Page 56 of Leather and Longing (Island Tales #3)

Chapter Forty-Three

Adam’s suggestion of an early night meant only one thing.

They were going to play.

Three months since they’d officially become a couple, and there was no sign the honeymoon period was even close to ending. Paul’s BDSM Things To Try list was getting shorter, and so far he was loving every second of it. What he loved most?

Sometimes he was the one in charge, and that was freaking hot .

They moved around the bedroom in easy silence, the familiar rhythm of months spent learning each other. Paul tossed his shirt into the chair, then ran a hand through his hair.

“Something on your mind?” Adam asked from the centre of the bed.

“How do you do that?”

Adam smiled. “I listen. I pay attention.”

He let out a sigh. “I’m a little discouraged, that’s all.”

Adam held his arms wide, and Paul didn’t hesitate to snuggle up against him. “We knew finding you the right job wouldn’t be something that happened overnight,” Adam murmured. “But it will turn up, I’m certain of that.” He pressed his lips to Paul’s hair. “Let me take your mind off it.”

Paul chuckled. “So that’s why we’re going to bed at eight o’clock? You want to distract me?”

“Actually, I’ve been thinking about something I’d like us to try.”

He craned his neck to look at Adam’s face. “Something from my list?”

Adam laughed. “Believe it or not, something from mine.”

That got Paul’s attention. He sat up. “ You have a list?”

The bed shook with Adam’s laughter. “Do you think you’re the only one with needs? Granted, you tick most of my boxes, but?—”

“Most?” Paul straddled Adam’s hips, his fingers over Adam’s ribs. One light touch was all it took.

“Don’t.” Adam’s voice shook, although he was clearly trying to sound stern.

“Don’t what?” Paul feigned innocence.

“You know what.”

“Oh, you mean this?” Paul tickled his ribs, and Adam squirmed violently.

“You little shit.”

Paul gasped. “I’m the man you love.”

“Yeah, and you’re also a pain in the backside. You know how ticklish I am.”

“Hey, you provoked me with that most comment.”

“Well, I’m hoping to talk you into ticking a big box tonight.”

That stopped him dead. “Oh?”

Adam nodded. “I needed to do a little prep first.” He snorted. “Except it wasn’t so little. And we’ll also need supplies.”

Paul was bursting with curiosity. “What kind of supplies?”

“Look under my pillow.”

He reached under, and his fingers encountered a round tub. Paul pulled it free and?—

Oh. My. God.

“‘Fist Lube’?” He swallowed. “Well, there’s no ambiguity about that, is there?” Paul’s heart pounded. “Adam, I’m not sure I can?—”

Adam’s finger pressed against his lips a heartbeat later.

“Babe… I’ll be taking your hand.”

Paul’s breath caught in his throat.

Oh. Oh .

Heat rushed up his neck, his pulse hammering in his ears. Anticipation tangled with disbelief, with nerves sharp enough to make his stomach flip.

Adam had known. Somehow, he’d known.

“You—” Paul started, then stopped, words deserting him. His throat felt dry.

Adam withdrew his finger, his head tilted to one side. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” His voice was low, a hum that seemed to vibrate through the air.

Paul’s chest tightened, adrenaline spiking through him. His hand found Adam’s, their fingers threading together instinctively.

“How did you know?”

Adam chuckled. “I told you. I pay attention.” He smiled.

“I mentioned once that I liked being fisted, and you brought it up two, maybe three times in as many weeks. Not exactly subtle.” Then he grinned.

“And if you really don’t want me to know what porn sites you’re checking out, then might I recommend earplugs next time? ”

“This feels huge,” Paul murmured, his voice uneven.

Adam squeezed his hand, grounding him. “It is,” he agreed softly. “But I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want it too.”

The air between them thrummed, heavy with anticipation. Paul’s nerves coiled tighter, but so did his excitement, rising sharp and heady. This was it, the moment that had loomed so large in his imagination.

He’d never dared to believe it could become real, but here they were.

Adam shifted closer, pressing their foreheads together. “We’ll take it slow,” he promised. “We’ll make it ours.”

Paul nodded, swallowing hard, unable to stop the grin tugging at his mouth. His heart was a drum, loud enough he was sure Adam could feel it.

Yes, this was huge, but it felt right.

“So how have you prepped for this?” he asked.

Adam lowered the sheet, drew his knees toward his chest, and Paul laughed.

“Oh my God, that’s the biggest dildo we have.

” The base covered Adam’s hole, and while he couldn’t see any of its length, he recognised the colour.

It was the dildo that sat on the bookcase in their bedroom, the one Paul made jokes about because he could never imagine taking that much into him.

Adam grinned. “Are we talking dino-sized? Because dinosaurs seem to creep into all our conversations in one way or another.”

“How long have you had this in there?”

“All through dinner.”

That explained Adam’s constant shifting on his chair.

Then Adam straightened his shoulders. “Okay, serious stuff. Go to the bathroom and make sure all your fingernails are as short as they can be. I don’t have any gloves for this, but I’ve taken bare fists before now.”

“You’re going to talk me through it?” Paul’s heart was still thumping. “You know, coach me?”

Adam chuckled. “Frankly, there’s not much to coach. ‘Go forward,’ ‘Stop, okay, let me relax,’ that kinda thing.” He pointed to the door. “Bathroom, now.”

Paul hurried out of the room, his pulse racing.

Still can’t believe we’re going to do this.

Five minutes later, he was kneeling on the bed, Adam facing the headboard, and that glorious arse before him, cheeks pulled apart. The first taste of lube made him smile.

“You used the edible lube.”

Adam’s laugh came out a little breathless. “Of course. You know how much I love your tongue in my hole.” He groaned as Paul tongue-fucked him. “Aw, fuck, yeah, just like that.”

By the time Adam’s body was dancing on his tongue, Paul was ready to go for it.

He spread a towel on the bed, and Adam lay on his back, his arms hooked under his knees. Paul crawled up his body and kissed him, heart pounding, his breathing ragged.

“You’ll be great,” Adam assured him. “We’ll take it slow.”

Paul shivered. “You have a lot of faith in me.”

He kissed Paul, a lingering embrace. “You know it.”

Paul sat back and opened the tub. The white substance was thick and gloopy on his fingers.

“Smear it through my crack, not just over the hole,” Adam told him. “And use more than you think you’ll need.” He smiled. “You can never have too much lube .”

Paul slid a single finger into Adam’s body, then added another, and another, until all three were almost up to the knuckle.

“That’s one more than I’ve ever got in you before,” he said with a smile.

“Add your little finger, making a kind of beak.”

Adam’s hole was stretched around Paul’s fingers. “You’re so warm in there.”

Adam breathed deeply. “Okay. Spread more lube over your hand, then tuck your thumb in.”

Paul’s heartbeat raced as he slowly pushed all his fingers into Adam’s body. “Almost there,” he whispered. He swallowed. “I love being inside you, but this?”

Heady as fuck.

“Now, gently, push your hand inside, up to the wrist.”

His heart hammering, Paul applied some pressure, and suddenly his hand was buried in warmth. He widened his eyes, unable to hold back his gasp of surprise.

Oh my God. I’m actually doing this.

It felt amazing. Unbelievable.

Paul was hard as a rock.

“Stay there,” Adam managed to get out, fighting the urge to come. “That… that feels perfect.”

God, he wished he could see Paul’s face, witness his emotional reaction. The times Adam had done this with a first-time top had been wondrous. That look of rapture and bewilderment, as though they hadn’t expected the act to arouse them , was glorious to behold.

“Adam,” Paul choked out. “Oh, God, it feels….”

Adam nodded. “Can you feel my heartbeat?”

Paul’s breathing hitched. “Fuck, yeah.” A pause. “Can… can I move now?”

“Start with tiny movements.” Adam told him. A wave of pleasure crashed over him, and he reached down to give his balls a hard tug.

Not yet.

Paul moved, gentle, slow, and then Adam let out a sigh when Paul pressed a hand to his chest, connecting them even more.

“That’s it,” Adam breathed. “Just like that.” He gave another tug on his balls, and then Paul’s knuckles grazed his prostate. “Aw fuck.”

Paul stilled inside him, and Adam hastened to reassure him.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I’m so close.”

That gentle motion resumed, and Adam did his best to breathe, to relax his body.

“Is that deep enough?”

He managed a smile. “I can take more, but not today. Baby steps, love.” Another nudge of his prostate, and his cock pulsed warmth onto his belly. Adam groaned. “Oh God.”

“That’s so hot,” Paul whispered. “Fuck, the way you look, your body swallowing my hand…”

Adam let go, cum coating his abs. He grabbed Paul’s hand, lacing their fingers, aware of Paul’s steady retreat, the feeling of loss acute as his hand slipped from Adam’s hole. A heartbeat later, Paul’s lips met his, and Adam wrapped his arms around him, holding him close as they kissed.

“You were wonderful,” he whispered between kisses, his heartbeat returning to its normal rhythm. He slid his hand between their bodies, fingertips brushing the head of Paul’s cock.

Paul moaned, and Adam didn’t hesitate. He gave one, two, three tugs, and Paul creamed his hand, feeding him groans of pleasure.

They lay together, sticky with sweat and cum, Adam conscious of a delicious ache.

“Love you,” he murmured.

Paul laid his head on Adam’s chest. “Love you too.” He sighed. “And I don’t think we can top this.”

Adam smiled. “But think of all the fun we’ll have trying.”