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Authors: Susan Mac Nicol
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you, a lot. I’ve never had that experience before, so intense. I suppose I don’t really know what to do with it. And you’re younger than I’m used to.”
Shane raised his eyebrows. “Really? You don’t know what to do with it? How long did you say you’d been a gay man?” His eyes glinted but there was a trace of amusement in them now. “And I’m twenty-eight, Matthew. Only a couple of years younger than you, old timer.”
Matthew scowled. “You know what I mean. Don’t be such a bloody smart-alec.” But he was surprised and glad at the similarities in their ages. The man looked much younger.
“Tut tut. Language, Mr. Langer.”
The way Shane said his name sounded so dirty. Matthew swallowed. Shane moved away from the door, back to him. His hand reached out and he ran it through Matthew’s hair, his fingers gentle. Matthew closed his eyes at the sensation. It had been a long time since anyone had touched him with such tenderness.
“You are so bloody uptight and controlled,” Shane whispered into Matthew’s ear. His breath was warm, the fragrance of whiskey on his breath intoxicating.
Matthew was aware he was standing on a London street in front of a gay bar with a man seducing him but he couldn’t care less at this junction. His whole body was on fire, and his cock felt so huge in his jeans he was surprised he hadn’t burst the zipper.
Shane continued whispering. “I would love to break that control. See you beg, hear you say my name as you beg me to fuck you. Watch you let loose and just be yourself. Oops, sorry, I didn’t mean to swear. You can cane me later.”
Shane’s suggestive tone made Matthew’s legs wobbly. He managed to squeak out a few words. “I told you, there’s a time and a place for using words like those. In private, I have no problem. Christ, Shane, please kiss me again.” He felt Shane shiver at his words but he didn’t argue.
His mouth found Matthew’s again, softer this time, his tongue warm and probing. Matthew slid his hands around Shane’s waist, as Shane ran his hands behind Matthew’s head, his fingers entwined in his hair. Finally they pulled apart, both taking deep gulps of air to be able to breathe again.
“I’ve wanted to do this since I met you,” Shane whispered. “You taste and feel even better than I thought. God, we need to take this somewhere. I’m going to explode if we stand here. Have you got your car nearby?”
Matthew shook his head, his mouth trailing down Shane’s jaw line causing the other man to shudder in his arms. “No. I came by tube. We can go to a hotel if you like. But we need to get a taxi because I’m not bloody running anywhere.”
Shane grinned as his hands brushed the front of Matthew’s trousers. The lawyer groaned as the other man gave a wicked chuckle that made his skin tingle.
“My place is close. St. James’s. I’ll get us a taxi. But I don’t want to be responsible for making some poor taxi driver suffer unmentionable trauma, so you’ll have to behave yourself in the cab. Let me go inside and tell David.”
“Won’t he be upset? I mean, you were with him…”
Shane shook his head. “No, he’ll be fine. He had his sights set on some poor Asian lad inside who won’t know what’s hit him. The kiss you saw us in was just an opportunistic one on his part. He still owed me an apology for roofying me and tying me up. I made it clear it wasn’t something he should be doing to anyone. So he decided to make it a kiss. He knew I was waiting—” He cut his words off. “Stay here. Don’t go anywhere.” He gave Matthew one last fierce kiss and disappeared inside.
Matthew leant back against the wall for support.
The bouncer rolled his eyes and Matthew grinned. He felt like a teenager again, necking outside a nightclub. It felt good. Shane’s words about him losing control still echoed in his ears. He had no doubt that if any man could make him do that, it was Shane Templar. Shane, who wanted to fuck him
Shane raised his eyebrows. “Really? You don’t know what to do with it? How long did you say you’d been a gay man?” His eyes glinted but there was a trace of amusement in them now. “And I’m twenty-eight, Matthew. Only a couple of years younger than you, old timer.”
Matthew scowled. “You know what I mean. Don’t be such a bloody smart-alec.” But he was surprised and glad at the similarities in their ages. The man looked much younger.
“Tut tut. Language, Mr. Langer.”
The way Shane said his name sounded so dirty. Matthew swallowed. Shane moved away from the door, back to him. His hand reached out and he ran it through Matthew’s hair, his fingers gentle. Matthew closed his eyes at the sensation. It had been a long time since anyone had touched him with such tenderness.
“You are so bloody uptight and controlled,” Shane whispered into Matthew’s ear. His breath was warm, the fragrance of whiskey on his breath intoxicating.
Matthew was aware he was standing on a London street in front of a gay bar with a man seducing him but he couldn’t care less at this junction. His whole body was on fire, and his cock felt so huge in his jeans he was surprised he hadn’t burst the zipper.
Shane continued whispering. “I would love to break that control. See you beg, hear you say my name as you beg me to fuck you. Watch you let loose and just be yourself. Oops, sorry, I didn’t mean to swear. You can cane me later.”
Shane’s suggestive tone made Matthew’s legs wobbly. He managed to squeak out a few words. “I told you, there’s a time and a place for using words like those. In private, I have no problem. Christ, Shane, please kiss me again.” He felt Shane shiver at his words but he didn’t argue.
His mouth found Matthew’s again, softer this time, his tongue warm and probing. Matthew slid his hands around Shane’s waist, as Shane ran his hands behind Matthew’s head, his fingers entwined in his hair. Finally they pulled apart, both taking deep gulps of air to be able to breathe again.
“I’ve wanted to do this since I met you,” Shane whispered. “You taste and feel even better than I thought. God, we need to take this somewhere. I’m going to explode if we stand here. Have you got your car nearby?”
Matthew shook his head, his mouth trailing down Shane’s jaw line causing the other man to shudder in his arms. “No. I came by tube. We can go to a hotel if you like. But we need to get a taxi because I’m not bloody running anywhere.”
Shane grinned as his hands brushed the front of Matthew’s trousers. The lawyer groaned as the other man gave a wicked chuckle that made his skin tingle.
“My place is close. St. James’s. I’ll get us a taxi. But I don’t want to be responsible for making some poor taxi driver suffer unmentionable trauma, so you’ll have to behave yourself in the cab. Let me go inside and tell David.”
“Won’t he be upset? I mean, you were with him…”
Shane shook his head. “No, he’ll be fine. He had his sights set on some poor Asian lad inside who won’t know what’s hit him. The kiss you saw us in was just an opportunistic one on his part. He still owed me an apology for roofying me and tying me up. I made it clear it wasn’t something he should be doing to anyone. So he decided to make it a kiss. He knew I was waiting—” He cut his words off. “Stay here. Don’t go anywhere.” He gave Matthew one last fierce kiss and disappeared inside.
Matthew leant back against the wall for support.
The bouncer rolled his eyes and Matthew grinned. He felt like a teenager again, necking outside a nightclub. It felt good. Shane’s words about him losing control still echoed in his ears. He had no doubt that if any man could make him do that, it was Shane Templar. Shane, who wanted to fuck him
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