hoarse. “You like what you see?”

Paul bent low to bestow one long, lingering kiss to Adam’s lips before responding. “Oh yeah.”

This was gonna be fun .

He moved to the end of the bed and placed himself at Adam’s feet, gazing along the length of Adam’s body, that tantalizing expanse of flesh laid out just for him.

Where to begin?

“Paul?” The catch in Adam’s breathing told Paul plenty, not that the sight of his rigid dick wasn’t a pretty good giveaway, too.

Paul wasn’t the only one wanting.

“Patience,” he purred, before lifting Adam’s leg and stroking the calf covered in a layer of soft, dark hair.

He placed a line of kisses along Adam’s left leg as far as his knee.

Adam was breathing more easily. Paul gave his right leg the same reverential treatment, loving the way Adam lay there, trusting him.

He caressed Adam’s thighs, bending to kiss them, sometimes to lick the warm flesh as Adam did with him, but always taking his time, worshiping Adam’s body.

Adam growled at the back of his throat. “Are you enjoying torturing me?”