fucked, but he wasn’t quite so open. “No, somewhere more private.”
Without another word, Paul turned and headed out of the room to the discreet line of doorways that shielded the more intimate chambers. He opened a door, and Con followed him inside, spun Paul around, and kissed him full on the mouth.
“I haven’t felt like this with another man for years. I woke up last night hard and aching for you.”
Paul kissed him back, and Con shoved his hand down between their bodies and worked on the buttons of both sets of breeches. Something in Paul’s face made him eager to have the other man under him immediately. “I want to be inside you.”
“I don’t think I have the will to stop you.” Paul sounded strained, but Con was too far gone with lust to want to break away now. He freed Paul’s cock and worked his fingers around the straining shaft, using the increasing wetness to lubricate his pumping fist.
“Fuck me hard, sir, make me scream for you.”
Constantine spun Paul around until he was facing the side of the bed and shoved Paul’s breeches down, revealing his muscled buttocks. He sank to his knees and used his tongue to lick and lubricate the tight pucker of Paul’s arse and the swell of his balls.
“Oh, God, sir, that’s . . .” Paul arched his back, giving Con more access. Con reached around and drew some of the wetness streaming down Paul’s cock onto his fingers, swirling it around Paul’s arsehole until he could ease a finger inside.
“Give me more, give me all of you,” Paul gasped.
“Not yet, you’re not ready,” Con murmured.
“You said you’d be quick.”
Con pushed his finger deep and Paul bucked under his hands. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”
He flinched when Paul reached back, grabbed his wrist, and squeezed it until his bones ground together. “But I want to feel you rough and hard, feel you owning me, making me come for you.”
Con’s cock grew even bigger and he stared at Paul’s arse. “Just me?”
“Please . . .”
With a harsh groan, Con spread the wetness seeping from his cock over the crown and pressed the head against Paul’s arsehole. “Are you sure?”
“Just do it, sir, please.”
Con shoved himself inward, ignoring both the unforgiving but exquisite tightness and Paul’s gasp. He worked himself gradually deeper, one hand now wrapped around Paul’s shaft, rubbing him hard. It took a while, but eventually he was lodged deep, his balls tucked against Paul.
“Do you like that?” he breathed into Paul’s ear.
“Yes.”
“Like it when I take you hard and raw?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll like it even more when I start to fuck you and you’ll be full of my come.”
Paul sighed Con’s name and that was enough to make Con start to thrust himself in and out, in and out, until he was slamming himself deep and hard with every long, deliberate stroke. He reached down and drew Paul’s mouth toward him so that he could kiss him.
“You’ll still feel me tomorrow, you’ll be so sore. Do you like that too?”
“God, yes .”
He felt Paul start to come all over his hand, gave one last desperate thrust, and spilled himself inside.
He lay over Paul for a long time, regaining his breath and simply enjoying the texture and scent of the other man’s skin. Eventually he kissed Paul’s cheek and eased his cock free. When he straightened, his legs were shaking, and it took him a moment to walk over to the table where he could wash himself clean. He rinsed out a washcloth and returned to the bed to administer to Paul, who still lay sprawled against the side of the bed.
“Are you all right?”
Paul rolled over on to his back and shielded his eyes with his forearm.
Con touched his knee. “Paul? Did I hurt you?”
“No, you . . .” Paul bit his lip. “You were perfect.”
“Then what is wrong?”
Paul gestured at his disordered clothing. “Let me get dressed and then we can talk.”
Something inside Con went still. “You don’t want
Without another word, Paul turned and headed out of the room to the discreet line of doorways that shielded the more intimate chambers. He opened a door, and Con followed him inside, spun Paul around, and kissed him full on the mouth.
“I haven’t felt like this with another man for years. I woke up last night hard and aching for you.”
Paul kissed him back, and Con shoved his hand down between their bodies and worked on the buttons of both sets of breeches. Something in Paul’s face made him eager to have the other man under him immediately. “I want to be inside you.”
“I don’t think I have the will to stop you.” Paul sounded strained, but Con was too far gone with lust to want to break away now. He freed Paul’s cock and worked his fingers around the straining shaft, using the increasing wetness to lubricate his pumping fist.
“Fuck me hard, sir, make me scream for you.”
Constantine spun Paul around until he was facing the side of the bed and shoved Paul’s breeches down, revealing his muscled buttocks. He sank to his knees and used his tongue to lick and lubricate the tight pucker of Paul’s arse and the swell of his balls.
“Oh, God, sir, that’s . . .” Paul arched his back, giving Con more access. Con reached around and drew some of the wetness streaming down Paul’s cock onto his fingers, swirling it around Paul’s arsehole until he could ease a finger inside.
“Give me more, give me all of you,” Paul gasped.
“Not yet, you’re not ready,” Con murmured.
“You said you’d be quick.”
Con pushed his finger deep and Paul bucked under his hands. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”
He flinched when Paul reached back, grabbed his wrist, and squeezed it until his bones ground together. “But I want to feel you rough and hard, feel you owning me, making me come for you.”
Con’s cock grew even bigger and he stared at Paul’s arse. “Just me?”
“Please . . .”
With a harsh groan, Con spread the wetness seeping from his cock over the crown and pressed the head against Paul’s arsehole. “Are you sure?”
“Just do it, sir, please.”
Con shoved himself inward, ignoring both the unforgiving but exquisite tightness and Paul’s gasp. He worked himself gradually deeper, one hand now wrapped around Paul’s shaft, rubbing him hard. It took a while, but eventually he was lodged deep, his balls tucked against Paul.
“Do you like that?” he breathed into Paul’s ear.
“Yes.”
“Like it when I take you hard and raw?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll like it even more when I start to fuck you and you’ll be full of my come.”
Paul sighed Con’s name and that was enough to make Con start to thrust himself in and out, in and out, until he was slamming himself deep and hard with every long, deliberate stroke. He reached down and drew Paul’s mouth toward him so that he could kiss him.
“You’ll still feel me tomorrow, you’ll be so sore. Do you like that too?”
“God, yes .”
He felt Paul start to come all over his hand, gave one last desperate thrust, and spilled himself inside.
He lay over Paul for a long time, regaining his breath and simply enjoying the texture and scent of the other man’s skin. Eventually he kissed Paul’s cheek and eased his cock free. When he straightened, his legs were shaking, and it took him a moment to walk over to the table where he could wash himself clean. He rinsed out a washcloth and returned to the bed to administer to Paul, who still lay sprawled against the side of the bed.
“Are you all right?”
Paul rolled over on to his back and shielded his eyes with his forearm.
Con touched his knee. “Paul? Did I hurt you?”
“No, you . . .” Paul bit his lip. “You were perfect.”
“Then what is wrong?”
Paul gestured at his disordered clothing. “Let me get dressed and then we can talk.”
Something inside Con went still. “You don’t want
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