Free Vintage Pride by Eilzabeth Lapthorne Page A

smelled of sandalwood and pure musky male, the scent of his skin driving Ethan half-crazy with desire. He’d never believed in the power of pheromones when it came to finding Mr. Right but lying here, breathing this man in, he was beginning to change his mind.
    Hey, don’t start thinking about LeBlanc as Mr. Right. If anything, he’s just Mr. Right Now…
    Returning his thoughts to the task at hand, Ethan moved steadily lower, planting a trail of kisses along Jean-Luc’s spine until his mouth hovered over the divide between his partner’s butt cheeks. Without hesitating, he continued on his downward path, licking and lapping at that dark crease and finishing by running his tongue over Jean-Luc’s arsehole. The Frenchman smelled clean and fragrant there, as though he’d recently showered.
    Jean-Luc grunted something into the pile of pillows on which his head rested. Ethan took that as permission to carry on licking his arse, before running a questing finger over the little dimple.
    Jean-Luc lifted his head to murmur, “Please, I need you to fuck me.” The words sounded as though they’d been wrenched from a place deep inside him.
    Ethan rose to a kneeling position.
    “What about protection?”
    Jean-Luc stared back at him over his shoulder. He looked baffled at first then appeared to realize what Ethan meant. “I don’t have any condoms, I’m afraid. I haven’t needed them for quite some time now.”
    “Well, it’s a good job one of us is prepared.” Ethan hopped off the bed then picked up his discarded jeans. He reached into his back pocket to dig out his wallet. Boyd had been ready and willing for sex no matter the time or place, reveling in tempting Ethan to get down and dirty in locations where they ran the risk of being caught. As a result, Ethan had grown used to carrying condoms around at all times, aware he might need them at a moment’s notice.
    “If you need lubrifiant —what do you call it, lubrication?—it’s in the top drawer of the nightstand.”
    Of course they needed lube. Ethan didn’t just want them to be hot with desire for each other. They had to be slick and ready, too.
    When he checked the drawer Jean-Luc had indicated, he found a whole armory of sex toys. Judging by the ropes and handcuffs that nestled alongside the vibrators and butt-plugs, this guy had a kinky side. All of Ethan’s lovers had been pretty much vanilla in their tastes—Boyd’s penchant for sex in public notwithstanding—but that didn’t mean he wasn’t willing to experiment with the right guy. For now, though, the only thing he needed was the tub of thick lube designed for anal play, which lurked within easy reach.
    “And now we have lift-off.” Ethan grinned as he showed his plunder to Jean-Luc. He unscrewed the lid to discover the pot was half-empty. Had Jean-Luc been using those big, cock-shaped dildos on himself? The image that thought conjured in his mind had Ethan growing even harder than before.
    He fitted the condom then scooped out some of the lube, applying it generously to Jean-Luc’s hole. “Does that feel good?” he asked in response to Jean-Luc’s earthy groan. “D’you like it when I play with your arse?”
    His lover murmured something Ethan didn’t understand but the tone of his response made it clear he liked what was being done to him.
    He withdrew his fingers from the tight clasp of Jean-Luc’s rear passage then replaced them with the head of his condom-covered cock. “If it gets too much for you, tell me and I’ll pull back.”
    “Your concern is truly touching,” Jean-Luc replied, “but I just need to be fucked, hard and deep.”
    Ethan kissed the side of Jean-Luc’s neck then whispered into his ear, “Anything you say.”
    With one firm shove he breached Jean-Luc’s muscular ring. Another push took him even deeper. The Frenchman growled, and Ethan, afraid of causing his lover discomfort, paused in his movements.
    “ Merde , don’t stop,” Jean-Luc begged him.
    Eager