“I wouldn’t embarrass you like that.”
He chuckled. “No, but I might embarrass myself.”
He held Adam’s hand from the car to the door, wanting the connection. Adam took his hand, kissed his knuckles. Smiling, he got the door open and barely managed to close it before he pushed Adam up against it, bringing their mouths together. Adam’s arms wrapped around him, lips opening eagerly. He pressed their bodies together, sliding against Adam’s body to get some friction for his prick.
“Yes.” Adam groaned into his mouth, hands clenching his shoulders.
He slid his hand between them, palming Adam’s hard on through the soft pants. The heat was amazing, proving that Adam was as affected as he was. Swollen, wet-tipped -- that cock begged for attention. He pushed his hand into Adam’s pants and stroked his hand along the hot flesh, wondering how many times he could make Adam come tonight.
Could he make Adam beg? Could he dent that control? He wanted to, very much.
Groaning, biting at Adam’s lips, he tugged harder, eager to make Adam come right now, just like this. He felt Adam shudder, shiver, heard the deep moan.
“Give me your pleasure, Adam.”
“Matt!”
He tugged one more time and heat hit his fingers, wet and musky. “Yes. Oh, yes.” Groaning, he brought their lips back together, his tongue pushing in as he tasted Adam’s mouth after orgasm.
The man’s lips were soft, swollen. Open. Adam tasted like pleasure, and Matt groaned, squeezing the now slick prick in his hand. Adam shivered, hips still moving, cock still hard. Matt brought his hand up, offered Adam a taste of his own. Adam took his wrist, carefully, seductively licking him clean. Groaning, he humped against Adam, his cock straining against his slacks. That tongue was smart enough, clever enough to drive him to weak knees. He leaned against Adam, letting his lover keep him up.
“Want you.”
“I’m here.” Adam slipped to his knees, opened Matt’s slacks.
“Oh, damn. Yes.” He nodded, hand sliding through Adam’s hair.
Adam’s mouth was heaven -- wet and hot, slick and eager. He cupped Adam’s head, drew him even closer. Adam opened easily, taking him to the root, the tip of his cock slipping into Adam’s throat.
“Adam!” He cried out, body jerking.
Adam nodded, took him, swallowed. It felt so good, the heat and wetness, the tight swallowing. One hand cupped his balls, rolled them carefully. He spread his legs, giving Adam more room. The careful, amazing touch moved, smoothed behind his balls. His nerves all lit up, pleasure climbing through his body. Adam’s head bobbed, throat working, the suction perfect.
“Oh, God, that’s good. You’re good.” He was nearly keening, the pleasure almost too much.
Then Adam rubbed his perineum, nudging his gland from the outside. He cried out, hips snapping, his spunk pouring into Adam’s mouth. Adam drank him down, tongue carefully cleaning him.
“God, you’re good at that.”
Adam hummed softly, the sound vibrating around him. His knees nearly gave out again and he reached out for the door behind Adam, bracing himself. Adam smiled and that amazing mouth kept working him, keeping him hard.
“Keep that up and I’ll be able to take you.” He hardly recognized his own voice, it was that strained and needy.
The soft chuckle made him want to scream.
He tugged Adam up. He would discover what made Adam lose control. A short kiss was all he offered. “Come to my bed.”
“Yes, Matt. Please.”
He took Adam’s hand and led him down the hall, tried not to be in a hurry, but he was.
Adam started undressing him, tugging his clothes off. He returned the favor, pulling away Adam’s clothes. He had the sudden urge to leave marks -- bruises and ink, scratches and touches, so that everyone knew Adam was loved. He tugged Adam close as soon as they were naked and took a long, hard kiss. He could feel Adam’s lips swell, part for him.
“I want your control,” he told Adam, meeting the sub’s eyes.
“Matt?”
“I want to make you crazy.”
Adam pinked. “You can try.”
Matt laughed and nodded. “I can. I plan to.”
That got him another kiss, a grin. He grabbed hold of Adam’s hair, tugged his head back, and took a kiss. A tiny, soft cry pushed into his lips. Yes.
He pushed Adam back farther, bending the man’s back as he devoured Adam’s mouth. Adam’s body rubbed against his, chest to knee, so smooth and warm against him. He found Adam’s ass with his free hand, squeezing one taut buttock. The muscles under his fingers rolled as Adam’s hands landed on his shoulders.
Yes. He wanted Adam to cling to him, to need him. He bent Adam back farther, making Adam hold him for balance. He could feel the hot cock against his leg, his own sliding on Adam’s belly. Adam tried to pull up, get his balance back, hard abs rippling. Matt didn’t let him, keeping Adam off balance over his arm. He could feel Adam’s heartbeat speeding up, responding.
He let his teeth dig into Adam’s lower lip. Adam jerked and shuddered, fingertips digging in. That was it. He wanted that, he wanted everything. The kisses went on and on, making him breathless, making Adam shake.
Matt finally broke it, staring into Adam’s eyes as they panted together. Fuck, the man was beautiful. Matt wanted to wrap around him, hold on tight. He licked at Adam’s lower lip.
“I.” Adam swallowed. “How can I please you?”
“By letting me please you.” He lowered Adam to the bed and encouraged his lover to move up into the middle of the mattress.
Adam’s eyes never left his, never left him. Bending, he licked Adam’s right nipple, still holding that amazing gaze.
“What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to feel. I want you to beg and scream.”
“I don’t. I haven’t been a screamer.” Those eyes met his. “I’m not interested in faking it with you.”
“No, no faking. Don’t ever fake it with me.”
One hand was held out to him. “I won’t.”
He shook Adam’s hand. “Good.”
“I still don’t know what to do, Matt.”
“Feel. React naturally. Be yourself.”
Adam looked at him, eyes suddenly worried. “And if I don’t remember how?”
“I think you can. I think you know here.” He pressed his hand against Adam’s belly.
Adam’s hand covered his. He stared into Adam’s eyes. He waited until he got a single, tentative nod.
“Good.” He kissed Adam softly, teasing Adam’s tongue with his own.
Those pretty lips were swollen, the taste of desire luscious. He encouraged Adam’s tongue back into his own mouth. Adam hummed, explored his mouth, tongue sliding against his almost lazily. It made him feel good, that Adam wanted to taste him, to explore, when he knew the man didn’t kiss a lot, especially not during the scenes he was paid for.
Each moan stoked the flames of his desire. He pressed Adam into the mattress, lying on top of his lover. The sensation of skin on skin was heady. Adam wiggled, rubbed them side to side. He slid his hand between them to find a nipple, fingers pinching. That little nipple tightened for him, sweet as could be. Groaning, he pinched harder.
He felt Adam’s moan rumbling in his chest, but it didn’t escape his throat. Growling, Matt shifted to the other nipple and twisted it. Adam stilled, eyes searching his. He held Adam’s gaze; he wanted his lover’s responses, Adam’s
true
responses. If Adam didn’t like it, Matt wanted to know. Equally, if it sent Adam over the moon, he wanted to know that, too.
Adam shivered, looked unsure, worried.
“There’s no right or wrong here, Adam -- I want to know how each touch affects you.” He twisted Adam’s nipple again.
“I just want to please you.” Adam’s voice cracked as he pinched.
“No. Take your pleasure. That’s what I’m offering you, what I want you to have.”
“I’m...” Adam sighed, frowned. “I’m trying.”
“You need to stop trying and just feel.” He bit at Adam’s lower lip, then soothed it. Somehow he thought that scared Adam more than anything.
He took Adam’s hands and held them up over his lover’s head. Adam stretched for him, body graceful.
“Keep them there.” Let Adam focus on keeping his hands up.
“Yes, S... Matt.”
He smiled and nodded. Focusing on keeping his hands up just might loosen Adam from his restraint in other areas.
Matt let himself look at Adam. Thin and tanned, the man was classically beautiful, almost like an ancient statue. Not as cold as one, though; Matt was sure of it. There was a vein of passion running deep through Adam. He was going to discover it.
He bit at Adam’s lower lip again, then moved to nibble on an earlobe. That earned him a moan, Adam’s neck stretching. Oh, pretty.
Matt lowered his touch, licking at Adam’s neck, trying to decide where he was going to bite. Where he was going to leave his mark. He ran his nose over Adam’s throat, sniffing and then licking. He found a little hot spot right below Adam’s ear, felt the man shiver with delight. He licked the spot, then used his teeth to put a little pressure on it. Adam gasped, fingers curling around his headboard. It made him hum and bite harder.
“Oh.” The single sound was so quiet, but it was all for him.
He nodded, rubbed his nose along Adam’s skin. Adam stilled, panting softly, waiting for him. He bit gently at the juncture where neck met shoulder. Adam hummed, the sound peaceful. He bit harder.
“Matt!” The word was surprised.
That made him smile, and he licked where he’d bitten, tasting the salt and Adam flavor there. Adam relaxed again, easing under his mouth. Then he nipped, teeth dragging over Adam’s skin. He was going to explore every single inch. Belly. Thighs. Those pale little nipples. Licks and bites and sucking-up marks. It was going to be glorious.
He spread Adam’s legs, fingers stroking the inner thighs. He let his fingernails scrape over the soft skin. Adam’s ball sac drew up, wrinkled. He rubbed it, tugged a little. So soft. Velvety. Matt could see it with a tiny ring behind, something secret. He let his fingers tease behind, stroking the spot where he would put it. Adam’s body moved, shifted almost convulsively.
“This is mine. This spot right here.” He pinched gently.
“Wh...what?”
“This spot. I’m going to put a ring right here.”
“I.” Adam’s words cut off, but the man’s ball sac went tight, tiny at his words.
“A place that belongs to no one else. Just me.”
“I. I don’t. Oh, fuck, man.”
Listen to that. Rough, raw, uncontrolled. He liked it.
Matt scraped the spot with his finger. Adam’s leg bent, his lover spreading for him.
“Yeah, right there. This spot. All mine.”
Adam didn’t answer; he groaned, arched as Matt pinched again. Matt slid down, pushing Adam’s legs farther apart so he could slide his tongue along this secret place. The scent of Adam hit him like a freight train, the musky male smell going straight to his cock. Moaning, he humped against the mattress a few times before getting himself under control enough to start licking the sweet little spot he was claiming as his own.
His. His spot. He kissed and licked and even bit gently at the spot. Then he wrapped his lips around a bit of the flesh and sucked, pulling up the blood; he’d leave Adam with a little hickey, right there.
“Oh...” Adam rolled, spread farther. “Hot.”
Yes, it was. Adam was.
His slid his fingers along Adam’s cock. The long, thin shaft was engorged, heating, the tip wet. He wrapped his hand around it, stroking as he rubbed his tongue along the mark he’d made. He heard Adam pant, heard the way his touch made the man’s breath hitch. Moaning, he stroked Adam’s cock faster, loving the way it leaked for him.
“So fine.”
Adam groaned, licked his lips. Matt pulled a ball into his mouth, sucking on it as he continued to work the long prick.
Adam’s hips rolled, toes curling. “Oh...”
He would have smiled, but his mouth was full. Adam’s ball sac relaxed, weighing heavy on his tongue. He slowly let it go, and then took the other one in.
“I don’t know what to do, Matt.”
“There’s nothing for you to do but feel.” And if he had to tie Adam up to get that through to the man, he would.
“I.” Adam sighed, nodded.
He pressed his thumb against his spot behind Adam’s balls and kissed his way up the long torso.
“I’m sorry, Sir. Matt. I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For not pleasing you.”
“What makes you think you’re not pleasing me? Besides, I’m trying to pleasure you right now. You’re not on the clock, Adam.”
“I know. Still. I want to. I want to please you.”
“You do. You being here makes me so very happy.”
Adam moaned for him, kissed him carefully.
“Every new relationship takes time to develop. You’re used to jumping in and knowing exactly what the master you’re helping needs. We need to start from the beginning. Which is far more exciting.” He kissed Adam on the nose. “If also scary.”
“A bit, yes.”
“Only a bit?” He licked at Adam’s lips.
“I don’t like being out of control. I’m not good at it.”
“No, but I think it’s good for you. I think you need to be pushed beyond your control to find out how deeply you can feel.”
“I don’t have an answer for you, Matt. This...”
“Is something I want. Do you? Are you willing to try? Do you want to try with me?”
“I’d try for you, yes.”
“Good. Then let’s just see where this goes.”
Adam nodded. “I swear, I am not a problem for my other masters.”
He laughed and rubbed their noses together. “No. They never got the real you.”
“No. No, I couldn’t work like that.”
“I want the real you. That’s all, Adam.” It was everything.
Adam met his eyes, suddenly looking young. “That’s a lot, Matt.”
“I know.”
Adam kissed him, the act slow, painfully gentle.
“I want every single piece of you.” He brought their mouths together again, letting Adam take another infinite kiss. Adam moaned for him, deep and low, body pressing close. “See? That’s all I want from you. How you feel. How you really feel.”
Adam nodded, kissed him again, the sound pushing into his lips almost desperate. He fucked Adam’s mouth with his tongue. Sweet, swollen -- Adam tasted like fucking heaven. This was the taste of his man.