Unknown (12 page)

“The what? Dinosaur? What dinosaur? Spank you?” Taylor had lowered his voice, thank God, but his chuckle was still clearly audible. “What are you on about?”

“Yesterday. Adam threatened to spank me. Think it was him tryin’ to scare me off, y’know? Make me wanna leave?” He guffawed. “Well, he got more than he bargained for, only, it sorta backfired on me, too.”

“Okay, want to start at the beginning? And why would it backfire on you?”

Paul huffed out a sigh. “Let’s take that bloke you tried to set me up with. You didn’t
really
expect me to get off with him, did ya?” He toed off his training shoes and kicked them across the room.
Better make sure they’re out of Adam’s way before he gets up though.

“Yeah, one minute you were talking with him, the next, I came back from the bathroom and you’d gone. What was wrong with him?” In the background Paul could still hear music, the party not quite over yet. There was still the chatter of voices, mingled with laughter.

“It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with him,” Paul began, “it’s that he was too young. Too nice.” And it wasn’t as if he hadn’t been interested in Paul: that hard-on was pretty difficult to miss. The only problem was, Paul had been as limp as fuck.
And the dick don’t lie, ladies and gents.

The quietness of the library only amplified Taylor’s incredulous snort. “Young? He was your age, you moron. And what do you mean, too nice?”

I could just shut up now. I could just shut my fucking trap, say goodnight and go to bed.

Except he knew he wasn’t gonna do that.

“Look, don’t try to set me up with any more guys, okay? There… there are things you don’t know about me.” His heart was hammering, his breathing shallow.

He heard a door close and the noise dimmed. “That’s better. Now I can hear you. So, these things I don’t know. Tell me. I thought we were friends.”

“We
are
, Taylor,” Paul said with a groan. “There’s a reason I haven’t had that many dates. I’m… I’m a kinky little shit and most of the guys I meet are too fuckin’ vanilla for my taste.”

There was a moment of silence, which only served to ramp up Paul’s nerves.

“Kinky?” Taylor giggled. “Are we talking, ‘
Tie me up, Daddy, I wanna be spanked
?’”

Paul couldn’t hold in his laughter. “Oh, you are
so
close to the mark.”

“Adam was really going to spank you?”

He pushed out a sigh. “It’s a long story.” He didn’t want to go into all that shit. It was too late and he’d had way too much to drink.

“Or is it more the case that you
want
him to spank you?” Taylor’s voice was suffused with a definite hint of smugness.

Shit
. “Don’t even go there,” Paul ground out. “I still have a serious case of blue balls, and seeing as I epically failed to get off at your party—in spite of your best intentions,” he added when he caught Taylor’s swift intake of breath, “I’d better go and take care of it.”

Taylor laughed. “G’night, Paul. Go play with yourself.”

Paul gave a loud snort and disconnected the call. He got out of the chair and groped around on the floor for his training shoes.
Damn it, where the fuck are they?
He giggled. Maybe the dust bunnies had got them. The idea tickled him and he was still chuckling when he went over to the wall to flick on the light switch.

Warm light bathed the library, making him screw his eyes up. What had his eyes opening wide was the sight of Adam stretched out naked on the couch, head propped up by cushions, a half empty bottle of brandy between his thighs. He was playing with a very heavy, full cock, his fingers lazily stroking the firm shaft.

Paul froze. “Oh, fuck me.”

Adam focused unseeing eyes in his direction, his lips twisted into a smirk. “After what I’ve jus’ heard, that’s quite possible.” His words ran into each other.

It was amazing how quickly shock sobered the mind.

“How much have you had to drink?” It was a lame question, but better than voicing the first thing that came into Paul’s head:
God, yeah, want that.

“Don’t pull that shit on me, boy.” Adam struggled into an upright position, clutching the bottle. “I heard every word.” He waved the bottle in Paul’s direction. “You know, you’ve got a filthy mouth.” He reached down to the floor for his cane that lay beside the couch, and picked it up. With his other hand he held onto the brandy. From the way he moved, Paul judged he’d drunk quite a bit of it.

“Adam, I’m sor—”

“Oh, I bet you are.” Adam used the cane to help him rise unsteadily to his feet, but when it slipped from his grasp, he started to fall forward, flinging the bottle onto the couch.

Oh fuck.
Paul darted over to catch him but Adam’s weight proved too much, and the two of them ended up on the floor, Paul trapped beneath him. Adam’s head landed on his shoulder and he turned, burying his head in Paul’s neck, his lips brushing over the skin.

“Fuck, you smell good,” he said in a throaty whisper.

Much as he wanted this—and God, did he—Paul wasn’t about to let Adam go any further, not when he wasn’t sober. He placed his hands on Adam’s chest and pushed up, trying to wriggle out from under him.

Adam let out a drunken growl and grabbed his wrists, shoving them over Paul’s head and pinning them to the floor. He hovered over Paul, his face scant inches away, the smell of brandy clinging to him. Paul could feel the heat pouring off Adam’s bare skin.

Adam ground against him. “Why’re you hard? You been thinkin’ ’bout me?”

Paul assessed the situation.
Fuck it. Just go with it
. He could regret it in the morning when he was sober. When they
both
were. Right then there was the very real possibility that he was about to get fucked.

“Can you blame me?” he said, his voice uneven. “My employer’s fucking hot.”

Adam tightened his grip on Paul’s wrists. “I thought your employer was a dinosaur.” His voice, tinged with amusement, was equally breathless. He rotated his hips, grinding against Paul’s groin, before dropping his head to nuzzle into Paul’s neck.

God, he’s strong.
The feeling of being totally helpless, overpowered, dominated, was a heady one. Paul was almost dizzy with lust.

“As far as I know, dinosaurs didn’t come equipped like this.” He did his best to push up from the floor with his hips and meet Adam’s dick, the small thrust causing it to slide over his own. Adam slowly raised his head, his breath coming faster, those gauzy eyes seemingly looking right into his.
Oh, sod it.
Paul craned his neck and brought their lips together in a fervent kiss, his body straining with desire. When he stopped, Adam grimaced, clearly unhappy. He aimed for Paul’s mouth, connecting with the corner of it and then sliding to cover it with his, the kiss all teeth and tongues and heat.

Adam growled into Paul’s mouth and keeping one large hand at Paul’s wrists, he grabbed Paul’s chin and held him immobile. “You are so gonna get fucked.” Before Paul could speak, his mouth was taken again in a scorching kiss, Adam’s tongue plunging deep, exploring him with a thoroughness that made Paul ache for more. He lost himself in the passion, the anticipation, the feel of those hands holding him down. He pushed a moan between Adam’s lips, his body on fire.

When Adam finally came up for air, Paul drew in long, shuddering breaths. He pulled against Adam’s grip, testing his restraints. Not that he had any desire to be released: the sensations that coursed through him were too fucking delicious. He murmured against those full lips. “This wasn’t listed as one of the employee benefits.”

To his dismay Adam released his wrists and sat up, straddling Paul’s body. His gaze focused on Paul’s face with uncanny precision. Paul took a moment to enjoy the view: the rapid rise and fall of Adam’s chest, the heavy dick that curved upward, the equally heavy-looking balls resting on his own dick that pushed against his zipper.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to speak.”

Adam’s words dropped onto his skin, sending shivers rippling through him.
Fuck, that’s hot.
He let out a groan that came from somewhere deep inside, his own words the result of some instinct that pushed at him insistently.

“Sorry, Sir.”

* * * * * *

Adam stifled a moan.
How long since I felt another man’s heat, heard that word from his lips?
Too fucking long. Not so long that he’d forget his good sense if Paul turned out not to have a condom handy. He wasn’t
that
drunk. And the prospect of sinking his aching cock into Paul’s arse was doing a damn good job of sobering him bloody quick.

“Gonna fuck you now,” he growled.

Judging by the sounds of rapid breathing, the whimpers, and the musk that rolled off Paul, his plans met with approval.
Thank fuck for that.
If he’d thought for one minute that Paul wasn’t into this, he’d have stopped it there and then. Adam wasn’t into rape.

Bloody hell, he feels so good.
There was firm flesh beneath his fingertips, an intoxicating scent that played havoc with his dick—and a pair of shorts that were definitely in the way. Adam shuffled back until he could feel the waistband. He fumbled for the button, slapping Paul’s hands away when he tried to help. “I can manage, thank you.” His heart was pounding, his body doing its best to overcome the effects of the alcohol. If he’d known sex was on the menu, he’d never have gone looking for that bloody fucking bottle.

Adam lowered the zipper and slipped his fingers through the gap to stroke Paul’s hard, bare dick. “Commando. I approve.” Paul pushed up, his cock trapped behind the layer of fabric. “Patience,” he said with an evil chuckle. He grasped the shorts firmly and yanked them down to Paul’s knees. Adam moved until he was at Paul’s bare feet, and grabbed the young man’s ankles and pushed until those feet were in the air, rolling Paul’s arse up into the air. There followed the soft thud of something hard hitting flesh before clattering to the floor.

Adam grinned. “What has it got in its pocketses?”

“Phone, condoms, and lube,” came back the breathless reply.

His grin widened. “Clever boy. Grab your legs at the knees and hug them to your chest.” He reached out, his hand finally connecting with warm, firm skin. Paul’s arse cheeks were covered with a soft down, and when Adam sought his crack, he found more hair.

He grinned, pulled back his hand and brought it down hard on Paul’s right arse cheek.

“Ow!” Paul’s yelp filled the room.

Adam rubbed over the skin gently. “One day, I’ll give you a proper spanking.” Paul shuddered when Adam ran his hand over Paul’s arse, before rubbing over his hole with his thumb.

It was sensory overload. The feeling of those globes, rounded and firm to the touch; the contrast with his hole, puckered, hot flesh surrounded by hair: the sounds that were growing in frequency, sounds that spoke of urgent need.

Adam’s need was urgent, too.

“Condom, on my cock, now,” he barked, running his fingers through Paul’s crease, the allure of that hot little hole too much to ignore. “Do I need to prep you?” God, he wanted in there.

Paul gasped, “As long as you’re slick enough, we’re in business.” Adam heard the tearing of foil, followed by warm fingers on his cock as Paul covered him with the latex. “But yeah, plenty of lube, please, for this spinosaurus of yours.” A sachet was thrust into Adam’s hands, already torn open.
Helpful little sub.

Adam laughed. “You’ve got a thing about dinosaurs, haven’t you?” He slicked up his shaft and wiped his fingers through Paul’s crack. Now that Paul’s arse was right there for the taking, his legs held out of the way, Adam shuffled forward until his cock pushed against Paul’s entrance, sliding over the wrinkled skin over and over until Paul moaned loudly. The sound grew more needy when Adam slowly pressed a finger inside him, inwardly groaning at the feel of hot silk.

“God, yes,” Paul hissed. Adam let out a wry chuckle and sawed in and out of Paul’s hole, until Paul was pushing down hard, clearly chasing it, wanting more. He pulled free and eased his dick into position. For a moment, his thoughts went to all those times he’d blindfolded a sub and fucked them in a sling or tied to a bench. For the first time, it really felt as though his remaining senses had gone into overdrive.

When did I last feel this alive?

He rubbed his cock over Paul’s pucker, moving faster now, hips rocking. Adam slid his palm up Paul’s thighs to where Paul’s hands were hooked under his knees, his shorts in a thick wad of fabric above them. Adam gripped the cotton and held onto it tightly with one hand while he continued to saw through Paul’s crease with his dick, creating the most exquisite friction.

“For God’s sake, fuck me already!” Paul’s heartfelt cry was an echo of the yearning Adam felt, the desire to penetrate that arse as deep as he could go.

“This is gonna be quick,” Adam gasped as he pressed the head of his cock against the ring and pushed, slowly sinking into a heat and tightness he’d almost forgotten existed. His low moan mingled with Paul’s as he filled him to the hilt. “Fuck, that feels so good.” He couldn’t wait a second longer. Adam held onto Paul’s shorts like an anchor and proceeded to fuck him with long, deep strokes, increasing in speed. His balls slapped against Paul’s arse and his hips rocked, pulling out until the head was just inside and then shoving back into him, varying the depth of his thrusts.

Adam let go and lost himself in the sheer joy of fucking. When had sex
ever
felt this good? Damn it, he was hyper-aware of
everything
. The feel of that tight channel, its walls clinging to Adam’s dick. Paul’s heat, pouring off his body and enveloping Adam’s cock. The noises that poured from Paul’s lips, wordless entreaties to fuck him harder, Paul trying to meet his thrusts, to get more of Adam’s dick in him. The exquisite sensation of thrusting deep into him, all his nerves singing in exhilaration as he neared orgasm.

Neared? Catapulted into it, every cell, every molecule of his body brought to life, zinging.

Adam howled and emptied his balls into the condom in long pulses, his cock buried deep in Paul. He shuddered through his climax, body trembling with each spurt, until he felt hollowed and wrung out, and yet more alive than he’d felt for months. Paul gave out soft noises, his body still trembling, his own orgasm imminent.