Free Taming the Lion by Elizabeth Coldwell Page B

away for future reference.”
    So maybe this isn’t going to be a one-off…
    By now, Kaspar had his T-shirt off, giving Jon a view of his well-toned, almost hairless chest. Jon found his mouth watering at the thought of licking Kaspar’s hard little nipples. He stood up so he could pull down his cords. With his shirttails hanging down and his erection threatening to escape from the opening of his boxers, he must have looked a little ridiculous, but his companion didn’t seem to mind.
    Kaspar removed his own jeans, raising his hips so he could wriggle them down and off. Beneath them, he wore white trunk-style underwear that hugged the curving length of his dick. He sat for a moment, stroking himself through the thin jersey material. Jon thought he’d never seen anyone look so blatantly sexual. This man had an aura like none he’d ever encountered—primal and untamed—and Jon couldn’t help but respond to it on an instinctive level.
    He all but pushed Kaspar back against the sofa cushions and clambered on top of him. Now he kissed the Dutchman with all the passion he had, as if all the frustrations of the long, lonely months since he’d split up with Simon were pouring out of him. He ran his hands over Kaspar’s torso, circling his tight nipples with the pads of his thumbs.
    Kaspar yanked at his shirt, pulling it apart and sending a couple of the buttons flying in the process. Once he’d bared Jon’s chest, he covered it with kisses, moving gradually lower until his mouth hovered just above the waistband of Jon’s boxers. The hot bulge of his cock had somehow slipped into the groove between Jon’s arse cheeks as though it belonged there.
    “Can you excuse me for a moment?” The nagging voice at the back of Jon’s head couldn’t be ignored any longer. He climbed off Kaspar’s lap and dashed into the ground-floor bathroom. Lube he had in abundance—it made his hand glide more smoothly over his cock when he masturbated. Though he hadn’t been doing too much of that recently. But were there any condoms? He and Kaspar could do plenty of things that didn’t involve penetration, he knew, but tonight he needed to go all the way.
    To his relief, he found a half-empty packet in the cabinet over the sink. He tore a couple off the strip then took them and the lube back to where Kaspar waited for him.
    “Sorry about that. I just didn’t want to go any farther without—” Jon gestured to the things he’d brought with him.
    “Of course.” Kaspar stood up and peeled down his underwear.
    Jon felt his balls tighten at the sight of such a magnificent dick. Circumcised, unlike his own, and with a slight bend to the left. He wanted to hold it, to taste it, to have it buried deep within him.
    It seemed Kaspar had other ideas. “Fuck me, Jon,” he begged.
    No sane man could have turned down that request. Jon took off his boxers, aware of Kaspar’s keen scrutiny as he bared himself completely. The look in those odd, golden-hued eyes was one of evident satisfaction, as though Kaspar had assessed him and judged him to be up to the task at hand.
    Jon tossed Kaspar the bottle of lube. “Get yourself nice and slippery for me,” he said. He’d always enjoyed the sight of a man playing with his own arse and the thought of what Kaspar was about to do sent fierce pulses of pleasure to the root of his cock.
    Kaspar coated a finger with lube then lay down on the sofa. He raised his knees to his chest, giving Jon a beautiful view of his firm buttocks and the crease between them.
    At first, Kaspar just brushed his fingertip over his anal entrance. Then he pushed it inside. His little indrawn breath as he thrust the digit deeper almost had Jon coming where he stood.
    “That’s it,” Jon murmured. “God, Kaspar, you look so hot, so wonderfully filthy. Keep going. Show me how much you like to play with your arse…”
    He couldn’t remember when he’d last urged on a lover with such dirty talk, but Kaspar seemed to be enjoying