Free Lustful Gaze (London Loves #6) by Julie Farrell Page A

relishing the coolness on his cock, as the temperature in the bathroom grew humid – and the sizzles of arousal ricocheted off the tiles.
    “Ready for me, cupcake?” Paul asked.
    Scott looked over his shoulder and they shared a grin. “Always ready for you, muffin.”
    Scott let go of his cock and braced himself for what was about to happen. He pressed both palms against the tiled wall and tilted his pelvis upwards – offering Paul his ass.
    Paul slapped him playfully on the butt, making him giggle and groan, then he grabbed both Scott’s hips and angled his cock towards Scott’s crack.
    He lowered his mouth to his husband’s ear. “Harry’s on his knees for you, darling. Licking your balls and sucking you off. Can you feel his sweet lips wrapping around your big cock?”
    Scott’s eyes scrunched up and he panted. Paul reached around and grabbed Scott’s huge erection, gripping him hard and moving his wrist rapidly – taking his man towards ecstasy. Then he grabbed his own cock and moved it nearer to Scott’s rim. He gently thrust his hips forward and eased the head into Scott’s ass, slowly pushing the tip inside. Even with the lube, Scott was tight, which felt glorious, albeit slightly uncomfortable at first.
    Taking great care to be gentle, Paul rocked his hips and eased himself deeper inside. Scott was tense in front of him now, so he paused for breath, and resumed jerking Scott off – which he’d momentarily ceased, to concentrate on the penetration.
    Scott relaxed his buttocks and exhaled as the masturbating distracted him from the discomfort up his ass.
    “Can I continue?” Paul whispered.
    Scott threw a smile over his shoulder. “Please!”
    With one last thrust, Paul pushed his cock completely inside Scott, making them both groan loudly. Being connected with his man in this way was so tender, yet incredibly arousing. Paul scooped his pelvis under and ground his hips in a steady rhythm, as Scott’s head dropped backwards onto his shoulder. Scott was grinning madly – he was already starting to lose control. Paul wrapped the hand of his non-wanking arm around Scott’s stomach, drawing himself closer and making Scott yelp with joy. The intense pleasure merged with the steamy air and swirled around them. Paul’s mind surged with delight as he pounded harder and harder into Scott’s gorgeous body.
    Paul kissed Scott hungrily on the lips, then he quickened the pace, relishing the intense thrill of sliding his cock in and out of Scott’s perfect body, while continuing to jerk him off in front. 
    Paul opened his mouth to grunt out a sentence. “I love the thought of Harry sucking your cock, while I’m back here, fucking you hard; reminding you of who you belong to.”
    “Ah, me too!”
    “Who do you belong to?”
    “You… Paul!”
    Scott’s body suddenly tensed and he let out a guttural cry of joy before he shot his load all over Paul’s fingers. The sound of Scott climaxing threw Paul over the edge and his own orgasm climaxed, punching lustful elation through his thrusting hips. Paul’s mind melted into the universe as his pleasure exploded, and he instinctively thrust even deeper into Scott. His muscles tensed and his body flooded with absolute joy. He heard himself – faraway – call out to Scott that he loved him; but really, it was as if they were the same person now, flying together in paradise. This was perfection – the powerful sense of possessing his man entirely, filling him up and sending him to another plane of reality, where only joy existed. Fucking Scott up the ass was primal and animal, yet it bound them and bonded them in a very human way.
    Paul opened his eyes and he panted, pulling Scott’s damp body against his. His mind washed with contented love. The steam – and his swirling mind – caused the room to spin for a moment. But he slowly floated back to reality, feeling content and focusing on his beloved, whose head was still resting back on his shoulder. He