sympathy. “I have to come, make me come,” Adam begged, and Les had no desire to refuse.
He left off Adam’s nipples with a final sharp tug that made the man almost sing out with pleasure, then Les licked his way down the smooth, hairless body, bisecting Adam’s firm belly with a slick trail of saliva. Adam’s naval was too tempting to resist’ Les lapped at it while Adam’s cock bobbed and wetted his neck. Adam had a long thin cock that was pink and pretty and right now, so hard it felt like a jackhammer tapping at Les’ throat.
Adam whimpered so piteously that Les couldn’t stand it. He left off teasing the man’s belly button and scooted down until he knelt between Adam’s lean legs. Hooking his hands behind Adam’s knees, he pushed until Adam got the message and pulled his legs up, holding them so that Les had the most erotic playground in the world spread beneath him.
A glance at Adam’s little pucker made Les flinch; the wrinkled skin was puffy and red. Had he been too rough last night? Or too hungry for that tight ass? It’d been heaven, feeling those silky walls clenching around his dick, his fingers—Les had even wondered what they’d feel like around his tongue, what Adam would taste like there, in what was surely the most intimate of all spots.
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“Les, Les please,” Adam said with a hint of a whine. “Why are you torturing me like this? I need you!”
Les looked away from Adam’s hole, dragging his gaze past the tightly drawn balls
and the long dripping dick, up until he stared into those lovely blue eyes. “Me? Or to come?”
Where he found the nerve to ask, Les didn’t have a clue, but he needed to know more than he needed his pride.
Adam’s expression shifted from lusty and tense to something softer, sweeter. “You,”
he whispered, then louder, “you. I can come on my own, but I need you.”
That confession filled Les with a cacophony of emotions, two of which he refused to acknowledge. It was too soon for the first, and as for the second… Les wasn’t going to let fear keep him from this man, so he shoved down everything but the need boiling in him. Eyes locked with Adam’s, Les lowered himself down and grabbed the base of Adam’s dick.
The way Adam’s plump lips parted as Les’ head dipped, as he sucked the wet crown
into his mouth, would forever be scorched into Les’ memory. He’d played around some earlier, licking at Adam’s cock, getting used to the taste and feel of a man’s rod in his mouth, but Les wasn’t playing now. He sucked Adam’s pretty dick in as deep as he could, keeping the suction strong.
Adam didn’t react quite like Les expected. He’d thought there’d be moaning,
whimpering and pants, but no. Adam shouted, his hips jutting up as his bent legs jerked, his heels bobbing, catching Les on his shoulders. Les’ heart swelled with pride and his dick swelled with arousal, puddling pre-cum on the sheets. He clenched his muscles against coming as he sucked up Adam’s length then plunged back down. Adam had said he wanted Les to come on him, and Les would be damned before he let Adam down. Just the thought of doing so was enough to stave off Les’ climax as Adam shouted again, bucking beneath him.
Les swirled his tongue around Adam’s cock and dared to let him feel a bit of teeth.
This time Adam’s shout was strangled as his dick swelled in Les’ mouth. Les backed off enough to catch the spurts of spunk on his tongue. He swished the salty bitter seed around then swallowed quickly as more seed poured into his mouth.
Once the last trickle was swallowed, he released Adam’s dick with a noisy slurp.
“Spread your legs wider,” Les rasped as he knelt between Adam’s ankles. “Gonna spray my cum all over you.”
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“Please,” Adam moaned as he did what Les asked. Les licked his hand then fisted his dick. He used his other hand to tug at his balls then decided he didn’t want to push back his climax. He was eager to come, to see and smell his seed on Adam’s skin. Licking his other hand, Les then used a two fisted grip on his cock, pumping hard and fast as Adam watched hungrily. Les tried to imagine coming on that beautiful face, and that right there sent spiralling heat up his spine, down his balls and spearing his cock.
His eyes widened at the sheer intensity of the impending orgasm. Les felt like he was being turned inside out by the pleasure. “Adam!” Hot cum shot up his dick and burst out, splattering Adam’s cheek and chin. Adam’s moan and encouraging “More, more more!”
couldn’t be ignored. Les grunted and shuddered as he shot his next load onto Adam’s smooth chest. The last smaller jets of cum hit Adam’s cock and balls as the smaller man writhed and repeated Les’ name over and over.
Les gasped, sucking air into his deprived lungs as he stared down at Adam’s cum—
splattered body.
He’s mine.
There was no doubt, Les wouldn’t let the man go unless Adam asked him to, and only then if he couldn’t change the sexy blond’s mind. Adam opened those wide blue eyes and smiled up at him, looking so sated and sleepy and yeah, kind of smug—
but it was cute—that Les couldn’t do anything other than smile back. Or so he thought, until Adam spoke.
“Wanna rub it in?” he offered, dabbing at a puddle of spunk on his chest.
Oh yeah, he was definitely keeping this sexy little treasure.
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It was absolutely ridiculous, feeling like some teenager caught sneaking in after breaking curfew. Yet the second Adam unlocked the door and stepped inside the apartment, his mama’s eyes had drilled into him just like they had when he’d been seventeen and he’d been thinking he was pretty damned slick creeping back from a night of clumsy fucking with Shane Barlow. Just like back then, Adam’s skin crawled with embarrassment and guilt. It wasn’t like he hadn’t told Charlene he’d be out all night. He just hadn’t felt she needed to know the specifics.
Charlene’s sharp blue eyes narrowed and seemed to burn a patch of skin on his neck.
Before he could think better of it, Adam reached up to rub at the area then froze, pretty fucking sure he had that deer in the headlights look.
Charlene’s lips curled up at the edges in devilish delight. “Is that a hickey you got there, son?”
Adam sputtered for a second then straightened his shoulders and dropped his hand
back to his side—and reminded himself he was a man, not a boy, for shit’s sake. Cocking a hip out and propping one hand on it, Adam arched a brow at his mom. “Actually, no. It’s a bite mark.” All the sucking happened further down south. Those were actual teeth marks.
When Les lost his shit, he really lost it in the most amazingly animalistic way that time. And there was no way he’d ever say as much to his mom.
Charlene, however, had that Mother Radar, the one that seemed to pull all the secrets right out of their kids’ heads. She arched her brow, calling Adam’s bit of attitude, then raised Adam another one. Pointing one red tipped finger at him, she jabbed it towards Adam with each word she spoke. “Boy, you better rethink that attitude, and you better not let that big ol’
cop see you running around with that, he’ll be so jealous that—” Charlene’s eyes popped wide open and she giggled as Adam waited for the heat scorching his skin to just do him in.
“Oh ho! You spent the night with that big handsome man, didn’t you?” She laughed and slapped her thigh, for all the world looking like a giddy kid… Well, almost. Charlene looked good for being almost fifty, but not quite that good.
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“I want to know everything,” Charlene said, bouncing much like Billy. Adam’s
stomach clenched over the sheer squick factor of telling his mom everything. He said as much, too.
“Mom, that’s…that’s just wrong, okay?” Adam took a step back as Charlene sprang
forward, grasping his hand. “There’s a definite line parents and kids shouldn’t cross, you know!” He took another step back and smacked into the door.
Charlene rolled her eyes just like Adam used to do years ago. She snorted and tugged him forward even as she used her other hand to pull his back pack off his shoulder. “Please, I don’t want those details! I want the romantic ones! That man is going to be my son-in-law, and I want—”
“Whoa whoa whoa!” Panic made Adam’s vision swim with squiggly grey lines, or
maybe it was the lack of oxygen as his lungs seized up. “What are you talking about? We just had s—” Adam squeaked when Charlene thumped the end of his nose. Eyes watering, he gaped at his mom. “I was going to say, we just had some time alone! Jesus!” That got him another flick on the nose that had him trying to escape his mom’s grasp.
Charlene glared at him even as she tightened her grip and dragged him into the
kitchen. “Sure you were, and you watch your mouth! My son thinks I’m dumber than a turnip,” she grumbled as she shoved him towards a chair. “Now, sit down while I fix you breakfast and tell me how Officer Stanton swept you away.”
Adam rubbed at his nose as he stared at his mom and wondered what aliens had
taken over her body. She wasn’t the flower and romance type—or she hadn’t been before.
Then again, he hadn’t ever brought a man around, and while technically, he hadn’t brought Les around, either, his mom did know who the man was. And she obviously knew Les had the hots for Adam’s ass, among other parts of his anatomy.
Gingerly taking a seat, which sent his mother into a whole ‘nother fit of giggles—
which in turn made Adam wish he could just spontaneously combust—he tried to figure out what to tell her. Finally deciding on a G-Rated version of the truth, Adam filled her in on his first night at work—which handily provided an excuse for his sore ass.
By the time he was to the part where he left with Les, Adam was seriously thinking he was going to have to tie his mom up to keep her from going to the Xxchange and kicking the Talbot brothers’ asses. She set a plate of blueberry pancakes beside the glass of milk she’d EX’S AND O’S
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poured for him. Adam looked up from the plateful of heaven. Charlene looked back at him with tear-filled eyes.
“Mom, don’t,” Adam said as he pushed his chair back and stood. His heart ached as he reached for her and clutched her to his chest. “It’ll be fine.”
Charlene sniffed and, he suspected, rubbed her nose against his shirt. “It’s just not right,” she mumbled, hugging him in return. “You did a good thing, a great thing, and this is what you get? Stuck in a town in the middle of nowhere, living with your mama again,”
Charlene snuffled and Adam’s eyes burned. His mom didn’t deserve this, either. She’d raised him alone after his dad took off, and made sure Adam had everything he needed, and some of the stuff he wanted. She’d put him first all his life, something he knew made her a very special woman.
“And now you have to work at that…that place,” Charlene continued, her voice high and strained. “All because that jerk has more money than morals! Hmph!” She patted at him and took a half step back, looking surprisingly happy considering her cheeks were still wet from tears. “But, there’s good things that have come from all this, too. You have some good friends, and then there’s Les.” Her blues eyes sparkled as she nudged him to sit back down.
“Yeah,” Adam murmured as he sat, wondering who the friends were since she’d
categorised them separately from Les. Nick was his friend, he was pretty sure about that, but Josh… Well, he could understand why Josh wouldn’t really want much to do with him.
Adam and Nick had become close friends and almost more a while back when Nick and Josh weren’t together. Because he was aware of how uncomfortable knowing that must make Josh, Adam tried not to be too needy and bother Nick much. It was hard, having had his life turned upside down in a couple of short weeks and having no one to confide in—except he might just have Les.
Whatever was happening between them, it didn’t feel casual and that was good. He’d had more than enough of casual. Besides, there was something about Les, a combination of strength and vulnerability, that had just sucked Adam right in from the first moment he’d laid eyes on the man. The closest he’d ever come to feeling anything like it before was with Nick, and that paled in comparison to the myriad emotions Les stirred in him.
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would be getting Les to trust him. They may have—okay, they’d definitely had—scorching hot sex, but other than the comment about spending time in the hospital as a kid, Les hadn’t really opened up to him about anything. But they’d been otherwise occupied, Adam
rationalised, which was very true.
God, he was getting all warm and tingly just thinking about that, which was kind of creepy since his mom was sitting right across the table from him. And she was being abnormally quiet, too.
Adam looked up as he shovelled in the last bite of pancakes. His mom smiled at him and steepled her fingers under her chin. The pose sent a thrill of alarm through him, nearly making him choke on his food. He sputtered and hacked as Charlene jumped up and
scurried over to slap him on the back.
“What are you plotting?” he gasped out once he figured the risk of aspiration had passed.
Charlene patted his shoulder then walked back to her chair and sat, her eyes
sparkling. “Nothing,” she said as she tucked those fingers back under her chin. “I was just thinking about making some double chocolate chip cookies. A double batch.” Charlene grinned, setting the fine hairs on the back of Adam’s neck to quivering.
Adam slumped back in his chair.
Oh man, Les ain’t gonna know what hit him!
Another slow night in the ER, and Les was grateful for it. His mind kept wandering to Adam, naked and spread out for him, or kneeling with those luscious lips wrapped around his dick, or—