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He nuzzles into my neck, laying down feather light kisses, and licks and nips. It’s not enough to mark my skin but more than enough for my breath to hitch and for me to groan as I push and rub my hips into his, feeling his rock hard erection against my own.
Tightening his grip on me, his lips never leaving my neck, he locks our hips together as his arms snake up my back. His fingers scrape their way up the back of my neck, his nails pushing through the short hair at my nape and I shiver even though there’s an inferno burning up my skin. My scalp, so nervy the smallest touch burns, all but explodes when he scrunches my hair into his fist, pulls my head back and claims my mouth.
Our tongues tangle and slide, our teeth crash. The kiss is deep and desperate, hot and slippery and full of insatiable hunger. The music, everybody around us, have long since faded to nothing. There’s only us, and I want him here and now. My hands fly to his belt, unstoppable, shaking with need, desperate to free his cock, to fall to my knees and take him deep into my mouth.
“Easy, baby. Don’t want us to be arrested.” The words are breathed against my lips. They’re shaky, barely in control, but he’s got enough to still my hand.
I drag my eyes open. His are black, bottomless pools and his lip red, puffy and spit-coated. A light sheen of sweat covers his face and his chest rises and falls fast with his ragged breath. He looks wrecked, undone, disorientated.
Applause ruptures the air around us, and I jump. For a second I think it’s us the crowds are applauding, for the show James and I have put on and I step back, not out of James’ arms, but enough to swing my head around to meet the stares I know must be pinned on us. But they aren’t. Nobody’s taking any notice, all attention’s focused on the band. Somewhere along the wild ride we’ve just taken, we’ve become detached from the crowd and we’re in deep, deep shadow. A wave of relief floods me, not because of embarrassment but because what we’ve just shared is for us alone.
With hands I swear are trembling, James cups my cheeks between his palms and eases my face closer, tilting my neck slightly, and I part my lips for the kiss I know is coming. It’s soft and tender, almost sweet, all the raging heat of moments before nowhere to be found. It’s the perfect calming cool down and I give myself up into his care.
When he lets me go, he smiles as he pushes my hair from my sticky brow.
“Home?”
It’s the sweetest of words and before I can answer he takes not just my hand but my heart, too.
Chapter Thirty-One
JAMES
“I want you to put this on.” Perry holds up a dark blue soft, silky scarf.
Standing up from the table, just cleared from the fabulous meal he’s cooked me, I slowly begin to unbuckle, keeping my focus fixed on him.
“What? No! Cover your eyes, not your…” he gestures to my tenting trousers.
“It’d be far more fun if I wrap it around my…” I point to the bulge. “A nice little bow, which you can then untie.”
Perry snorts. “It’s you who’s the birthday boy, not me. You’re the one who’s supposed to be unwrapping presents.”
I pick up the scarf and run it slowly between my fingers. Perry’s following the movement, pupils blown, a light flush colouring his cheeks.
We’ve not played games, or used toys or props, but from his rapt attention as I drag the scarf between my fingers, maybe now’s the time for a little exploration. The moan escapes me before I stop it.
Perry, naked and spread out on my bed, silk restraints holding him down at the wrists and ankles. What little blood is left in my brain rushes to my dick. It leaves me lightheaded, a little wobbly on my legs, and I drop back down into my seat. My sudden change of position snaps Perry out of his trance and he blinks at me for a second or two, pink-cheeked and glazed-eyed.
“I’ve got something for you, something special, but I want it to be a surprise. That’s why I want you to put the scarf on.”
Perry’s special, and he’s a constant and delightful surprise. The words dance on my tongue, but he’s taking the scarf from me and tying it around my head, plunging me into darkness.
“No peeking, okay? I really, really need you to do as your told,” he whispers into my ear, his warm breath drifting over me.
“I’ve never been very good at doing what I’m told.” My cock, so thick and heavy, pulses and pushes against the fly, teetering on the edge of pain, but it’s the leap of my heart that truly takes my breath away, as his soft laughter ripples over my skin.
“Try your best, just for a minute.” A quick and light kiss on my cheek, and he’s gone, leaving me gasping for breath.
Fifty-four today. The subject of my birthday cropped up just a couple of days ago. Perry hadn’t reacted and I’d forgotten about it.
I’ve never made a big fuss of my birthday, and any celebrations I’ve had have taken place in bars and clubs, my presents taking the form of men dropping to their knees, or treating myself to a highly-paid, highly-skilled, cold-eyed escort. But not this time. As soon as I’d got home, I’d been assaulted by aromas that had made my mouth water and my stomach dance. I’m used to Perry’s amazing cooking, but I knew this was something more, something extra special.
A click of a switch and the darkness covering my eyes deepens.
“Still no peeking, I don’t want you spoiling the surprise.” Something’s placed on the table, but I’ve no idea what.
“I’m rather hoping the surprise includes a lot of nakedness.” I smile as he laughs.
