Taming the Lion (22 page)
“It can wait. Suddenly, I’m hungry for something else.” Craig reached down under the sheet, cupping Ryan’s cock. Ryan always slept in the nude, and his breath caught in his throat at the feeling of Craig’s fingers closing around his shaft. With slow, steady movements, Craig wanked him till he humped his arse against the mattress, wanting to have his cock buried in his lover’s mouth or, better yet, his tight rear passage.
As if he’d read his mind, Craig pushed aside the sheets, and slithered down till his mouth was on a level with Ryan’s cock. Looking up at Ryan with clear adoration in his grey-blue eyes, he grasped the thick shaft by its base, pausing for a teasing moment before forming his lips into a circle and closing them around Ryan’s helmet. Plunged into the wet furnace of Craig’s mouth, Ryan could only moan in wordless pleasure, lost in the sensation of being so expertly sucked.
In his ideal world, every morning would start like this, with his cock lodged in Craig’s throat, and a finger straying down, down between his balls to find the hidden pucker of his arse, stroking over its rim and promising to push deep inside…
“You love that, don’t you?” Craig stopped mouthing him long enough to pose the question, his expression pure wickedness.
Ryan could only grunt in reply. Every fibre of his body seemed to scream for Craig to go back to what he’d been doing, to keep on licking and caressing, bringing him to the point where he could only arch his back and shoot his spunk deep in his lover’s throat. Craig got the message, increasing the wet suction on Ryan’s cockhead till all Ryan could do was let out a tormented cry. “I’m coming!”
The warning gave Craig just enough time to pull his mouth off Ryan’s cock, using his fist instead to coax out Ryan’s cum in long, rhythmic squirts. The milky fluid puddled on Ryan’s belly, and Craig reached for a tissue to wipe it away. Maybe one day, Ryan hoped, Craig would allow him to come in his mouth, but not today.
They cuddled together, Ryan reaching for Craig’s hard, neglected cock so he could return the compliment. In that moment, he felt closer to Craig than ever, and was prompted to ask a question that had hovered in his mind for a while. “Craig, I’ve been thinking about this, waiting for the right time to ask you, and today feels like the right time. Will you…will you be my husband? I don’t have a ring or anything, but—”
Craig said nothing at first, and Ryan was sure the answer would be in the negative. Then, at last, he said, “Honey, I’d love to.” They kissed, long and deep, then Craig continued, “Had you thought of a venue, because I know that Wolfenden Hall caters to civil partnership ceremonies, and I’ve always fancied holding my reception in a stately home. And they have bedroom suites available, and there’s supposed to be a really nice B and B in Wolfenden village, too, so that solves the accommodation problem. Though, God knows what my mother is going to say. She always told me I should hold out for a man who earns more than I do… Joking, lover, joking…”
Ryan silenced him with another kiss, before licking his way down Craig’s body, over his chest and abs, heading for his waiting cock. Their coffee would be cold by now, but he didn’t care. Craig had just made him the happiest man in the world, and the best way to show that happiness was by making him come till he saw stars…
Concentrating on the way Craig had felt in his arms, the taste of his warm, salty skin, Ryan braced himself for impact. Less than twenty feet to fall, the wind whistling in his ears and nausea rising in his belly. Muttering a fevered prayer that someone, anyone would help him, he landed in the twisted branches of a gorse bush with a blow that seemed to shatter his world into a thousand pieces, and darkness claimed him.
About the Author
Elizabeth Coldwell is the author of numerous short stories and two full-length novels, ‘Calendar Girl’ and ‘Playing the Field’. Her stories have appeared in the best-selling ‘Best Women’s Erotica’ series and Black Lace’s popular ‘Wicked Words’ collections. Formerly the editor of the UK edition of
Forum
magazine, she also contributed a spicy monthly column, ‘The Cougar Chronicles’, to its pages. When she is not busy writing, she is an avid supporter of Rotherham United Football Club and can be regularly found on the terraces at weekends, cheering her boys to victory (hopefully!).
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Also by Elizabeth Coldwell
Lionhearts: The Pride of Amsterdam
Cougars and Cubs: Something Within Him
Sharing the Billionaire: Everything to Him
Stand to Attention: An Act of Duty
Christmas Crackers: The Christmas Box
Haunted By You: The Spirit of Stage 13
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