Page 57 of Love Spell

“Afraid not?You want them to?”

“You’re the one who asked about exhibitionism.I don’t mind either way, but since you want them to, I’m sorry they can’t.”

“Idon’twant them to.How do you know they can’t?”

“Sun glare.We have the sunlight striking our windows and reflecting back into the faces of anyone across the street.Even with the window open a bit, we’ll have to wait ten minutes and turn on the lights in here if we really want an audience.”

“Fuck, that feels good.”

“The bridge is stone.The same colour as this building.There’s a wall all along the pavement on each side, less than chest-high.”While he talked, Timo led Noah by the balls to the dazzling window, bringing the tube.“There are rounded alcoves along the wall to stand and admire the river and city and setting sun above rooftops and trees lining the Seine, just beginning to turn golden with autumn.”

“I want you against that wall,” Noah said in his ear, pushing Timo ahead of him with one hand, the other on his own slick cock.“In the alcove, facing into the sun.”

Timo gripped the writing desk and window frame.“There’s a river boat passing below.Think they can tell what we’re doing?”

“Depends.”Noah guided himself in, his breaths catching, muscles bunching as he felt his tip penetrating Timo.He forced some semblance of calm, shifting his grip, fingers digging into Timo’s hips, holding himself back as if doing a push-up against his partner to make himself give Timo a minute to relax and adjust to him.

“On what?”Timo didn’t sound as breathless as Noah.

Noah pushed deeper.The intense pleasure of the physical mixing into the bridge fantasy and the honest reality of this moment gave him a premature high, so aroused he was already kicking himself for coming too fast while he wasn’t there yet.

“On your reactions,” Noah gasped.“They can hardly see me behind you, can they?”He knew he had to go slow, but he needed more, his body electric, the sun and breeze and scent and knowledge of Paris around him firing his nerves, and Timo didn’t tell him to wait.“So they only know if they can see from your face.Do they know?You tell me.”

Noah was already finding a rhythm with shallow thrusts that he needed like breathing, then deeper, chasing that all-over pressure, stepping into Timo.He held fully inside then, pulling Timo against him, his cock hot and wet in its sheath with precum, wishing both to take in the moment and that he could distract himself into taking more time.

“Can they tell?”Noah prompted him.

“Yes.”Timo finally sounded breathless, as overwhelmed as Noah felt.“Yes, they can tell.”

Again, Noah struggled to calm himself, willing this to last, feet planted, gripping Timo while that image of fucking him on the bridge played through his vision, a red haze in his eyes that were almost shut against the sunlight blasting him.He was sweating, his muscles tight, needing to take in the full pleasure and impact of what he was doing, his cock buried in Timofei Volkov, topping him in Paris mere minutes after arriving in Noah’s first European capital.But savour the moment that much and he’d be coming already.

What was the weekend for?Postponing pleasure?Did he think he wasn’t going to get another chance?That he’d have to beg for it?

Noah laughed.He thrust deeply, his pace suddenly rapid, lost in sensations that no other touch could replicate, a contact he’d not known in over a year, not since Brooklyn, and even then rare and fleeting.He should cut himself slack for not being able to last.

His release was no mellower for his orgasm that afternoon in the office.He kept thrusting up to his balls, picturing having Timo just like this on the bridge with the sun in his face and skin tingling from the breeze, soaked in sweat no matter the mild day.Even as the rush eased off and his thrusts slowed, he held on just as tight, drawing out his own pleasure and making sure Timo stayed with him while he suspected Timo still needed to get off.

He was right, though Timo waited, let Noah stay for as long as he wanted him.Noah only stopped pushing when he couldn’t maintain the erection, the pressure already aching, and still he wished he could have more, could remain connected to Timo all night.

He finally withdrew, pulled the condom off with a tissue for the bin, and found the sun had sunk, the only rays now touching the back wall and ceiling, no longer in their faces.

Timo kissed his mouth, pressed his shoulder, the power of the silent command growing until Noah took the hint and let his knees buckle.

He was anxious about putting in a poor performance after the example Timo had set earlier.Still, it didn’t diminish how much he wanted to taste Timo’s cock.He needn’t have worried.Timo was wet, holding his head but surprisingly gentle, apparently not expecting his partner to swallow his whole shaft.

Noah got to drink the precum off his tip, suck as much of Timo as he could get in his mouth, and lick along the veins coursing the length of his erection.Noah wanted that cock inside him — and at the same time thought he’d never be ready for it.He was going to have to admit to Timo how inexperienced he was.But not yet.

Technically “safe” should include oral, especially with someone as promiscuous as Noah had reason to believe Timo was.Noah remembered at about the same moment Timo’s cum coated his tongue.Noah pulled back, hands on Timo’s cock and balls to give him the contact he needed while Timo thrust, splashing Noah’s chest.

A minute later, Noah tugged him to the shower for both to have a lukewarm rinse, still kissing and caressing one another.Even out of the bathroom they didn’t get dressed.Now the room was dim with approaching twilight.It wasn’t too late to go for that riverside stroll while night settled, then find their way to a splendid French dinner.

Instead, Timo turned down the bed and they couldn’t help making out, even when they couldn’t yet get hard.

“What do you think of Paris so far?”Timo murmured, on his side kissing along Noah’s collarbone while Noah lay on his back.Timo held Noah’s balls lightly in his palm, simply a soft embrace.Noah found the intimacy of this completely undemanding contact the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced.

He should tell Timo now.Instead, he said, “It’s surpassing my wildest dreams.”

“Then you didn’t dream big enough.”Timo wrapped one leg around him so his cock was against Noah’s thigh.

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