Romancing the Rough Diamond by Clare London

Author:Clare London [London, Clare]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2019-05-19T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

THEY embraced, kissing, until Matt’s mouth slid from Joel’s and nestled in the juncture of Joel’s neck and shoulder. God. Would he bite? Joel’s breath hitched, and he ran his hands down Matt’s forearms, ready to grip his wrists if he needed to give guidance or warning. At the same time, his head went back instinctively, baring his throat.

But Matt showed a restraint Joel wasn’t sure he had himself. Matt’s nip grazed the sinews, but he didn’t pounce or hurt. His tongue laved at Joel’s flesh until Joel whimpered. He let go of Matt and stretched out on the bed, hands fisting into the sheets. Matt slid slowly down Joel’s body, his teeth scraping over Joel’s nipple, his tongue lapping the light hairs gathered down between strong pecs, his whole face nuzzling the taut belly, his nose nudging into Joel’s navel. Joel reached a hand to Matt’s head, but Matt shook him off.

“Keep those hands up there.”

For a second, Joel tensed. Was this going to be another power struggle? The idea both irritated and aroused him. Then Matt’s breath teased the sensitive skin on the underside of Joel’s belly, and the tension slipped into nerves. Joel was ticklish, really ticklish, and especially down there.

Don’t laugh! Joel begged himself.

Matt must have felt Joel’s stomach clench, because he chuckled. “Hush,” he murmured against Joel’s thigh, his lips moving even lower. He slid his fingers under Joel’s balls, stroking the softer skin, weighing them in his palm.

“Touch me,” Joel forced out through gritted teeth. “More!”

“Patience.” Matt’s voice had a low, caressing tone Joel had never heard before.

“No! Not now, not like this. I can’t—”

Matt’s hand tightened on Joel’s thigh, pausing Joel’s protest. “You’re not calling the shots. You’re not my boss here, today.”

“I know that, I just need….” Joel’s voice fractured into a long, low moan as Matt shifted back up the bed, reaching for another kiss. Joel grabbed tightly, afraid in some strange, inexplicable way that Matt would escape him. Every movement, every sensation, had the pure jolt of pleasure as from a dream, but was so much more vivid, more sensual, more sharply vibrant. Matt’s smell was in his nose, his muscles tense under Joel’s hands, his moans muffled against Joel’s neck, as they kissed and caressed each other.

The sex started almost lazily. Matt folded his broad hand possessively around their cocks, holding them together, letting sweat and precome ease the way as he stroked up and down.

“Better?” he murmured.

“Oh God. Yes.” Joel gasped. The stroking got a little faster and became more of a pump. He arched against Matt, trying to anchor himself to thrust harder into Matt’s fist.

“Oh Jesus.” Matt’s voice was ragged. The words became mere sounds. “Oh, Joel.”

Joel had never heard Matt say his name in just that way. It was a moan, it was a plea. It held both desire and a gentle fondness.

“Uhn.” Joel struggled to form a coherent sentence. He jerked on the bed, matching thrust for thrust with Matt, his thighs sliding

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