Page 55 of Leather and Longing (Island Tales #3)

Adam tugged Paul until he straddled Adam’s waist. He cupped Paul’s head and drew him into a kiss, their soft sighs mingling. Adam leaned against the cushion, holding Paul against his body, loving his weight, his warmth.

“I love you.”

Now that he’d finally said the words, it was as if he didn’t want to stop.

“I love you, too.” Paul was where he’d wanted to be for so long, and it was heaven.

“So what’s next?” he asked, comfortable in the circle of Adam’s arms.

“That’s easy. You’re fired.”

Paul sat bolt upright. “Excuse me?”

Adam smiled. “And you’re moving into my room.”

Okay, that melted him into a pile of goo, but…

“Let’s go back to the ‘you’re fired’ thing.” Paul folded his arms across his chest, even though the gesture was lost on Adam. It was instinctive.

“I am not going to carry on with you as my companion, assistant, whatever. You’re my lover, my partner.”

How am I supposed to keep mad at him when he keeps saying stuff that turns me into a puddle?

“What about your books?” Paul wasn’t giving up that easily. Adam was going to have to prove he was surplus to requirements.

“What about them? If I need an assistant, I’ll hire one. You, on the other hand, will need to find another job.”

“Ah, so I’m not going to be a kept man,” Paul said with a chuckle. “Damn. And there was me thinking you were going to keep me in the style to which I wish to become accustomed.” Not that he minded working. “I’d prefer to do a job which suits my qualifications.”

Although finding one might take a while. Look how long it took me to find this one.

“Fair enough.” Adam leaned forward and kissed him, a simple brushing of lips.

“There’s no rush. We’ll see what’s out there and when something turns up, you can apply.

” He gave a quiet laugh. “I’m playing this by ear too, all right?

This is all new to me. I’m relying on you to help me through the minefield.

The most important thing is we’re together, and we love each other. Right?”

Paul kissed him slowly, taking his time, until he could feel Adam growing hard beneath him, his hips starting to move. “Right,” he murmured against Adam’s mouth. “Any chance we can continue this conversation somewhere else? Maybe your bed?”

Adam’s arms tightened around him. “ Our bed, you mean.”

Paul liked the sound of that.

“Fuck, please, Adam,” Paul begged, writhing beneath him while Adam’s hips undulated, the movement unhurried, their slick cocks sliding against each other in Adam’s hand. Paul was breathless, his body covered in sweat, balanced on the edge of orgasm where Adam had kept him for the last hour.

Adam was having a hard time holding back his own climax.

He’d brought Paul to the brink, only to back off and give him brief respite before swallowing his cock, feeling it bump the back of his throat.

When Paul’s shivers were almost constant, he’d relented and slid lube-slicked fingers into Paul’s tight channel, going straight for his prostate.

Paul’s moans had begun again in earnest, not that Adam was listening to his pleas to be allowed to come.

Adam was in control of this dance, and he wasn’t ready for it to end.

Not until the final movement.

“Adam.” Paul shuddered beneath him, pulling him away from his thoughts.

Adam lowered his head and kissed Paul on the mouth.

“Not yet.” He flipped them so that Paul was astride him, Adam’s dick sliding through his crack.

Judging from the way tremors racked Paul’s body, he was close.

Adam reached for the lube and swiped it over his hard-as-steel shaft.

Grabbing Paul around the waist, Adam helped him to position himself above the head of Adam’s cock and then eased it into him.

Adam’s heart pounded, his pulse racing as Paul sank down, burying Adam’s length inside him.

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

“Hard for you. Now ride me until you come.”

Paul groaned, placed his hands flat on Adam’s chest and proceeded to fuck himself on Adam’s cock. He rocked back and forth, hips rolling fluidly, panting, losing his rhythm as he neared orgasm. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

Adam groaned as Paul impaled himself again and again on his dick, feeling the snugness of him, the heat, the pleasure that soared in him when Paul tightened his body around Adam’s shaft…

Paul gasped. “Not… not enough. Need…”

Adam couldn’t have that. “Lean back,” he growled. Paul shifted position and cried out, the sound rebounding off the walls, and Adam knew he was grazing Paul’s prostate with the head of his dick. “That what you need?”

“Y-yes,” Paul stammered out. “Fuck, right there. Oh God, don’t… don’t stop.”

Adam wasn’t about to stop until both of them were wearing Paul’s hot cum. He grabbed Paul’s hips and pulled him down hard onto his cock, and Paul howled. “More.”

Adam repeated the action until Paul sobbed, his movements growing jerky.

He knew the signs.

“Adam, oh my God, shit …” Paul grabbed his shoulders, his nails digging in as he clung to Adam, his inner muscles clamping down, milking Adam’s climax from him. Adam groaned to feel Paul’s spunk spattering his skin, his dick untouched.

Adam cried out and froze inside him, his cock pulsing deep into Paul while Paul’s channel gripped him tightly.

Paul wrapped his arms around Adam and held him, his body damp with sweat, their mouths meeting in kiss after fervent kiss.

Adam didn’t want to move, so deep in Paul that he swore he could feel his heart beating.

He kissed him, long, leisurely kisses, their breath mingling as they fed each other soft moans and sighs.

Paul sprawled over him, his limbs limp. “Wow. That was some way to end a conversation,” he said with a breathless chuckle.

Adam kissed him. “A good way?”

Paul sighed. “Best ever.”

Adam could live with that.

Paul was in his arms, in their bed, their room. Paul loved him.

If this is all a dream, I don’t want to wake up.

Paul sighed. “That was perfect.” He nuzzled into Adam’s neck.

Adam curled a hand around Paul’s nape and drew him into a long, lingering kiss, loving the way Paul moved against his body.

When they parted, Adam sighed with pleasure.

“Love how you kiss.” He rolled Paul onto his back and lay between his thighs.

“So do we get to keep the cuffs, dildos, cock rings, et cetera, in the bedside cabinet?”

“God, yes,” Paul breathed. “I meant it, Adam. I love how you are—how we are—in bed. I don’t want to change any of that. I love that you can fuck my brains out one minute, then make slow, tender love to me the next.” His lips met Adam’s in another kiss. “I love the tender Adam just as much.”

“And all my gear in the wardrobe?” he asked.

Paul fell silent for a moment. “Can it stay there? Would you mind?”

Adam smiled. “Not in the least.” Everything he wanted was right there, beneath him.

Paul’s breathing hitched. “Are… are you getting hard again?” He undulated his body, pushing up with his hips to meet the gentle thrust of Adam’s cock against his.

Adam brought his lips to Paul’s ear. “I guess some dinosaurs have more stamina than others.”

Their laughter mingled as they rolled together, the heat building slowly between them.

It was going to be a long night.