Page 101 of The King of Halloween
Just as Adam reached for Raj’s thickening cock, Raj kissed him. Hard. Wet. Pleading for everything Adam offered and more. Adam’s exploring hand slipped under Raj’s waistband, and his fingers glanced against the crown. All it took was that touch to cause a deep groan to erupt from Raj’s lips.
Adam caught him by the back of the head, holding him against his mouth as he reached lower to stroke from the base of his shaft up to the throbbing head. “Tell me,” Adam ordered. He hooked his leg on the inside of Raj’s, then forced them wider apart. It had the fortunate effect of tugging Raj’s pants down until half of his cock tasted that chilled October air.
Staring into his eye, Adam licked his palm, then grabbed onto Raj’s cock and stroked him fast with purpose. Raj’s fingers dug into the nape of Adam’s neck. He struggled to think of anything beyond the hand on him and the heat building through his body.
“I…”
“Tell me!” Adam roared, taking him by the balls.
A single whimper slipped from Raj, and he smiled. “I love you.”
Panting, Adam crashed against Raj’s neck. His strokes softened like he intended to torture him all night. “I love you too, my hot, horny monster.”
Was he ever!He’d had to endure hours of Adam waltzing around in a tight crimson corset and a demon’s tail without being able to touch him. It was torture. Raj locked both of his hands to the back of Adam’s neck and tried to pull himself higher into the devil’s lap.
The doorbell chimed.
Adam’s jerking hand paused for a second.
“Ignore it,” Raj said. “The light’s off.”
“I thought I gave the commands around here,” Adam said with a deep chuckle.
“Mmm.” Raj was in a feisty mood. Even though he didn’t want to be anywhere else, he started to tease Adam. “You know, we could still make the masquerade.”
“That so?”
“Give you a chance to hobnob with all the big-wigs who voted for you.” Raj damn near whinnied as Adam stretched his pinkie back to circle Raj’s pucker.
“Will I still have your cock in my hand while trading a bon mot with—?”
The doorbell chimed again.
Adam flinched but didn’t give up. “—with the mayor?”
“Depends…” Raj grunted, fearing he was close to the end.
“On what?”
“On if you ever want to be king again.”
That thought paused Adam. His grip slackened, and Raj pouted at the loss. “You know.” He picked up the crown, twisting it so the light caught on the gold-painted plastic. With a grin, Adam tossed it to the side. “It’d be worth it.”
He lunged for Raj, his lips open.
The doorbell thundered through the house.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Adam sat up, annoyed beyond belief. “The light’s off. We’re out of candy!”
In response, the kids rang it again. Then they knocked.
Panting, Raj struggled to sit up when Adam leaped to his feet. “What are you doing?”
“Getting rid of them.” Adam fumed.
“Just ignore it,” Raj pleaded, but Adam marched for the door. He had the choice of either hiding under the blanket or trying to force himself back into his pants. Catching the vein throbbing in Adam’s neck, he chose the painful option and contorted to avoid the zipper. “If you give in now, they’ll just keep—”
The doorbell cut him off.
