Page 25 of Love Spell (Witches of London #3)

Following where Timo led, pressing in to feel Timo’s naked chest taut with muscle and his own tense excitement, Noah was the first to drop his fingers to a fly button.

Timo obligingly moved back a few inches, still kissing him, but inviting Noah with plenty of space to carry on.

Noah freed the button and found the zip bulged towards him, tightening seams.

He couldn’t bear progressing any farther blind and broke a kiss to duck his brow against Timo’s collarbone so he could see down.

While Timo kissed his neck, Noah drew down the zipper like a caress and hooked his fingertips into the waistband of the briefs.

He slipped his right hand in to encircle and free Timo’s erection.

Timo shivered, breaths quickening. He kept himself still, only kissing Noah, hands on his shoulders, then his back, stroking along muscles down his sides, while he allowed Noah to discover him.

Noah had to keep swallowing, nerves tingling, pulse hammering at this unveiling.

He stepped back so he could see properly, not looking straight down the hills and valleys of Timo’s chest and ab muscles.

Again, Timo let him, forced to break off kisses, watching Noah’s face while Noah drank him in.

It seemed to take a long time to glide his fingers up and back down the length of that shaft.

Noah cupped his palm against the engorged tip, giving Timo the chance to push for more contact.

Still, Timo hardly moved, silently inviting Noah to take all the time he wanted to admire and caress him.

Noah grinned. Of course, the one moment when Timo could find it in himself to wait on someone else was when that someone was drooling over Timo’s cock.

Noah had to get his mouth on Timo, had to trace those swollen blood vessels with his tongue and not just with fingertips. But the floor was marble. All the comfort rested one room over. He pushed down Timo’s slacks and Timo finished undressing himself before turning his attention to Noah.

They moved to the bathroom doorway, kissing again, while Noah kicked off his shoes and Timo opened his fly. Noah’s pants followed Timo’s to the floor, and they stood for a moment in the doorway, a chill breeze from the window Noah had opened tickling their overly hot skin.

The room was bathed in sunlight that was about to vanish behind the next roof, now lancing in the windows like a manifestation of the fire that flickered up from the soles of Noah’s feet, devoured his balls, and spread and twisted like a bonfire in his chest.

In the time it had taken Noah to wash his hands, Timo had moved fast. He had his little rolling bag open on the floor, a travel pack of tissues and tube of lubricant on the foot of the bed.

Noah’s already flighty heart raced at the sight of them. It wasn’t that he didn’t want them. But it had been a long time and even then his experience was limited. Timo was going to think he’d walked in on Amateur Hour.

Not so amateurish as to miss the obvious. He frowned at Timo, again pulling back. “What about being safe?”

“What about it?” Timo again went for his neck, one hand around Noah’s back, one reaching for his cock.

“Sorry. I obviously said that wrong. What I meant was, ‘ You sleep around. We are going to be safe.’ End of story.”

“I don’t, though. Not anymore. I’m only with you. I only want to be with you.”

“Uh-huh. Well, that exclusivity started about four hours ago. So, for the sake of argument, let’s say it’s a moot point for this weekend.”

“And you’re fine. You haven’t been sleeping around — or haven’t you told me?”

“Of course I wouldn’t have told you! You’re my boss!”

“Not tonight.”

“No.” Noah sighed. “Who are you tonight?”

“All your fantasies made flesh.”

“Arrogant, much?”

“Only honest.”

“Safe?” Noah prompted him.

Timo let him back up, finally looking around as if for inspiration.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t bring condoms,” Noah said, certain this wasn’t his responsibility.

“No … But that doesn’t mean I don’t have any. Check all my pockets.”

While Timo searched his bag, Noah searched Timo’s jacket, inside and outside pockets, passport wallet that was zipped inside, and slacks.

To his astonishment, he turned up four condoms. Timo returned half a dozen.

It seemed the only place the man didn’t carry any around was the insoles of his shoes, and Noah wouldn’t have been surprised to see a couple there after his own bemused search.

“There you go.” Timo beamed as he dropped his handful on the foot of the bed with the lube and tissues. “Anything you need is my command.”

“Still waiting on that unicorn,” Noah muttered.

“But what would you do with a unicorn if you had one?” Timo kissed him. “Surely I’m better.”

“Well …” Noah held a kiss. “You’re more unusual.”

“Does this mean we’ve done away with normalcy?”

“Oh, I’d say so.” Noah tore open one of the foil packets. “Have you ever had sex in a public place? Like a park?”

Timo chuckled. “Jardin des Tuileries, tonight, but don’t make me wait for that right now.”

“No —” Noah’s face burned even more. “I was just wondering.”

Kissing him, Timo pulled the condom from his fingers. “Wondering what it’d be like on that bridge?”

“Maybe.” Noah took it back. “Have you, though?”

“Never in Paris. I’d love to have a first with you, Noah. A hundred firsts.” Timo caught his hand.

Noah ducked his head to Timo’s shoulder, trying to see to roll the condom down his own cock while he was blinded by streaks of sunlight.

Likely startled but taking care not to show it, Timo also looked down. Noah bit the insides of his cheeks to suppress his own grin, waiting for Timo to pretend all was good and he was cool with whatever Noah proposed.

Noah was right: there was that beat, that glance down and micro-expression and pause, then Timo went on caressing him as if everything was going exactly to plan in Timo’s world.

Noah gloated on the inside. He didn’t wish anything against Timo.

He passionately wanted to enjoy this experience for both of them.

Still, pushing Timo a bit off balance, making him a bit uncomfortable, could only be a good thing after the month of torment Timo had subjected Noah to.

Timo stroked the lube onto him while Noah realised he’d missed his moment to go down on Timo during the condom distraction. Later. It wasn’t as if he’d lost his chance. What was the Jardin des Tuileries?

“Can people across the street see in here?” Noah asked, eyes still closed against the light while Timo rubbed his cock with the lube and cupped his balls with the clean hand.

“I’m afraid not.” Timo’s voice was hoarse, his own cock straining between them, touching Noah’s hip, as if begging to get in on that lube action.

“Afraid not? You want them to?”

“You’re the one who asked about exhibitionism. I don’t mind either way, but since you want them to, I’m sorry they can’t.”

“I don’t want them to. How do you know they can’t?”

“Sun glare. We have the sunlight striking our windows and reflecting back into the faces of anyone across the street. Even with the window open a bit, we’ll have to wait ten minutes and turn on the lights in here if we really want an audience.”

“Fuck, that feels good.”

“The bridge is stone. The same colour as this building. There’s a wall all along the pavement on each side, less than chest-high.

” While he talked, Timo led Noah by the balls to the dazzling window, bringing the tube.

“There are rounded alcoves along the wall to stand and admire the river and city and setting sun above rooftops and trees lining the Seine, just beginning to turn golden with autumn.”

“I want you against that wall,” Noah said in his ear, pushing Timo ahead of him with one hand, the other on his own slick cock. “In the alcove, facing into the sun.”

Timo gripped the writing desk and window frame. “There’s a river boat passing below. Think they can tell what we’re doing?”

“Depends.” Noah guided himself in, his breaths catching, muscles bunching as he felt his tip penetrating Timo.

He forced some semblance of calm, shifting his grip, fingers digging into Timo’s hips, holding himself back as if doing a push-up against his partner to make himself give Timo a minute to relax and adjust to him.

“On what?” Timo didn’t sound as breathless as Noah.

Noah pushed deeper. The intense pleasure of the physical mixing into the bridge fantasy and the honest reality of this moment gave him a premature high, so aroused he was already kicking himself for coming too fast while he wasn’t there yet.

“On your reactions,” Noah gasped. “They can hardly see me behind you, can they?” He knew he had to go slow, but he needed more, his body electric, the sun and breeze and scent and knowledge of Paris around him firing his nerves, and Timo didn’t tell him to wait.

“So they only know if they can see from your face. Do they know? You tell me.”

Noah was already finding a rhythm with shallow thrusts that he needed like breathing, then deeper, chasing that all-over pressure, stepping into Timo.

He held fully inside then, pulling Timo against him, his cock hot and wet in its sheath with precum, wishing both to take in the moment and that he could distract himself into taking more time.

“Can they tell?” Noah prompted him.

“Yes.” Timo finally sounded breathless, as overwhelmed as Noah felt. “Yes, they can tell.”

Again, Noah struggled to calm himself, willing this to last, feet planted, gripping Timo while that image of fucking him on the bridge played through his vision, a red haze in his eyes that were almost shut against the sunlight blasting him.

He was sweating, his muscles tight, needing to take in the full pleasure and impact of what he was doing, his cock buried in Timofei Volkov, topping him in Paris mere minutes after arriving in Noah’s first European capital.

But savour the moment that much and he’d be coming already.