Page 28 of Embracing James

Paul bobbed his head, licking and sucking on James’ shaft. He buried his nose in James’ curls again and caressed James’ hole.

Electricity shot through James’ body. “Fuck me.” He’d never felt need this deep before. Then again, he’d never had a man so hot and desirable wanting him, either. He loved the swell of Paul’s ass, the way he wore the liner and brought out his eyes, the wisp of hair between his pecs and the way he kissed. Mostly, he liked the way Paul cared.

Paul continued bobbing his head. He popped the cap on the bottle of lube, then dribbled the clear fluid over James’ hole.

James shivered. Soon, he’d get what he wanted—Paul inside him. He shuddered, teetering on the edge. His need overwhelmed him.

Paul pushed one finger into James. “Breathe. Relax and let me in.”

He tried. Dear God, he tried. He bore down on Paul and rode his finger. “Fuck.” His muscles tensed and his mouth watered. He wanted to return the favor and blow Paul, too.

“Good boy.” Paul resumed bobbing his head. He pumped his finger in time with his licks. Within a few moments, he added more lube and another digit, stretching James.

The burn surged through him, but he didn’t care. He cried out. “Paul.” He panted and grinded as he adjusted to Paul. He bucked and writhed. No matter what he did, he couldn’t find relief. He caressed Paul’s hair. “I…love…fuck.”

Paul chuckled. He stopped blowing James, but continued to pump his fingers. He didn’t let up and instead, increased his pace. Fire lit in his eyes. He met James’ gaze. “Ready for me?”

“Yes.” He couldn’t think straight at all. His mind seemed to melt as desire washed over him. “Please?”

Paul withdrew his fingers slowly. He dribbled more lube over James’ hole, then stood beside the bed. Without tearing his gaze from James, Paul ripped open the condom wrapper. As he sheathed himself, he smiled. “I’ve been wanting to do this since I met you.”

“Fuck me?”

“Yes.” Paul lubed his cock and stroked himself.

James shuddered. He couldn’t wait for Paul to give him what he wanted. His entire being begged for Paul. “Please?” He didn’t mind a little begging. He loved dirty talk, too. He loved being used this way and needed Paul even more. “Paul.”

Paul stroked his cock. “Masturbate yourself while I fuck you. I want you to come apart when I do.”

He’d been so close all this time.God.The second he touched himself, he’d combust. James allowed Paul to tug him to the edge of the bed and fold him in half.

Once Paul lined up his dick with James’ hole, he pushed into him.

James groaned. His ass burned and he’d never been so stretched this way, but he wouldn’t change a thing. As Paul moved within him, he exhaled and bore down on him again. When Paul picked up speed, he met Paul thrust for thrust. He basked in the delight of being filled. At the same time, he wrapped his hand around his own cock and stroked.

The combination of his fingers on his body and Paul within him turned his senses inside out. He groaned again as Paul’s fingers bit into his hips. The orgasm bubbled within him and each thrust pushed him closer to the edge.

Paul yanked on James’ torso, pulling him tight to his own body. He slammed into James.

The room spun and James embraced the orgasm. He cried out and cum spurted onto his abs and chest. The hot seed seared him to his core.

Paul growled. “That’s fucking hot.” He pumped faster until he groaned and surged deep into James. His cock thrummed within James, then he collapsed on top of James. He smeared cum between them, almost as if he’d sealed them together. He kissed James hard. When he rested his forehead on James’, his breath warmed James’ cheeks.

James loved this moment. He wanted to stay right here, too, and say something to break the silence, but what? Nothing seemed worthy or intelligent. He listened to the cadence of their breathing and the beat of his own pulse. Things had changed between them. Nothing would be fake after this.

Nothing.

He’d allowed this man to climb behind his defenses and implant himself in his heart. He didn’t know Paul had done this all so easily. James liked to think he was a smart man and cautious. But the second he’d allowed Paul to get close to him, he wanted to be with him.

Paul sighed and kissed James’ neck. “Damn.”

He agreed, even if he couldn’t form the words. He’d made love before and thought he’d once found the right guy for his forever, but nothing compared to Paul. He didn’t give a rip about the money or the property. Paul could be the working-class guy who swept the floor and James would’ve been happy. All he wanted to do was be with this man.

He lowered his legs and cuddled into Paul. “You’ve blown my mind.” He closed his eyes as he came down from the orgasmic high.

“Likewise.” Paul withdrew. He left the bed for a few moments, then the mattress dipped as he returned. He dragged a blanket over them, then sighed. “Tired?”

“A little.” He opened his eyes. “You’ve worn me out, but I don’t mind.”

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