Page 71 of Leather and Longing
Paul approached the desk, his heart hammering, and did as instructed. He swallowed hard when Adam moved to stand behind him, slipping his hands around Paul’s waist until his fingers encountered the button on the waistband of his shorts. He popped it free and lowered the zip, teasingly slowly. Paul breathed faster when Adam grasped his shorts and at a leisurelypace eased them over his hips and arse, until they were around his ankles.
There was something so illicit about the whole situation: Adam clothed, Paul naked from the waist down and bent over, Adam’s hands stroking his arse, each caress deliberate. He closed his eyes, loving the way Adam’s hands slid over his cheeks, his back, each glide so gentle over his skin.
God, this is how I wanted him to touch me.
He’d loved the rough way Adam had taken him that night in the library, but this unexpectedly gentle caressing made his heart ache with need.
Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.
Then Adam withdrew his hands and Paul fought hard not to make a sound.
“Lift your left foot,” Adam commanded. Paul did so and Adam knelt to free his leg of the shorts. Adam rose to his feet, inching closer until Paul could feel the ridge of his dick beneath his jeans, pressing between Paul’s cheeks. Adam bent over him, his mouth to Paul’s neck, his breath hot against the skin.
Kiss me. Please, kiss me.
A heartbeat later, Adam cupped his cheek, tilting Paul’s head to the side, and their lips met. Paul moaned into the kiss, unable to hold it back.
Then Adam’s hand was gone, and he stepped back.
“Now spread your legs.”
Paul shuddered at the first caress of air across his hole. He spread his legs wide, cock hanging hard between them.
Adam brushed his lips over the spot below Paul’s left ear, the one Paul had no idea Adam knew about, the one that sent goose bumps prickling over his skin. Adam flicked out his tongue to lick a line down his neck to his shoulder. Paul shuddered, his once dry mouth becoming moist, his senses alert.
“Head to the desk, reach back and spread your cheeks.”
Hands trembling, Paul obeyed, his face pressed to the smooth wooden surface. Adam shifted position, moving lower until his mouth was at the top of Paul’s crease, his breath warming it. Paul moaned when Adam licked a long line from his tailbone to his balls. He arched back toward Adam’s mouth, wanting more.
Adam gave it to him.
He licked over Paul’s hole, tracing the muscle with his tongue. Paul let out a gasp at that first pass of Adam’s tongue. Adam lapped the rim, teasing it until Paul moaned louder, before sliding the tip of his tongue inside with gentle insistence. It wasn’t long before he was stroking his tongue in and out, rolling Paul’s balls through his fingers and massaging his prostate from the outside.
Paul whimpered, tilting his hips, wanting more. Adam gave him what he wanted, probing with his tongue, fondling Paul’s balls, occasionally lapping at them. But after a few seconds he’d return to tongue-fucking Paul’s hole, nuzzling into Paul’s crack, humming with contentment that almost verged on purring. Adam’s stubble rasped over the tender flesh, sending shivers through him.
“Oh, fuck.” Paul writhed, his body dancing on Adam’s tongue, his dick leaking pre-cum onto the floor. Everywhere was slick, wet and felt fucking amazing. “Fuck, Adam, that feels so…” All words fled from his head, and he groaned and gasped when Adam sank a single finger into him without warning.
“Nice, tight little hole,” Adam purred. “Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock again, pulling me inside you until I’m balls-deep.”
Paul groaned at the image, Adam buried in him up to the hilt, fucking him with long, deep strokes.
Another finger. Adam shifted once again and Paul shuddered out a low cry when his hole was penetrated alternately by fingersand tongue. Pre-cum dripped from his slit in a steady stream, he was that close to coming. He knew why Adam was doing this, knew the rim-job was a means to an end, but part of him wanted Adam to tongue-fuck him until he came, screaming Adam’s name. He whimpered when Adam pulled away, but a shiver ran up and down his spine when he felt the slick coolness of silicone against his hole.
Adam pressed the plug into him, inch by tortuous inch, until the base lay flat over his hole. He tapped it with a finger and Paul moaned.
God, it felthugeinside him.
Adam straightened. “You can get dressed now.” He took a step back.
Paul propped himself up on his arms, assessing the sensation as he adjusted to the feeling of fullness. He drew in a couple of deep breaths and expelled them. “That… that wasn’t so bad,” he admitted.
Adam snorted. “Wait until tonight.”
He stood up, pulling on his shorts. “Tonight? Wait—I have to wear thisall day?”
Adam stepped toward him and stretched out his hand, feeling for Paul’s head. When he found it, he patted it, smirking. “Poor, naive little boy. I did warn you to choose carefully.” He grinned. “Don’t worry. I know just the thing to take your mind off it.”
There was something evil about that grin.
