Free Vintage Pride by Eilzabeth Lapthorne

responding. He wrapped his hands around the back of Jean-Luc’s neck and kissed him, his tongue battling with Jean-Luc’s and his breathing growing rapid and heavy.
    “I’ve been trying to deny it to myself but I know you are the one.” Jean-Luc broke the kiss to murmur into Ethan’s ear, “Everything about you inflames me.” He paused, took a deep breath. “But before we go any further, there’s something I should tell you.”
    Ethan shook his head, afraid the moment would be spoiled by Jean-Luc’s revelation. “Whatever it is, it can wait. This won’t.”
    With each fresh kiss, the heat between them increased. Ethan had grown almost painfully hard. He ground his body against Jean-Luc’s, the bulge at his groin rubbing on a similarly thick protrusion concealed within the folds of Jean-Luc’s brown and gold jacquard robe.
    Ethan’s jeans seemed a size too small, the zipper pressing uncomfortably at his sensitive flesh, even through the soft cotton of his underwear. He needed to be naked. More than that, he was impatient to see what this gorgeous man looked like once his clothes came off.
    As if following the steps of some time-honored dance, Jean-Luc paced toward the bed, taking Ethan with him. Ethan allowed himself to be maneuvered backward until he felt the backs of his thighs bump the edge of the mattress. He sat heavily, the bedsprings creaking beneath his weight.
    Jean-Luc reached for one of Ethan’s socks then pulled it off. He repeated the action with the other foot. Ethan wriggled his bare toes, wondering whether the man intended to strip him down to the skin.
    He got his answer when Jean-Luc grabbed his belt buckle, making short work of unfastening both it and the fly of Ethan’s jeans. In moments, the items were off, leaving him in just T-shirt and underwear. The damp spot of pre-cum on the front of his briefs provided damning evidence of his mounting excitement.
    Jean-Luc stepped back from the bed and untied the belt of his robe, letting it fall from his shoulders. He wore nothing beneath it. Ethan gazed in frank admiration at the Frenchman’s long, thick cock, rising proudly from the mat of blondish curls at his crotch. Unlike all of Ethan’s previous lovers, he was uncut. Ethan found himself wondering what it would be like to stroke that foreskin back and forth along Jean-Luc’s substantial shaft.
    He had the opportunity to find out when Jean-Luc joined him on the mattress. As they kissed, Ethan put a hand down between their two bodies to grip that uncircumcised length. The feel of it had him smiling against Jean-Luc’s lips. So hard within yet wonderfully soft on the outside.
    “ Ah, mon dieu ,” Jean-Luc muttered while Ethan continued to jerk him off. “You don’t know how long it’s been since anyone touched me like this.”
    Ethan had gone through dry spells of his own and knew how overwhelming it had been when he’d found himself in the arms of another man once more. He slowed the pace of his caresses, not wanting to drive Jean-Luc to the point of release just yet.
    “I didn’t mean I wanted you to stop.” Jean-Luc pouted.
    “So tell me what you need,” Ethan replied, anxious to make this an experience neither of them would forget.
    By way of answer, Jean-Luc rolled over on to his front, splaying his limbs and presenting his rump in an enticing fashion. The move surprised Ethan. Until now, the big Frenchman had been setting the pace of this encounter but it seemed he’d reached some kind of tipping point. It was almost as if he needed Ethan to take responsibility for whatever came next.
    There are so many demons driving you, aren’t there? This Benoît, just how did he hurt you—and what can I do to make it right?
    Ethan pulled off his T-shirt and briefs, then tossed them aside without caring where on the floor they fell. Being in control had made him momentarily reckless. He climbed on top of Jean-Luc’s long body and pressed sensual kisses to his shoulders. Jean-Luc