Page 78 of Leather and Longing
Paul gazed into the mirror, transfixed by the sight of Adam kissing down his neck, his hands coming around Paul’s body to stroke and rub his belly in lazy circles. “I-I see you, kissing me.”
“Does it look good?” Adam asked between kisses, flicking his tongue to tease that sweet spot on Paul’s neck.
Paul shivered uncontrollably, hips rolling gently to meet Adam’s rocking motion, Adam’s dick deep inside him. “We look so fucking—” Paul couldn’t say the word. God knew, he wanted to. He fought to let it out, and finally it dripped from his tongue, a breathless whimper. “Beautiful.”
“And now?” Adam slid his hand higher to grasp the thin chain and tugged it, hard.
“Oh,fuck!” Paul cried out, his voice cracking, his dick jerking. Adam did it again and Paul groaned when he felt it all the way along his shaft and into his balls. “Every time you pull on the clamps, my… my cock reacts.”
“Good to know.” Adam kept one hand on the chain and stroked the other over Paul’s belly, heading south.
“God, watching your hands on me… it’s such a turn on,” Paul confessed, holding his breath when Adam reached his cock.
Adam’s breath was hot against his ear. “Describe how your dick looks right now.”
Paul gulped. “It’s thick and hard, dark red, so much pre-cum… It looks so heavy.” He gasped when Adam stroked along his length, his fingers smearing the sticky fluid over the head and rubbing the underside, making Paul shudder.
“Look at yourself, Paul,” Adam commanded. “Tell me how you look while I’m fucking you, my cock hard for you, driving into you.”
It was the hardest thing Paul had ever done. In the mirror he saw himself at his most vulnerable, saw himself speared on a man’s dick, his hips rolling to get Adam deeper, knowing he couldn’t get enough of Adam inside him. He wanted to look away but he couldn’t. His pupils were blown, huge and black, his body flushed. He pushed back onto Adam’s cock, wanton sounds pouring from his lips.
“Tell me!” Adam demanded, thrusting hard into him, shoving in deep.
“I look like I’m shameless!” Paul flung back at him, panting. “I look debauched, as if all I want is that dick of yours inside me, fucking the cum out of me.”
Adam laughed, his body slamming into Paul’s, sending shockwaves jolting through his body. “When did I ever give you any indication you were going to be allowed to come tonight?”
Paul stiffened. “What?” His heart pounded, his body tight.
Another hard thrust as Adam buried his cock in Paul’s arse. “A submissive needs to draw his pleasure from serving,” he said with a chuckle.
“I’m not your fucking submissive!” The cords in Paul’s neck stood out, his face red.
In the mirror, Adam arched his eyebrows, lips contorted in a wicked smile. “Oh? I thought you’d applied for the role.” He kissed Paul’s neck before biting the nape and thrusting hard into him at the same time.
“ADAM!” Paul was shaking, shudders rippling through him.
“Think about what you’d see if you lay on the bed, your side facing the mirror,” Adam whispered, stroking Paul’s shaft. “Your legs up on my shoulders, so you could see my cock sliding in and out of your hot hole.” He tugged at the chain and Paul whimpered, burning with need. Adam bit his earlobe and kissed it before whispering into it. “Or you on all fours, me fucking youfrom behind, your arse rippling every time I plough into you, jolting your whole body.”
“Fuck, Adam…” Paul locked his arms and gave himself up to being fucked, Adam slamming hard into Paul’s arse. “Please… please…”
“What do you need?” Adam growled, his body shaking against Paul’s.
“To come with your cock deep inside me,” Paul begged.
Adam groaned and both hands reached for the clamps, pulling them free of Paul’s nipples.
Christ! The pain was sharp and bright, exploding behind his eyes. Paul moaned, sagging with relief when the sensation faded. “Fuck, Adam…”
Adam placed his hands over Paul’s, flattening them against the mirror, and shoved in deep, hips pistoning relentlessly. “Squeeze my dick with your arse,” he demanded. “Let me feel your body tight around my shaft.”
Paul dropped his head, sobbing with urgent need, tightening his internal muscles around Adam’s cock, loving the groan that fell from Adam’s lips. He did it again, and again, until Adam was moaning continually, appearing utterly overwhelmed in the mirror, mouth open, eyes wide, his breath uneven. “You’re gonna make me come,” Adam ground out, hips snapping forward, picking up speed.
“Adam, so fucking close,” Paul gasped out. “Please…”
Adam’s fingers were on the leather cock ring in seconds, ripping it off him. He grabbed hold of Paul’s hands to hold him there and thrust hard. “Come for me. Come, now!”
“Oh, God.” Paul pushed his head against Adam’s shoulder, arched his back and shot his load, spattering the mirror with cum. “God, Adam.” His knees buckled, arms trembling.
