Page 59 of Leather and Longing
Adam grinned against his lips. “And I definitely remember this dick.” He squeezed it, hard, making Paul gasp. Adam chuckled. “But my mouth has forgotten what it tastes like. I think we need to resolve that, right now.” He stepped back, his fingers still on Paul’s erection, rubbing along its length with unhurried strokes.
Paul was torn between cursing in disappointment that the kiss had come to an end and shivering with desire for what was to come. But Adam had said nothing about moving. Paul stayed still, following his instincts.
Adam nodded, smiling in approval. “Very good,” he praised. “Hand me the cane and get yourself into the library. I want youon the couch, naked.” His smile widened. “And unlike the first time I sampled the delights of your cock, this time I want to slow things down a lot. Let my tongue discover every inch of you.”
Paul’s shaft throbbed in Adam’s hand, and Adam laughed. “Oh, someone likes that idea.” He let go and moved aside. “Library. Now.”
Paul didn’t need to be told again.
He picked up the cane from the floor, handed it to Adam and made a dash for the library. The temptation to rip his clothing off along the way was tempered by the realisation Adam needed an obstacle free path to follow him. Once inside the room, he stripped off and sat on the couch, stroking his dick. Paul breathed in deeply in an effort to slow down his pounding heart. He was so close, there was a real risk of him coming the second Adam had his first taste.
Adam was strolling across the hall as if he had all bloody day.
In spite of his predicament, Paul smiled.
He knows how worked up I am, the sod.
Adam entered the library, tapped his way over to the couch, stopped at the corner of it and began to undress, each movement deliberate, almost lethargic. He folded his T-shirt with care, placing it over the arm. He unfastened his shorts, and Paul had to bite back a whimper when that thick, full cock bounced up and hit Adam’s belly when released. Adam paid it no mind, but stepped out of his shorts with the same prissy attention he’d already shown the rest of his clothing.
It was only the sight of Adam’s magnificent erection that told Paul his boss was as turned on as he was.
Adam walked along the length of the couch until his leg met Paul’s. He knelt on the wooden floor in front of him and grimaced. He held out a hand. “Cushion, please. I see no reason why I should suffer any discomfort.” Adam smirked and removed his glasses, exchanging them for the cushion. Shovingit under his knees, Adam placed his hands on Paul’s thighs and pushed them apart, spreading him, opening him up.
Oh, God, yes. More.
He delved under Paul’s arse, grabbing it and yanking Paul forward until his arsecheeks rested on the edge of the seat cushion, his hole revealed.
“That’s better,” Adam said with a grin. “Everything right where I can get at it.”
Paul caught his breath as Adam slid his hands along Paul’s thighs, massaging the skin, moving with such painstaking care that he wanted to scream in frustration.
Come on, come on, do it.The muscles in his belly quivered and jumped, his dick pointing to the ceiling, already leaking. And yet Adam did nothing but move his thumbs in slow circles, kneading the flesh, that evil grin still in evidence. In a rush of insight, Paul knew what he had to do.
“Please, Sir. Please.”
Adam hummed, his eyebrows raised as if to say,there, that wasn’t so difficult, was it?But all such thoughts were wiped from Paul’s mind when Adam leaned forward, his hand wrapping around the base of Paul’s dick, and languidly licked from the balls to the head.
“Oh.” The word shuddered out of him.
Adam chuckled. “Only, ‘oh’? I must be slipping.” He held the shaft firmly around the base and took the head into his hot, wet mouth.
Paul tilted his head back into the seat cushions with a groan that echoed around the room. “Fuck!”
Adam pulled off with an audiblepopand laughed gleefully. “That’s more like it.”
Paul wanted to growl, to call Adam a bastard, but the words died in his throat when Adam slid down his dick until his nosewas buried in Paul’s pubes. Adam hummed, his mouth full of hard cock, and grabbed Paul’s balls, pulling gently on them.
“God, yes. Fuck, that feels amazing,” Paul gasped out, pushing up with his hips as Adam retreated. Adam chuckled around his length but didn’t change his speed one jot, his pace tortuous. He sucked at the head, his cheeks hollowing, before sliding his mouth along the shaft, only to repeat the process all over again, until Paul was climbing the walls, crying out with the need to come.
Adam tightened his lips around Paul’s cock, his hand moving up on the shaft to meet his mouth, speeding up, the suction increased. Paul wailed when Adam pulled free, leaving his hand stroking the hard flesh, those pink-rimmed eyes turned on him. Adam’s grin faded as he slid his hand purposefully up Paul’s body, over his belly that shuddered beneath his touch, his fingers tracing a line over his sternum, up his neck, finally reaching his mouth. He pushed two fingers between Paul’s lips. “Get them wet.”
Heat spread throughout Paul’s body, a gradual tide that reached every part of him. He rolled his tongue around those two thick digits until they were thoroughly wet. Adam nodded in approval and withdrew them. Paul swallowed, the hairs on his arms standing to attention as Adam moved with calculated indolence until his fingers circled Paul’s hole, tapping it, rubbing over it in slow, lingering passes. Paul squirmed, trying to push down, wanting—no,needing—to feel them inside him.
Adam sped up his hand movements, his finger pressing against the ring of muscle. “You’re there, aren’t you?” His rich voice flowed over Paul, sensuous like rippling silk. “I can feel the tension in you. You’re right on the edge.” He smirked. “Of course, I could keep you there, edge you until you can’t last another second, until you’re begging me to let you come.”
“Adam!” Paul howled, his thighs trembling, arms outstretched, fingers digging into the seat cushion. “Please, oh please!”
Adam smiled, his grip tightening on Paul’s shaft. “But seeing as you asked so nicely…” He sank both fingers deep into Paul’s body, his gaze focused unnervingly on Paul’s face. “Come for me,” he whispered and crooked his fingers to stroke them over Paul’s gland.
