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Mallon sipped his whisky and licked his lips. “You know what to do. Turn around and take them off.”

Since the last time, Roman had fantasied about this moment. He knew what Mallon liked and how to give to him. So what if his pants had been chosen for the cold weather… He was more than willing to deliver. He slipped his boxer-briefs down slowly, revealing his buttocks an inch at a time…lower, lower, until his full arse was on display. He raised the hem of his sweater to present an unhindered view, transferring weight from one leg to the other to make his arse swell. Then he shucked his trunks all the way down and off. He straightened, planted both hands on his cheeks and spread himself slowly, revealing his hole.

Mallon made a noise from deep in his throat, then he was off the sofa and on his knees right behind him. Mallon gripped Roman’s waist, and he buried his face in his crack. Roman gasped and rose onto his toes as Mallon’s tongue went straight for his hole, swirling around the rim with deliciously wet strokes.

“Oh my God.” Roman’s entire body shuddered. He’d forgotten just how great Mallon was at eating arse.

The Frenchman devoured him like a feast—slurping, probing, tasting, inhaling, enjoying his arse to the full. Roman touched his own cock, which was as hard as steel, leaking pre-cum down the length of the shaft to his balls.

Mallon pulled him to the floor, then rolled him onto his side. “I need to be inside you.” He fumbled with his clothes, shoving his jeans and underwear to his knees. He produced a small sachet of lube from somewhere and tore into it with his teeth. Wet, sticky fingers slivered into Roman’s crack, going straight for his hole and pushing inside. Roman arched his back and gave his body up.

Mallon moved tight behind him. Roman raised his right leg and held the back of his thigh to give easy access. He shivered when the wet tip of Mallon’s cock grazed his hole, then the wonderful pressure as Mallon leaned his hips into him and his cock spread his opening. Roman took a deep breath as Mallon stretched him and held it until he pushed through his sphincter. Mallon’s cock slipped all the way inside.

“Oh God,” Roman cried, resting his head on his outstretched arm, relishing the sensations of being totally impaled.

Mallon’s mouth fastened on the back of Roman’s neck, biting gently as he thrust. He snarled and gripped him tighter. Nothing compared to the feeling of being so thoroughly filled by a huge dick. They groaned in unison. Mallon bucked and shoved, utterly consumed by passion. Roman willed his body to open farther and pushed back against him. Three months of unspent desire for each other made Roman dizzy. They rutted and shoved like animals. Mallon came quickly. With a roar he buried his cock to the hilt and filled Roman with his load. The pulse of Mallon’s cock inside was all Roman needed to trigger his own release, and he unloaded all over the bland cream carpet.

“Oh, man,” Mallon groaned, leaving his cock inside when he was done. “I needed this ass even more than I anticipated.”

Chapter Ten

Breakfast and After

“I have no food in the kitchen,” Mallon said, coming out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist. His bronzed skin glistened, still wet from the shower. He had the most remarkable suntan, considering it was winter. Roman didn’t know a lot about the climate in France, but wherever it was that Mallon lived, it seemed unlikely he could have acquired it naturally at this time of year. “Get dressed, and I’ll take you for breakfast.”

Roman stretched languorously, arching his back and pushing his limbs into the corners of the bed. He yawned and murmured his appreciation. “Can I shower first?”

“Quickly,” Mallon said, whipping the towel from his waist to dry his hair. There was a perfect stretch of white skin below his waist to the top of his thighs, before the suntan started again.

Roman rolled off the bed and strode naked into the bathroom. He hadn’t slept much. Just like their first time, the night had been filled with passion and fucking, but he felt gloriously refreshed and awake this morning. Five minutes later, he wasshowered, dried and searching for his clothes, which were scattered around the living room. Mallon was already dressed, looking hotter than hell in faded jeans, a pale blue shirt, a dark grey, V-neck cashmere sweater and dark brown brogues. He pulled on his winter jacket with the fur trim.

“Very stylish,” Roman remarked as they left the apartment, feeling underdressed in last night’s clothes.

The waterfront of Blyham was a mix of old and new venues, traditional menus and cutting-edge cuisine, chain pubs and cafes, independent eateries and sandwich bars. Roman rarely paid much attention to this area of the city, but as he walked along the river side, inhaling the frosty air with Mallon beside him, he developed an all-new appreciation for the place.

It was no surprise when Mallon passed the well-known chain of coffee shops to lead him into an independent bistro called The Grind. Roman had heard good word of mouth about it from people at work, but this was his first visit. It was smaller than he expected, with around ten tables and a couple of soft-seat areas. The café was around eighty-percent full already. Mallon slipped into a seat at an empty table near the window and picked up the menu.He acts like he owns the place.He probably could if he wanted to, Roman thought. He obviously earned a huge salary to support his lifestyle.

“What’s good?” Roman asked. He was buzzing inside and struggling to play it cool. How amazing was this? Having a late breakfast with the hot older man he’s been obsessing over for months? It was quite unreal and yet everything he wanted.

Mallon shrugged. “It’s all good. It depends on what you like.”

A young server with multicoloured dreadlocks came to the table. “Can I get you anything to drink first?” she asked brightly.

Mallon ordered orange juice and black coffee. When Roman asked for a latte, he caught the expression of disapproval that passed over Mallon’s face.Tough. He wasn’t about to sufferbitter black coffee to impress the Frenchman, no matter how sexy he was.

“Is this where you have all your meals?” Roman asked.

“Mostly breakfast,” Mallon answered, looking at him over the menu. “But they do take away, too. I’ve also gotten food after work from here.”

“Do you ever cook? Or is that fancy kitchen just for show?”

“I like good food, fine food…better than I can cook for myself. There’s not much to choose from in your city, so I stick to the same few places I like.”

“Fine food. Fine whisky. What other fine things do you like?”

Mallon lowered the menu, his mouth twisted in a lop-sided grin. “Fine wine.” He reduced his voice to a whisper. “Fine ass.”

Heat rose to Roman’s face. “You’re a man who knows what he likes.”

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