Page 41 of Playing the Game

He took Jonas’ hand and almost dragged him up the large wrought iron staircase. They went through into a main bedroom. It was surprisingly neutral. Jonas had expected a little more bling. A huge bed with stark white linen lay in the centre of the main wall, opposite a floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the grounds. Doors led off to what Jonas presumed was an en suite and probably a dressing room.

Adam flicked a switch on the wall and the blinds came down.

“Smooth,” Jonas said.

I wonder who else has been impressed by this trick.

At that moment he didn’t really care. There was one thing on his mind. They smashed together, Jonas’ hands roaming over every part of Adam’s body within reach. He kissed Adam passionately, picking up from where they’d left off downstairs.

Jonas tugged at Adam’s shirt.

They separated. But only to get their clothes off. Jonas didn’t even leave his underwear on. So strong was the craving for total skin-on-skin contact with Adam.

It appeared that the feeling was mutual. His first glance of Adam’s cock hard and proud didn’t disappoint.

They fell back onto the bed, Adam on top of Jonas, who wrapped his legs around Adam’s hips. Adam’s cock rubbed against Jonas’ hole. He clawed at Adam’s back as they kissed.

In one motion, Jonas rolled them over so he straddled Adam. Now was his time to explore this incredible body he’d been fantasising over.

Jonas sat up, his hands on Adam’s solid stomach before shifting back down Adam’s body. He exposed the magnificent cock that Jonas’ mouth was watering for.

After glancing into Adam’s eyes, Jonas leant forward. He slid his lips down the shaft. The salty taste of precum dancing on his tongue. Adam’s body tensed. Jonas loved that sense of power over another human. Adam’s pleasure rested in Jonas’ hands.

When he reached the bottom, he came straight back up. Adam gasped as Jonas plunged down again. He had no time for finesse or teasing. He wanted to do everything with Adam.

As he bobbed his head up and down, he cradled Adam’s full balls in his hand.

Then Adam gently lifted Jonas’ head.

“We’ll be heading for an early finish if you carry on like that.”

“Worried about your recovery time?” Jonas replied, licking his lips.

Adam grinned. “Not in the slightest.”

He pulled Jonas back down to him. They pressed their lips together. The feel of Adam’s body beneath him was everything he’d hoped it would be. Adam’s strong arms wrapped around him gave instant comfort.

“I want to fuck you,” Adam whispered.

Jonas was a versatile lover, which meant he denied himself nothing and as far as Adam Williams went, that policy still stood.

“Do you have condoms?” he asked.

Adam got off the bed and crossed into the dressing room.

Bit odd to keep them in there. Maybe he isn’t the player I had him down as.

Jonas stretched on the bed. The anticipation was killing him.

Adam returned. His cock standing proud and already sheathed.

“You really do mean business,” Jonas said.

Crawling onto the bed, Adam settled himself between Jonas’ legs.

“Oh I really do.”

Adam reached down. His fingertip rubbing against Jonas’ hole. Jonas spread his legs wider. Giving Adam as much access as he needed.