Page 34 of Leather and Longing
Adam rubbed over the skin gently. “One day, I’ll give you a proper spanking.”
Paul shuddered when he ran his hand over Paul’s arse. “Is that a promise?”
Adam let out a groan. “Fuck.” His dick was like granite. He let his fingers do some exploring before finally rubbing over Paul’s hole with his thumb.
It was sensory overload. The feeling of those globes, rounded and firm to the touch; the contrast with his hole, puckered, hot flesh surrounded by hair: the sounds that were growing in frequency, sounds that spoke of urgent need.
Adam’s need was urgent, too.
“Condom, on my cock, now,” he barked, running his fingers through Paul’s crease, the allure of that hot little hole too much to ignore. “Do I need to prep you?” God, he wanted in there.
“I can prep myself,” Paul gasped. “And as long as you use plenty of lube, we’re in business.” Adam heard the tearing of foil, followed by warm fingers on his cock as Paul covered him with the latex. “Oh yeah,plentyof lube for this spinosaurus of yours.” A sachet was thrust into Adam’s hands, already torn open.
Helpful little sub.
Adam laughed. “You’ve got a thing about dinosaurs, haven’t you?” He slicked up his shaft and wiped his fingers through Paul’s crack, encountering Paul’s hand. “Don’t take too long. I want to be inside this tight little arse.”
“And it is,” Paul blurted. “Tight, I mean.”
Fuck, any more of this and Adam would come before he’d even gotten the head of his cock through the ring of muscle.
Paul’s arse was right there for the taking, his legs held out of the way, Adam shuffled forward until his cock pushed against Paul’s entrance, sliding over the wrinkled skin over and over until Paul moaned loudly. The sound grew more needy when Adam slowly pressed a finger inside him, inwardly groaning at the feel of hot silk.
“God, yes,” Paul hissed. Adam let out a wry chuckle and sawed in and out of Paul’s hole, until Paul was pushing down hard, clearly chasing it, wanting more. He pulled free and eased his dick into position. For a moment, his thoughts went to all those times he’d blindfolded a sub and fucked them in a slingor tied to a bench. For the first time, it really felt as though his remaining senses had gone into overdrive.
When did I last feel this alive?
He rubbed his cock over Paul’s pucker, moving faster now, his hips rocking. Adam slid his palm up Paul’s thighs to where Paul’s hands were hooked under his knees, his shorts in a thick wad of fabric above them. Adam gripped the cotton and held onto it tightly with one hand while he continued to saw through Paul’s crease with his dick, creating the most exquisite friction.
“For God’s sake, fuck me already!” Paul’s heartfelt cry was an echo of the yearning Adam felt, the desire to penetrate that arse as deep as he could go.
“This is gonna be quick,” Adam gasped as he pressed the head of his cock against the ring and pushed, slowly sinking into a heat and tightness he’d almost forgotten existed. His low moan mingled with Paul’s as he filled him to the hilt. “Fuck, that feels so good.” He couldn’t wait a second longer. Adam held onto Paul’s shorts like an anchor and proceeded to fuck him with long, deep strokes, increasing in speed. His balls slapped against Paul’s arse and his hips snapped back and forth, pulling out until the head was just inside and then shoving back into him, varying the depth of his thrusts.
Adam let go and lost himself in the sheer joy of fucking. When had sexeverfelt this good? Damn it, he was hyper-aware ofeverything. The feel of that tight channel, its walls clinging to Adam’s dick. Paul’s heat, pouring off his body and enveloping Adam’s cock. The noises that poured from Paul’s lips, wordless entreaties to fuck him harder, Paul trying to meet his thrusts, to get more of Adam’s dick in him. The exquisite sensation of thrusting deep into him, all his nerves singing in exhilaration as he neared orgasm.
Neared? He was catapulted into it, every cell, every molecule of his body brought to life, zinging.
Adam howled and emptied his balls into the condom in long pulses, his cock buried deep in Paul. He shuddered through his climax, trembling with each spurt, until he felt hollowed and wrung out, and yet more alive than he’d felt for months. Paul gave out soft noises, his body still shaking, his own orgasm imminent.
Adam was not about to leave him hanging.
He withdrew, pulled off the condom and dropped it to the floor. “On your feet.” He shifted back and up onto his haunches while Paul complied, the sound of his movements urgent. Adam reached out and encountered soft, firm thighs. He slid his hands higher until they met with a stony shaft. The boy needed, all right.
Adam took the head of Paul’s dick and swallowed him to the root.
“Oh, fuck!” Paul shook, and Adam grabbed hold of his arse, pulling him in tighter while he sucked him off. He knew it wouldn’t be long, and within seconds, Paul shot his load down Adam’s throat. Adam held onto him, swallowing every drop and licking him clean. His come was thick and silky on Adam’s tongue, with a tang of salt to it. When he knew Paul had no more to give, Adam rose to his feet, the muscles in his thighs complaining a little.
“And now, if you’ll pass me my cane, I’ll go back to bed. Clean up before you come to bed.”
Paul placed the cane in his hands but lingered there. “Whose bed?” he asked breathlessly.
Adam snorted. “Definitely not mine.” He caught the catch in Paul’s breathing but ignored it. After all, this was just sex. He didn’t want to give Paul ideas. “Good night.” And with that he walked past Paul, swinging the cane in front of him so as not to trip on any unwanted objects, and headed through the hall andup the stairs, not hurrying, because God forbid he should fall and break something.
He could only imagine the looks on the faces of the paramedics.
For the first time in a long while, Adam almost felt like his old self again.
Almost.
