Authors: KC Wells
“I love sucking and licking your balls,” he said in a low voice. “I love it when I’m giving you a blow job in the morning. All you want is my mouth around your cock, but I get to tease you with my tongue.”
“Your mouth is incredible,” Adam moaned. Paul licked over the delicate sac and he growled. “Use your teeth. Tug the skin with your teeth.”
Paul ignored him and rubbed his face against the base of Adam’s dick, hot and hard against his cheek. Adam pushed up with his hips, twisting his body to bring the head of his cock to Paul’s lips. He licked a line up to the head and Adam caught his breath. Paul chuckled and made his descent, planting sucking kisses down his shaft.
“Oh, you fucking little tease.”
Yeah, Paul was definitely enjoying himself. He had Adam right where he wanted him—at Paul’s mercy.
He ignored Adam’s dick, its trickle of pre-come a sore temptation, and spread him wider, revealing his hole, a dusting of hair surrounding it. Paul grabbed Adam’s arse and rolled him up off the bed, before brushing his tongue over Adam’s tight pucker.
“Fuck, yes.” His voice was raw with need.
Paul licked a line from his hole up to his balls and back again, feeling the muscle contract. He held on to Adam’s leg with one hand and stroked up over his abs to flick his nipple with the other, his tongue teasing Adam’s hole the whole time. Paul tweaked the tiny nub while he kissed and licked Adam’s pucker.
“God, Paul… that’s….” Adam shuddered, writhing. Paul flicked his nipple with his fingertip. “Use… use your nails,” Adam demanded. “Scrape over it with your fingernail.” Paul pulled away from his entrance and Adam howled. “Don’t fucking stop now.”
“Do I have to gag you? Because there’s a ball-gag in the cabinet, right where I can get at it.” Paul kept his voice steady.
“You… you wouldn’t.” Adam craned his neck up off the pillow to stare in Paul’s direction, pulling at his restraints.
Paul laughed. “Then stop telling me what to do. I’m in charge, remember?”
Adam lowered his head back down to the pillow with a growl of exasperation.
Paul chuckled and returned to his task of teasing Adam’s clenched hole with his tongue, licking and sucking it, before pushing into Adam with the tip. Adam shivered and Paul pressed deeper, loving the way Adam’s body opened up for him. He lost himself in the sensations: the musky scent emanating from Adam; the taste of him, clean and male; the feel of his skin beneath Paul’s fingers.
Adam stopped growling. He cried out with every stroke of Paul’s tongue inside him, his back arching. Paul forgot to breath and pushed his tongue into Adam again and again, his hands caressing Adam’s body.
“Please, Paul… ” Adam gasped out when Paul raised his head and brushed his lips over the head of his dick. Paul gave in to temptation and took his cock deep, moaning around it, his own shaft aching with need. Adam shuddered each time Paul slid that hard dick into his mouth, his soft cries growing louder and more frequent.
Paul couldn’t wait anymore. He pulled free of Adam’s cock and yanked open the drawer beside the bed to take out the lube and a condom. Adam’s breathing quickened, his belly tightening.
“Yes, God, yes,” he exclaimed fervently, spreading his legs wide and tilting himself up for Paul.
The sight of Adam laid out, ready for Paul to fuck him, was intense.
Paul unrolled the latex over his rigid shaft and swiped lube-slicked fingers over it, before pushing two of them into Adam, sliding in deep. Adam groaned, the sound swelling in volume when Paul withdrew.
Paul shuffled forward until the head of his cock was where he wanted it, pressing lightly against Adam’s hole. He leaned forward, braced on one arm, and held his dick steady while he eased the head inside, feeling the muscle resist him at first. The view of Adam’s entrance opening up to take him in was heady. Slowly, carefully, Paul entered him.
God, it felt incredible, watching Adam’s body pulling him deeper. Paul hooked his arms under Adam’s knees and leaned, his face inches from Adam’s.
“You… you feel amazing,” he groaned, before lowering his mouth to Adam’s lips in a kiss. He wanted to say more, but the lure of that mouth was too much. He kissed Adam, sliding his tongue deep, tasting him, while he gently thrust all the way into him.
Adam pushed a low moan into his mouth, thrusting with his hips, rocking up from the bed in a bid to increase the pace, but Paul was having none of it. He lowered his body between Adam’s thighs and pinned him to the mattress, hips rolling as he moved slowly in and out of Adam’s heat. Adam shuddered beneath him, rocking gently along with him, the two of them settling into a rhythm that was measured, sensual and absolutely fucking
perfect
. Paul focused his gaze on Adam’s face—that beautiful face, turned up toward him, mouth wide, incoherent sounds pouring out of him.
“God, look at you,” Paul gasped. He slid deeper, burying his cock inside Adam, heart soaring when Adam wrapped his legs around Paul’s waist, holding him tight. “It’s like… I can’t get deep enough.”
“Paul, please,” Adam begged, pulling hard on his restraints. “I need… ”
“What? What do you need?” Paul stilled, his dick all the way in.
“I need to hold you.” The words were almost a sob.
Paul didn’t hesitate. He unbuckled the cuffs and rubbed Adam’s wrists, ensuring blood flow. When he released them, Adam slid his hands around Paul to rest on his back, holding him close while Paul brought their chests together, their skin damp with perspiration. Paul resumed his gentle rocking motion, desperate to make it last as long as possible. He slid his arms under Adam’s shoulders and fucked him, his lower body undulating.
Adam stroked up and down his back, all idea of haste seemingly forgotten. He cupped Paul’s cheek and pulled him down into a kiss, lips brushing against lips, licking his way inside Paul’s mouth, his fingers curled in Paul’s hair. His heels rested on the swell of Paul’s arse, Adam moving with him, the two of them locked together in an intimate dance of passion, their steps unhurried.
Paul didn’t want this to end.
* * * * * *
Adam was lost in a world of heat and confusion. His world had tilted on its axis and he hadn’t a clue what it all meant. His first thoughts had been that Paul was torturing him, deliberately taking things slowly. Perhaps it was Paul’s attempt at giving Adam what he’d given Paul during the last few weeks—a teasing fuck to bring him to the edge.
But as Paul lay on top of him, that heavy, full cock sliding in and out, wringing such pleasure out of him as he’d never known in the arms of another… Adam wasn’t so sure. Because it no longer felt like fucking, the breathless couplings he’d grown accustomed to since Paul had begun sharing his bed. This was something else, something different.
Paul was making love to him. And Adam loved every second of it.
Paul let go of him and slipped his hand between their perspiring bodies to wrap around Adam’s cock. Adam arched up into that touch, needing more. He let go of Paul’s face and grabbed hold of Paul’s shoulders, fingers digging in hard.
God, this was good, so fucking good.
Paul picked up the pace and Adam cried out. “Fuck, yes, just like that.” He rocked, desperate to take Paul deeper, as deep as he could. He wanted to let it all spill out of him: how good it felt to have Paul inside him, how much Adam loved this, loved having Paul fill him, how fucking amazing Paul was… Adam knew that if he opened his mouth, what came out would be a stream of nonsensical words and hoarse cries.
Paul’s hand tightened around his dick, making him thrust harder through Paul’s fist. When Paul’s hips began to piston, Adam knew his lover was close.
My lover.
Holy Fucking Hell. I have a lover.
The thought was enough to send heat coursing through him.
Paul’s head dropped to his shoulder, his soft groan of pleasure filling Adam’s ear as he came inside him, body jerking with each pulse of Paul’s dick into the latex. Adam thrust up into Paul’s hand, crying out as he creamed Paul’s fingers, shivering with ecstasy and need.
They lay together, Paul locked inside him, Adam’s body clamped tight around his cock, both of them shuddering out the last of their mutual orgasms, swapping sweet, slow kisses that made Adam’s head spin. Eventually he knew it had to end, but in that moment…
Fuck.
What does it mean?
Paul stirred, snuggling back against the warm body wrapped around him. Adam’s arm lay across his chest, his hand resting over Paul’s sternum, his breath stirring the hair behind Paul’s ear. Sunlight crept in through the window and the waves lapped the shore below.
It was a perfect morning after a night of utterly blissful lovemaking.
Paul closed his eyes to shut out the light and focus inward on his memories. Waking when all was dark, turning in Adam’s arms to cuddle up against that broad chest and finding Adam awake, too. No words, only soft kisses, gentle touches, stroking and caressing. Shallow breaths while fingers explored, tongues teased and bodies rocked gently together. Minute sounds while Adam readied himself before moving to lie between Paul’s thighs, Paul’s hand guiding Adam until he was all the way inside with one long, slow push. Paul wrapping himself around Adam and holding onto him while Adam slid unhurriedly in and out of him. Still no words, but their mingled moans and low cries were enough. Bodies trembling as they came, Paul first, Adam remaining deep inside him while they held each other until Adam’s softened cock slid from his sweetly aching hole. Paul rolling Adam onto his back, removing the condom and slipping out of bed to go to the bathroom. On his return, after the briefest of clean-ups, Paul had slid between the sheets to lose himself in the warm haven of Adam’s arms.
Lying there in the morning light, it was easier to enjoy the moment than confront what was niggling him.
Do I listen to what’s in my head or my heart?
Paul had to face facts: he was falling in love with Adam.
There was a whole host of reasons why that couldn’t happen, the most obvious being Adam was his boss. Add to that the ‘
this is just sex’
arrangement. The ‘
no romantic entanglements
’ stipulation. It didn’t matter which way Paul looked at it, the situation was fucked up.
Adam doesn’t want a long-term relationship.
Only thing was, Paul did.
He’d argued with himself that it wasn’t love, it was a crush, lust, infatuation,
anything
but the L word. But it was difficult to keep thinking like that when he’d take one look at Adam’s face and be aware of the ache inside him. When he woke up each morning and the first thought through his head was that he was going to spend the day with Adam. When Adam’s smile made his day brighter. When all he wanted to do was make Adam smile more.
Who was he kidding? All he wanted to do was tell Adam how he felt.
Which was where his head came in.
Paul didn’t believe for a second Adam would fire him if he knew the depth of Paul’s feelings, but he’d have to be stupid not to realize it would alter their relationship. Adam didn’t want a lover. He’d been honest and forthright from the start, so Paul couldn’t say he hadn’t known what he was getting into.
His head was being practical.
Don’t rock the boat. Leave things as they are. Stop crushing on him. He doesn’t need to know. Why ruin everything?
His heart?
Screw it—tell him. What if he feels the same way? Think about last night: that wasn’t fucking—that was making love.
It might have been Paul topping Adam, but Adam had still been in charge. At least, it had seemed that way, up until the point where Paul had threatened to gag him. What had followed had blown him away.
It’s not my imagination, is it?
Adam had let go, shown Paul a glimpse of the man he kept hidden deep, and Paul wanted more. Now all he had to do was find a way to let Adam
know
he wanted more—without scaring him off.
“Good morning.” Adam stretched, shifting behind him and drawing Paul closer. “That was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in ages.” He kissed Paul’s neck, sending a shiver rippling through him.
Damn the man. Does he know
every
spot that turns me on?
Probably.
“Morning.” Paul held himself still, his breathing even. Adam didn’t move, in fact showed no sign of wanting to do anything other than lie there embracing Paul.
All Paul wanted to do was roll over, kiss Adam good morning and hold him. He wanted more of what he’d experienced the previous night. He wanted to spend the morning in bed in the arms of his lover. But last night was last night: now they were in the full glare of the morning light, and right back to Adam’s terms set out at the start of their sexual relationship.
Paul had to face facts—it wasn’t going to work.
Adam brushed the pad of his thumb over Paul’s nipple, and he couldn’t repress the quiver that made its way down his spine. Adam chuckled into his ear. “Oh, you are awake, then. You were so still, I thought you’d fallen asleep, except there were none of those cute little noises you make.”
Paul slowly turned in Adam’s arms. “Are you insinuating that I snore?” he demanded.
Adam guffawed. “Insinuating? Hell, I’m flat outright
saying
it. But please note, I did say it was cute,” he added, his hands warm on Paul’s spine, languidly stroking in a slow upward curve over his shoulder blades before sliding down to his lower back, where the curve of his arse began. The gentle caresses were intimate, sensual and…
Paul had to get out of there.
He wriggled free of Adam’s embrace and climbed out of bed. “On that note, I’ll go downstairs and make the coffee.” He pulled on a pair of shorts.
Adam rolled onto his back, laced his fingers behind his head and let out a contented sigh. “I might lie here a little longer. It
is
Sunday, after all. I deserve a lie-in after my week.”
Paul had to agree. It had been a productive five days for Adam. He’d begun making notes for his new book and was clearly excited about the prospect of writing it.