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Adam sucked harder and Paul thrust his hips forward, pumping into his mouth. When Adam grasped the base of the butt plug and tugged it, Paul gasped and leaned forward, bracing himself against the mirror. His legs trembled as the plug was pulled from him, leaving him feeling empty but relieved. He flexed his glutes, his ring contracting but with nothing to grip, only the void left by the plug.

Adam’s mouth was driving him closer to the edge.

“If you keep that up, I’m gonna come,” Paul moaned.

Adam was off his dick in seconds. “Oh no, you’re not.” He rose to his feet and moved behind Paul, dropping to his knees. “Spread for me, as wide as you can.”

Paul widened his stance, staring at his cock jutting out from his body, pointing toward the mirror, dark red and hard as fuck, pre-come beading at the slit.

Adam spread Paul wide with his thumbs and pushed his face into the crease, his tongue plunging deep. He growled, sending vibrations through Paul, those thumbs stretching his hole, the scruff on his jawline scraping over the tender flesh.

Paul looked at himself, his eyes wide, mouth open, chest and neck flushed bright red. Inside his head was a mass of conflicting emotions. It felt uncomfortable, watching his reactions to that tongue deep in his arse, hearing moans and whimpers spill from his lips.
Fuck, I sound so
wanton
.
Yet part of him liked it, liked watching his body grow taut when Adam edged his thumbs deeper and stroked in and out of his hole with his tongue, the tissues sensitive, making him hiss with each wet glide.

Adam stood, his hands on Paul’s waist, his dick sliding over Paul’s wet hole, making him moan with desire. “Need to fuck you,” he growled, rocking his hips to slide his cock faster through Paul’s crack. Adam was so fucking hard, and for
him
.

“God, yes, fuck me.” Paul arched, his breathing ragged. He tilted his hips, offering himself up to Adam, his breath fogging the mirror. His thighs were shaking, his body aching to get Adam right where he needed him.

Adam pulled away and
thank God
, there followed the sound of foil tearing. Paul tensed as two slick fingers stroked into him, and sighed with relief when they disappeared, to be replaced with the head of Adam’s dick, pressing against him.

“Take me in,” Adam ground out, his voice trembling. Paul pushed back, his body slowly opening up to pull Adam in. Heat poured off Adam as he pressed up against his back, his dick sliding into Paul, Adam’s breath hot on Paul’s neck. Paul stared at Adam in the mirror while he pushed back until Adam was all the way into him, his groin snug against Paul’s arse.

“I love how your cock fills me,” Paul whispered. “Making me feel stretched, so fucking full.”

“Good,” Adam purred. “We’re going to take this nice and slow.” He rocked, the movement languid, so that Paul could feel every inch of him moving in and out.

Paul shuddered when Adam kissed his neck, his teeth grazing the skin. “Oh, God.” His voice shook.

Adam chuckled, his face buried in Paul’s neck. “What do you see?”

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, 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-come… 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 come 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 you from behind, your arse rippling every time I plow 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, 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,” he 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 come. “God, Adam.” His knees buckled, arms trembling.

Adam fucked him through his orgasm, holding him upright—his arms around Paul’s body while aftershocks shuddered through him. He could feel Adam moving inside him, the motion gentle. Adam kissed his shoulder. “My turn.” He pushed Paul face down onto the floor, Adam’s dick still inside him. Adam gave a few quick thrusts, his body covering Paul’s as he came, long and hard.

Heat filled him. Paul supported himself on trembling forearms, Adam shaking above him, placing soft kisses up his spine and over his nape before tucking his head into the curve of Paul’s neck, his breathing as ragged as Paul’s had been. More kisses, slow and lingering. They stayed like that for several minutes, until Paul’s legs began to shake and Adam was completely limp against him.

Adam eased his cock out of him and stood. “Shower, now.” He held out his hand to help Paul to his feet. Paul held onto it and led him into the bathroom, the filled condom still clinging to Adam’s softening dick. In the bathroom, Adam removed it and dropped it into the waste bin. They said nothing, Adam moving around the glass screen and pulling Paul with him. When the water hit Paul’s body, he yelped.

“That’s cold!” he complained.

Adam laughed and tugged Paul closer. “I like that first torrent of cold water when you turn on the shower,” he said, grinning. “It makes me appreciate the hot water when it finally gets here.” Paul shivered and Adam wrapped his arms around him. “Let me warm you,” he said coaxingly, before kissing Paul on the mouth, the water growing hotter as it fell onto their bodies.

Paul leaned into Adam and lost himself in the kisses that were surprisingly sweet. When they parted and Adam reached for the shampoo, Paul suppressed his sigh, aware of the dullness in his chest. The sex in the library had been amazing: their latest coupling had blown his mind. He pushed aside the ache inside him and concentrated on washing Adam, his hands sliding over those broad shoulders and down his back, loving the feel of Adam beneath his fingertips.

When they were done, all clean and dry, Paul exited the bathroom to go downstairs and lock up the house for the night. All he wanted to do was curl up in his bed and let his mind go over what had taken place. He padded naked down the stairs, locked the front door and switched off all the lights. With a heavy heart he climbed the stairs.

Why did he have to kiss me like that?

It was difficult to think about Adam in terms of just sex when he did things that made Paul yearn for more.

As he reached the top stair, Adam called out, “Paul?”

He opened the door and stuck his head around. “I was coming to say goodnight to you.”

Adam was already in bed. “Come here.”

Paul came over to the foot of the bed. “Everything okay?” He blinked when Adam threw back the sheet on the other side of the bed.

“Get in.” Adam smiled. “That’s if you want to.”

He didn’t need a second invitation.

Paul walked around the bed and climbed in. Adam drew the sheet over him. “Any objections if I go to sleep holding you?”

No objection at all
.
Will you do it every night?
The words were there on the tip of his tongue. Paul took a breath. “That’s fine.” He fought hard not to betray the emotions that flooded through him. He lay on his side and Adam moved closer, his arm snaking around to lie against Paul’s chest.

After a few moments lying there, drinking in the silence, Adam spoke, his voice hushed. “Was it good?”

Paul couldn’t stop himself. He covered Adam’s hand with his. “It was amazing.” The delicious ache in his arse and the way he felt so… melted bore witness to that.

Adam’s sigh stirred his hair. “That’s good,” he said sleepily. “Goodnight.”

Paul lie there, hardly daring to breathe lest it gave away his happiness to be there in Adam’s arms.

What’s going on?

He had no idea what lay behind Adam’s request to share his bed, but he wasn’t about to question it. He listened as Adam’s breathing grew more regular, as he slipped into sleep. Paul breathed more freely. His first night in another’s man’s arms.

Fuck. Why did it have to feel so good?

Chapter Nineteen

Adam surfaced sluggishly, pulled into a more alert state by…

A hot mouth on his cock.

He heaved a heavy sigh of satisfaction. It had been a while since he’d been awoken in such a delightful manner, and he intended to enjoy every minute, for as long as he could stave off his climax. It struck him that this was the first occasion he had to sample Paul’s cocksucking skills.

Judging by his debut performance, Adam was going to let Paul share his bed more often.

He slipped his hand below the sheet that covered him, and encountered Paul’s short hair, slightly longer at the back, perfect for wrapping around fingers and tugging. Not that he was going to do any such thing right then: the sensations caused by that wonderful mouth were far too pleasant. He groaned when Paul licked slowly down his dick and gently sucked one of Adam’s balls into wet heat, rolling it over his tongue before expelling it with the utmost care to render the same treatment to the other.

Paul pulled free of Adam’s sac and traced a line with slow deliberation up the underside of Adam’s cock, before taking him into his mouth, sucking hard on the head while he wrapped his fingers around the shaft and performed a twisting motion, his hand rising to meet his lips each time. The suction was fucking perfect.

Adam placed his hands on either side of Paul’s head and held him steady while he gave an upwards thrust of his hips, pumping rapidly into his mouth. His dick slid wetly in and out, Paul humming around it, till saliva dripped onto his skin. Adam parted his legs wider, giving Paul more room to maneuver. Paul rolled Adam’s balls between his fingers, his lips tight around Adam’s length. Adam grunted as he rocked up into that mouth, driving his cock deeper with each thrust, until Paul began to splutter and cough.

“You have a gag reflex: good to know,” Adam said with a rough chuckle.

Paul groused around his dick and ran his finger through the saliva, before rubbing behind Adam’s balls and over his hole.