Page 58 of Leather and Longing
“Hey, Adam, would you like to take us in?” Eric called out. “I’ll guide you to the jetty.”
The beam of delight on Adam’s face was a joy to behold. “I’d love to.” He patted Paul’s arm. “Later.” His whisper tickled Paul’s cheek.
As Adam tapped his way over to the helm, Paul’s gaze followed him, his heart hammering yet again.
All he could think about was what Adam might have in store for him.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Adam had beenquiet for the ten minutes or so it had taken to drive back to the house.
Ten long, painful minutes.
Paul was so hard, it hurt. He couldn’t give a thought to what he was going to prepare for dinner. All he could think about was getting off, and hoping Adam would play a part in it.
Adam chuckled as Paul pulled up in front of the house and switched off the engine. Paul turned to look at him. “You could have said something while I was driving, y’know.”
Adam gave a shrug. “I thought it would be more fun to let you stew a little. I was sure you had something on your mind. I just let you… think about it.” He gave Paul an evil grin.
Oh, he’d thought about it, all right.
Paul got out of the car and waited to lock it. Adam stood, cane in hand. Paul glanced at the driveway, assessing any risks. “Left, about ten feet to the edge of the front path.”
“Thank you.”
Paul heard the note of gratitude and realised he’d correctly assessed Adam’s mood.
He wants more opportunities to be independent.
It was only in that moment that the full import of what was happening hit Paul. He thought back to the articles he’d read online and had to fight hard to keep in the triumphant cry that was right there in his throat.
Adam had come through the depression stage. What Paul was seeing was the reawakened desire to live again, as independently as possible. It was early days, true, but that remark on the boat told Paul plenty. Adam had shown a willingness to identify himself as blind.
Would you look at that? Adam Kent is learning to cope.
Paul was on such a high. He knew there would be days ahead when it wasn’t like this, when things would seem bleak again, but it was a step in the right direction.
He followed Adam to the front door and was about to open it when he had another brainwave. “Here, give me the cane. You open the door.”
Adam grinned and handed it over. Paul got out the keys and located the correct one before placing the bunch in Adam’s palm, the key between his fingers. “There you go.”
Adam fumbled at first, but then the tumblers clicked into place and it swung open. That grin was still in evidence when Paul got through the front door, closing it behind him.
“Do you want?—?”
It was as far as he got before Adam pushed him roughly up against the wall, hand moving to grab his chin. The cane fell to the floor with aclatter. “Not a sound. I’m not finished, remember?” Still holding Paul firmly, he skimmed his right hand over Paul’s chest, pausing to take hold of a nipple and tweak it hard through the fabric of his T-shirt. Paul moaned, and Adam did it again, only harder this time.
Fuck, that felt good.
“You like that, don’t you?” Adam slowly withdrew his left hand that held Paul in place. “Do I have to tell you not to move?”
Paul already knew the answer to that one. “No, Sir,” he whispered, grinning like an idiot and thankful Adam couldn’t see him. His pulse raced, his cock throbbed, and he couldn’t wait to see what happened next.
Adam patted his cheek. “Good boy.” Leisurely, almost lazily, he leaned in until his breath feathered Paul’s mouth. “I remember this mouth,” he murmured against Paul’s lips. Paul closed his eyes at the feel of Adam’s tongue tracing the contours of his mouth, its movement unhurried. Adam broke off and pulled back. “Open for me.” His voice was hoarse.
Paul obeyed, shuddering when Adam slid his tongue between parted lips, exploring him, licking the roof of his mouth and then taking Paul’s bottom lip between his teeth and tugging on it, gently at first, before sucking on it. Paul fed low cries into Adam’s mouth, his fingers aching with the need to touch Adam, his body tingling. Adam continued to twist and tug on his nipple, the sensation dancing along a thin line between pleasure and pain, but a sweet, dark pain that made him yearn for more.
When Adam moved his left hand to take hold of Paul’s aching cock through his shorts, Paul trembled, his breath coming out in short bursts.
