Page 45 of Leather and Longing (Island Tales #3)

Paul chuckled against his inner thigh. “This is torture?” He pressed his nose into the crease and inhaled Adam’s scent, rich and male.

Paul nuzzled under Adam’s balls, drinking in the manly aroma.

Adam’s smell was richer there, darker, musk pouring off him.

Paul stroked Adam’s inner thighs where the skin was at its softest and gently spread him.

He dipped his head to lick at Adam’s perineum, thrilling at the low groan that escaped Adam’s lips.

“I love sucking and licking your balls,” he said in a low voice. “I love it when I’m giving you a blow job in the morning. All you want is my mouth around your cock, but I get to tease you with my tongue.”

“Your mouth is incredible,” Adam moaned. Paul licked over the delicate sac, and he growled. “Use your teeth. Tug the skin with your teeth.”

Paul ignored him and rubbed his face against the base of Adam’s dick, hot and hard against his cheek.

Adam pushed up with his hips, twisting his body to bring the head of his cock to Paul’s lips.

He licked a line up to the head and Adam caught his breath.

Paul chuckled and made his descent, planting sucking kisses down his shaft.

“Oh, you fucking little tease.”

Yeah, Paul was definitely enjoying himself. He had Adam right where he wanted him—at Paul’s mercy.

He ignored Adam’s dick, its trickle of pre-cum a sore temptation, and spread him wider, revealing his hole, a dusting of hair surrounding it. Paul grabbed Adam’s arse and rolled him up off the bed, before brushing his tongue over Adam’s tight pucker.

“Fuck, yes.” His voice was raw with need.

Paul licked a line from his hole up to his balls and back again, feeling the muscle contract.

He held on to Adam’s leg with one hand and stroked up over his abs to flick his nipple with the other, his tongue teasing Adam’s hole the whole time.

Paul tweaked the tiny nub while he kissed and licked Adam’s pucker.

“God, Paul… that’s….” Adam shuddered, writhing. Paul flicked his nipple with his fingertip. “Use… use your nails,” Adam demanded. “Scrape over it with your fingernail.” Paul pulled away from his entrance and Adam howled. “Don’t fucking stop now.”

“Do I have to gag you? Because there’s a ball-gag in the cabinet, right where I can get at it.” Paul kept his voice steady.

“You… you wouldn’t.” Adam craned his neck up off the pillow to stare in Paul’s direction, pulling at his restraints.

Paul laughed. “Then stop telling me what to do. I’m in charge, remember?”

Adam lowered his head back down to the pillow with a growl of exasperation.

Paul chuckled and returned to his task of teasing Adam’s clenched hole with his tongue, licking and sucking it, before pushing into Adam with the tip.

Adam shivered and Paul pressed deeper, loving the way Adam’s body opened up for him.

He lost himself in the sensations: the musky scent emanating from Adam; the taste of him, clean and male; the feel of his skin beneath Paul’s fingers.

Adam stopped growling. He cried out with every stroke of Paul’s tongue inside him, his back arching. Paul forgot to breathe and pushed his tongue into Adam again and again, his hands caressing Adam’s body.

“Please, Paul…” Adam gasped out when Paul raised his head and brushed his lips over the head of his dick.

Paul gave in to temptation and took his cock deep, moaning around it, his own shaft aching with need.

Adam shuddered each time Paul slid that hard dick into his mouth, his soft cries growing louder and more frequent.

Paul couldn’t wait anymore. He pulled free of Adam’s cock and yanked open the drawer beside the bed to take out their supplies. Adam’s breathing quickened, his belly tightening.

“Paul… Before you grab a condom… We’ve had our results, remember?”

He had forgotten.

“You want me to fuck you bare?” Paul had never gone condom-free.

“Yes, God, yes,” he exclaimed fervently, spreading his legs wide and tilting himself up for Paul.

The sight of Adam laid out, ready for Paul to fuck him, was intense.

Paul swiped lube-slicked fingers over his rigid shaft, before pushing two of them into Adam, sliding in deep. Adam groaned, the sound swelling in volume when Paul withdrew.

Paul shuffled forward until the head of his cock was where he wanted it, pressing lightly against Adam’s hole.

He leaned forward, braced on one arm, and held his dick steady while he eased the head inside, feeling the muscle resist him at first. The view of Adam’s entrance opening up to take him in was heady.

Slowly, carefully, Paul entered him, and for the first time in his life, he felt the searing heat of a man’s arse around his bare dick.

Adam’s breathing hitched. “Fuck, Paul, you’re big.”

“Says the man with the brontosaurus dick.” He leaned over to kiss Adam, revelling in the heat of Adam’s body tight around his shaft.

He straightened with a groan. “Fuck, it feels so good.” Better than good—it felt incredible, watching Adam’s body pulling him deeper.

Paul hooked his arms under Adam’s knees and leaned, his face inches from Adam’s.

“You… you feel amazing,” he moaned, before lowering his mouth to Adam’s lips in another kiss. He wanted to say more, but the lure of that mouth was too much. He kissed Adam, sliding his tongue deep, tasting him, while he gently thrust all the way into him.

Adam pushed a low groan into his mouth, thrusting with his hips, rocking up from the bed in a bid to increase the pace, but Paul was having none of it.

He lowered his body between Adam’s thighs and pinned him to the mattress, hips rolling as he moved slowly in and out of Adam’s heat.

Adam shuddered beneath him, rocking gently along with him, the two of them settling into a rhythm that was measured, sensual and absolutely fucking perfect .

Paul focused his gaze on Adam’s face—that beautiful face, turned up toward him, mouth wide, incoherent sounds pouring out of him.

“God, look at you,” Paul gasped. He slid deeper, burying his cock inside Adam, his heart soaring when Adam wrapped his legs around Paul’s waist, holding him tight. “It’s like… I can’t get deep enough.”

“Paul, please,” Adam begged, pulling hard on his restraints. “I need…”

“What? What do you need?” Paul stilled, his dick all the way in.

“I need to hold you.” The words were almost a sob.

Paul didn’t hesitate. He unbuckled the cuffs and rubbed Adam’s wrists, ensuring blood flow.

When he released them, Adam slid his hands around Paul to rest on his back, holding him close while Paul brought their chests together, their skin damp with perspiration.

Paul resumed his gentle rocking motion, desperate to make it last as long as possible.

He slid his arms under Adam’s shoulders and fucked him, his lower body undulating.

Adam stroked up and down his back, all idea of haste seemingly forgotten.

He cupped Paul’s cheek and pulled him down into a kiss, lips brushing against lips, licking his way inside Paul’s mouth, his fingers curled in Paul’s hair.

His heels rested on the swell of Paul’s arse, Adam moving with him, the two of them locked together in an intimate dance of passion, their steps unhurried.

Paul didn’t want this to end.

Adam was lost in a world of heat and confusion.

His world had tilted on its axis and he hadn’t a clue what it all meant.

His first thoughts had been that Paul was torturing him, deliberately taking things slowly.

Perhaps it was Paul’s attempt at giving Adam what he’d given Paul during the last few weeks—a teasing fuck to bring him to the edge.

But as Paul lay on top of him, that heavy, full cock sliding in and out, wringing such pleasure out of him as he’d never known in the arms of another…

Adam wasn’t so sure. Because it no longer felt like fucking, the breathless couplings he’d grown accustomed to since Paul had begun sharing his bed.

This was something else, something different.

Paul was making love to him. And Adam loved every second of it.

Paul let go of him and slipped his hand between their perspiring bodies to wrap around Adam’s cock. Adam arched up into that touch, needing more. He let go of Paul’s face and grabbed hold of Paul’s shoulders, fingers digging in hard.

God, this was good, so fucking good.

Paul picked up the pace and Adam cried out.

“Fuck, yes, just like that.” He rocked, desperate to take Paul deeper, as deep as he could.

He wanted to let it all spill out of him: how good it felt to have Paul inside him, how much Adam loved this, loved having Paul fill him, how fucking amazing Paul was…

Adam knew that if he opened his mouth, what came out would be a stream of nonsensical words and hoarse cries.

Paul’s hand tightened around his dick, making him thrust harder through Paul’s fist. When Paul’s hips began to piston, Adam knew his lover was close.

My lover.

Holy Fucking Hell. I have a lover.

The thought was enough to send heat coursing through him.

“Change the angle a bit,” Adam demanded. Paul shifted position and Adam cried out, the sound rebounding off the walls. “That’s it. You’re hitting my prostate.”

Paul quickened the pace. “That what you need?”

“Y-yes,” Adam stammered out. “Fuck, right there. Oh God, don’t… don’t stop.” He tightened his body around Paul’s shaft, and Paul moaned, long and hard.

“Again. Do that again.”

Adam did, repeating the action until Paul’s movements grew jerky. He thrust all the way into Adam, arms braced, elbows locked, hips pistoning, flesh slapping against flesh.

“I’m going to feel it on my cock when you come,” Paul panted. “Can you feel every inch when I slide it into you?”

“Fuck, yeah,” Adam moaned, hips rolling up off the bed to meet Paul’s thrusts, his legs wrapping around Paul’s waist. “You’re so hard inside me, so fucking deep.

” He felt for Paul’s face, cupping his cheek.

“Fill me with your load. Let me feel it.” He curled his fingers around his own cock, tugging on it.

Paul’s head dropped to his shoulder, his soft groan of pleasure filling Adam’s ear as he came inside him, body jerking with each pulse of Paul’s dick. Adam cried out as he creamed his fingers, shivering with ecstasy and need.

They lay together, Paul locked inside him, Adam’s body clamped tight around his cock, both of them shuddering out the last of their mutual orgasms, swapping sweet, slow kisses that made Adam’s head spin. Eventually he knew it had to end, but in that moment…

Fuck.

What just happened?