Page 119 of The Shadows Beyond
As the doors slid closed, Julien manhandled Cinn against a mirrored wall, eyes predatory. He pressed his tongue to Cinn’s neck, then nuzzled a path all along his jaw. “I’ll make the time go quickly.”
Surging need had Cinn shivering in anticipation, full body tremors that Julien could surely feel, given how hard he was pressing Cinn into the mirror.
If there was a CCTV camera in here, someone was getting quite the show. But damned if Cinn was taking his eyes off Julien to check.
Demanding hands dug into the flesh of Cinn’s ass through his jeans, pulling him impossibly closer to Julien. Then, relinquishing the grip of one hand, Julien lifted Cinn’s chin up to meet his gaze, and squeezed it lightly while he said, his voice low, husky, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll scream my name until your throat is raw.”
Cinn choked.
Ping! The elevator doors slid open.
They had only seconds to spring apart, panting heavily on opposite corners of the lift as a cleaner joined them, wheeling a mop bucket into the middle of them while their eyes darted from one of them to the other.
Cinn wiped the excess saliva from his lips with the back of his hand.
The cleaner turned to face the elevator door, her chin tilted upwards, shaking her head to herself.
Heart pounding, Cinn focused on the button lights as the elevator travelled three floors upwards.
The doors opened. The poor intruder walked out.
Then, within a heartbeat, he was back in Julien’s arms.
“I want you to fuck me,” Cinn whispered, his heart reaching overdrive. “But you’ll be my first.”
Julien blinked in confusion, head cocked to one side.
Cinn’s face flushed with heat. “With Tyler I always topped. And then, obviously, there were a few others,” he said, not wanting to seem so dramatically under Julien in terms of the number of his sexual experiences. “But we didn’t get that far,” he mumbled.
“Okay,” said Julien, eyes softening. He gently cupped Cinn’s cheek to run his thumb over it. “Are you sure? We can do whatever you want.”
One decisive nod later, the elevator doors finally slid open to reveal the top floor: a corridor, two apartment doors on each end. Julien squeezedhis hand as he led him down to the left, unlocking the door with haste and ushering Cinn inside.
Passing quickly through the lobby, they entered a spacious, sparsely decorated living room, modern and sleek, although slightly more grey than Cinn would have predicted. “Nice place,” he said, to be polite.
“It’s really not.”
A grand piano was easily the most impressive thing in the room, its red velvet stool offering a stark contrast to the high-gloss black finish of the instrument. Cinn’s eyes roamed over to the open-plan kitchen, but Julien’s arms wrapping around him from behind soon distracted him.
“You can evaluate my cookware tomorrow.” Julien laughed directly into his ear, as his hand moved to cup Cinn’s dick, giving his semi-hard length a light squeeze. “I’m hungry for something else right now.”
Cinn leaned back into Julien as he rocked his hips up against Cinn, showing him exactly how starved he was.
Was it just Cinn, or was the whole room spinning? He swallowed. “Wait, can we put on some music first?”
He’d spied an extremely fancy-looking silver turntable on the other side of the living room. After an impatient hum, Julien released him, and Cinn went over to flick through the box of vinyls next to it.
“I’ve got nothing you’d know,” Julien said, with a faint chuckle.
“Then put on your favourite album.”
Julien kneeled beside him, then held up two vinyls,A Love Supremeby John Coltrane andKind of Blueby Miles Davis.
Cinn wrinkled his nose. “Surely you have something other than jazz?”
Sighing as if Cinn pained him, Julien rifled through the box to the very back. “Béatrice got me this. I’ve never played it.”
Cinn snickered at the familiar rainbow prism cover of theDark Side of the Moon. “Thankfully for me, Béatrice had good taste in music.”
