Paul arched up off the couch, his rigid cock shooting out a jet of cum that hit him square on the chin. He hollered, body singing with ecstasy, taut as a bow string, while his dick pulsed out its last drops.
Adam laughed, a joyous sound that filled the room. “Beautiful.” He let go of Paul’s cock and grasped his own solid shaft, giving three quick pumps before aiming it over Paul’s chest and abs, hot cum spattering over him in drops. Adam grunted with the exertion, bracing himself on Paul’s thighs, his body jolted by his climax.
When he was done, Adam sat back on his haunches, grinning. “Come here.”
Paul slid off the couch and knelt in front of Adam, still shaking. Adam stroked up his arm and the back of his neck to curl around Paul’s nape, tugging him forward until Adam’s lips were scant inches from his own.
“Thank you,” Adam whispered, before brushing his lips over Paul’s in a kiss that began almost casually but deepened as Adam claimed his mouth again and again. Paul shivered as Adam slowly lapped up the cum from his skin, humming with satisfaction and licking his lips. “You taste good.”
Paul felt utterly boneless, holding onto Adam’s upper arms to support himself, drowning in a sensual kiss that was like no other he’d experienced.
He only knew he didn’t want it to end.
Adam broke the kiss and Paul bit back his sigh.I guess all good thingsdocome to an end, don’t they?He couldn’t complain, not after the way the day had gone. The last thing he’d expected that morning was being on the receiving end of another stellar blowjob.
Fuck, but the man can kiss…
It wouldn’t do to let his boss to what extent his kisses affected Paul. Adam wielded enough power as it was.
Adam rose to his feet, bringing Paul with him. “I don’t know about you, but I need a shower.”
“Sure.” Paul was still trying to get his breath back from that kiss. “I’ll have one after you.” He went to move aside but Adam held onto his arm.
“And there was I thinking you’d be into water conservation.”
It took a few seconds for the meaning behind Adam’s words to register. “Oh.” The thought of showering with Adam sent icy fingers tickling up and down his back.
This day keeps getting better and better.
Adam chuckled. “There’s that ‘oh’ again. We really need to work on widening your vocabulary, especially if you’re going to work on my books.” He leaned forward, lips brushing over Paul’s cheek until they reached his nose, whereupon he gave it a little kiss.
When Adam’s hand landed with a loud smack on Paul’s left arse cheek, he yelped. “Hey! What was that for?”
“Not moving fast enough,” Adam replied. “Shower. Now.”
“Yes, Sir.” Paul was so glad Adam couldn’t see his expression. He was grinning like an idiot again.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Paul finished dryingthe dishes to the strains of a Bach cantata drifting through from the library. He smiled to himself. When Adam listened to classical music, it was usually an indication he was in a good mood.
Not that Paul was surprised, after the day they’d had. He tried to ignore the tiny part of him that kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.
It’s not gonna be like before. He’s come through all that shit. He’s getting his life back.
Slowly, maybe, but at least Adam’s feet were on the right path.
“When you’re done, can you come into the library?”
Paul nearly leaped out of his skin. “Bloody hell.” He dropped a mug, which caught on the sink on its way down and shattered, shards of porcelain flying all over the place.
Adam stood in the doorway, his eyebrows arched. “Did I startle you? Sorry, I didn’t think I’d been that quiet.” He spoke in a calm, level voice.
Paul opened the cupboard under the sink and stretched to reach the dustpan and brush. “No, it’s my fault. I was lost in my own little world.”
Adam smiled. “I hope it was a nice world, at least.”
He looked up from his task of sweeping the remains of the mug into the pan. “You said you want me in the library?”
