“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 tongue 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 aresogonna get fucked.” Before Paul could speak, his mouth was taken again in another 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.”
Chapter Fourteen
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.
I’m notthatdrunk. 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.
All he had to go on was Paul’s rapid breathing, the whimper that escaped his lips, and the musk that rolled off him, but it was enough to tell him his plans met with approval.
“Best thing I’ve heard in ages,” Paul murmured. “You don’t hear me sayingno no no, do you?”
Thank fuck for that.If he’d thought for one minute 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 couldfeel 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, even if he hadn’t drunk that much of it.
If I’d known sex was on the menu, I’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,” Adam 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 pulled back his hand and brought it down hard on Paul’s right arse cheek.
“Ow!” Paul’s yelp filled the room.
