Page 35 of Catching a Con Man

“This goes directly to the penthouse,” he explained. His thumb massaged the back of my hand. It seemed neither of us wanted to let go, and that was just fine by me.

“How’s your…situation?” I asked, unable to keep from smirking.

“Sticky, cold and uncomfortable. No thanks to you.”

“Hey, I wasn’t the one who came in your pants. You did all that by yourself.”

“Yeah?” And then suddenly Ade’s hand wasn’t in mine any more. It was at the back of my head, protecting it as he pushed me back against the cold, mirrored wall of the lift. Ade’s face was inches from me, his whole body plastered up against every centimetre of mine. “So I’m totally to blame?”

“Yes,” I breathed. Ade’s lips came down on mine and kissed me, oh so slowly and tenderly. I kissed him back, and soon our tongues were gliding against one another and I could feel myself getting hard despite the fact I’d finished in his mouth about twenty minutes prior.

“Agh, I feel gross. I can’t get hard with all this going on,” Ade said as he pulled away from the kiss. “Not that your kissing skills aren’t divine.”

“Good save,” I joked. The lift doors opened with apingand I stepped out without even thinking. And then stopped.

I don’t know how I’d convinced myself that Holden’s enclave in Switzerland was a fluke, or somehow excessive for a billionaire. Because Ade’s space was massive, and the place was a complete mishmash of styles that somehow worked together. The ceiling was vaulted, with rough-hewn beams seeming to hold the whole thing up, but one wall was entirely glass. The kitchen, dining room and living room were one big, mostly open space, and one bedroom looked out over the whole thing from a mezzanine. There were further doors off the mezzanine which I guessed led to more bedrooms, offices, bathrooms. But even Ade’s living room was bigger than the whole flat I occupied with Amanda.

“Wow,” I muttered. I felt so small in the place, so insignificant. I was reminded I didn’t belong. I wanted, once again, to run screaming. But the lift doors had closed behind me.

“Hey. You OK?” asked Ade. His hand came to rest on the small of my back, and was like an anchor. He held me to this reality, this plane, and I didn’t even know if he was doing it. How much all this still freaked me out.

“This is…this is real rich people stuff, Ade,” I said.

“Good. Enjoy it.” He walked over to the kitchen, dropping his jacket over the side of the dining room table as he went. He pulled his shirt over his head too, and dropped his trousers to the floor.

“Look what you’ve done to me,” Ade pointed accusingly at the huge wet patch that had bloomed at the front of what I was sure were very expensive boxers.

“Not me, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I winked.

“Little bastard. Pick us a wine from the rack. I need to get showered off.” Ade dropped his boxers as he turned away from me and gave a little shimmy as he walked up the stairs and through a door that presumably led to the bathroom. Like his chest and legs, I could see the fur on his arse, caramel brown like his hair. It made his arse look like a peach, and I wanted a bite of it.

I let him turn the shower on, and gave him a couple of minutes as I picked an unlabelled red wine at random and rummaged through the cupboards for glasses. I poured us each a glass, left the bottle on the counter, and then dropped all my clothes next to Ade’s. My feet felt cold on the marble tiled floor, and I felt exposed as I walked up the floating steps to the bathroom. I could hear Ade humming over the noise of the water. I pushed open the door. Ade’s bathroom was tiled in the same white marble as the rest of the house, and his shower was open to the rest of the room. Ade was facing away from me, so I padded across the floor and wrapped my arms around him, running my fingers through the hair on his chest as the water ran over the both of us. The showered was huge, and we were both soaked by its spray. I ran my hands down his stomach over furry thighs and back to his delicious, round arse.

“In the mood to top?” Ade asked quietly.

“Rarely,” I admitted. “But looking, touching, tasting? Those I can do.”

“Good.” Ade turned to face me and leaned so that his forehead was against mine under the spray. I could hardly breathe, but that didn’t matter. I was often breathless around him.

Ade reached over and turned off the shower, and grabbed two fluffy towels from beside the sink. He dried himself off, and then dried me off too as I stood there. He was meticulous and slow, and drifted his fingers down every bit of skin after he’d wiped the towel over. In minutes, I was hard again and aching for him.

“Come on,” Ade said, holding my hand and walking me out of the bathroom to the mezzanine bedroom. “Were you serious about…tasting?” he asked.

“Are you trying to ask if I’ll rim you? Because I’m mostly a bottom, but one hundred percent an ass man. So yes, Mr Big Top, let me taste you.” I smirked as Ade flopped down on the bed and held his legs up to expose his furry hole.

“Go on then, get in there.” He was grinning, and I swatted at his thigh.

“How romantic,” I deadpanned as I collapsed on the bed next to him.

Ade sat up, and then positioned his head so it was close to my cock. “How about we try it this way?” he asked. He lowered his mouth to my cock and sealed his lips around the tip. As he did, he moved one leg over my chest so that he was straddling me for a sixty-nine. I could take his cock in my mouth from behind, or I could give him what we both wanted.

I parted his cheeks with my hands and licked a stripe up from his balls to his hole, and Ade groaned as he pushed back gently against me. I knew what that meant.More.And I could give him more. So I nipped, licked, and sucked at the pink pucker of skin until his moaning around my shaft reached a fever pitch. I looped one hand around to play with his cock, which was leaking onto my chest. Using the other to keep his hole exposed, I explored it with my tongue, savouring the taste of his skin and every sound I elicited from my man. His mouth on me was heavenly, but I loved knowing that I was in control and that Ade was submitting to me.

He was getting me closer to the edge with his mouth, so I jacked at his cock with my free hand, and moved back from his arse for a second just to admire the beauty with it. When Ade groaned in disappointment at the loss of my tongue, I worked one finger into his spit-slicked hole and pushed until I was pressing up against his prostate. That, and my hand on his cock, pushed Ade over the edge and he moaned as he spilled warmth over my chest at the same time I came in his mouth.

Ade collapsed on top of me and knocked the air from my lungs as he did.

“Oh, that is absolutely minging,” I wheezed as he rolled off me with asquelch. But then Ade laughed, and as soon as he’d slapped one hand onto my cum-covered stomach I started to laugh too, until I couldn’t stop.

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