Chapter Eight
Still annoyed. Still frustrated.
Paul had left his uncle on his own and had attempted to tame his irritation with physical labor. It had been a stupid idea, because it had also been years since his summer construction stints. Working out at the gym or playing a few games of handball every week simply hadn’t prepared him for the Greek sun.
And the only things he’d gained from taking out his frustration on whitewashing the rooftop terrace in the midday heat were aches and pains.
He rolled his shoulders, wanting a shower and some muscle relief almost as much as he wanted to make his uncle understand he was making a mistake. The man belonged here. They belonged here. This spot of heaven on earth was theirs. No one should make life-altering decisions so soon after losing the love of his life. And Thea Vaso had been Kosta’s one and only.
He opened the door to the suite and walked into the welcomed cool. “Justin?”
No reply. The sound of running water in the bathroom told him exactly where he’d find his man, and he immediately thought of a different way to expend his energy. He pulled off the sweat-dampened T-shirt and continued toward the shower, growing hard with the decision on the new way to release some steam.
Stepping into the large floor-to-ceiling tiled room, he was immediately rewarded. His body reacted with pleasure at the scene before him.
On the other side of the glass divider, a naked Justin stood beneath a steady stream of water. Eyes closed, head back, suds down the center of his back to the curve of his ass, he looked like a damn Greek statue on display for his pleasure.
“You’re just what I need,” Paul said. He kicked off his shoes, shucked his jeans, then rounded the glass partition. “Want company?”
“Always,” Justin replied, attempting to turn and look at him. “I need to speak to you.”
Paul placed his hands on Justin and kept him standing exactly as he wanted him. Fitting his erection along his tight, soap-sleek, and perfectly toned ass, he wrapped an arm around Justin’s torso and skimmed a work-roughened palm down sculpted abs.
Either he wanted to talk about the office setup or his rendezvous with the beautiful Bethany. The talk could wait. He couldn’t.
“I need you. Okay?”
Fuck did he need.
“Yeah,” Justin groaned, guiding Paul’s hand south. “More than okay.”
“It’s been a rough day. You can make it better,” Paul admitted.
“I’ll make it better,” Justin replied. “You want it strong and quick, love? Or slow and long?”
Paul didn’t reply. Justin would read his desire.
He wrapped his fingers around Justin’s shaft, and he went fully erect with only a few strokes. Rounding his thumb over the smooth head, he moved down the thick length and tightened his grasp and pumped.
He brought his mouth to Justin’s shoulder and bit as he ground himself along his ass, thrusting his hips in tandem to jacking off his lover. He set a punishing rhythm, feeling his climax build and his knees grow week. But when he felt Justin’s balls draw up, he dropped his hand and pinned him up against the cold tile with his groin.
“Don’t come,” he commanded, moving his hips faster, and watching his cock slide up and down the sleek valley Justin’s cheeks created. “Gyrna.”
The Greek word for ‘turn’ had become part of their sexual vocabulary. Somehow more guttural and wanton in a groan than the word turn, it seemed fitting.
“Give me room,” Justin said.
Paul pressed him harder. “You make it happen.”
Justin didn’t hesitate. He turned and ground himself against Paul. Cock slid against cock, and Justin crushed his mouth to Paul’s lips and took what Paul offered.
Control shifted, and Justin applied insistent pressure on Paul’s shoulders until he succumbed and lowered to his knees as Justin required.
Trailing kisses along Justin’s chest, past his sculpted abdomen, Paul sent up silent gratitude for Justin understanding his need. Knowing him so well. He was tired, overwhelmed, and needed to be in the passenger seat.
Justin had taken the wheel.
Fingers tangled in his hair, as Justin encouraged him to keep kissing and go lower. Paul did, and once at eye level with a glorious erection and the most perfect pair of balls he ever knew, he was in heaven. Like his cock, Justin’s balls were large and heavy, and he leaned to the side and licked first one, then the other, until Justin pulled on his hair and thrust against his face.
He was so amazingly handsome.
Closing his hand around Justin’s base, Paul leaned close, licking and sucking, while working his hand up and down. Justin’s hips bucked and he tugged harder on his hair, directed his mouth where he wanted it, and pushed past his lips.
“Open wide and take me all,” Justin said, cupping the back of Paul’s head and holding him steady as he drove into him, swept over his tongue, and nudged at the back of his throat.
It was Justin’s turn to set a brutal rhythm, and he did, allowing no mercy as he filled him.
“I told you I like you best on your knees, and I do.”
Paul placed his hands behind Justin’s thighs, relishing each thrust. He nodded, relaxing his throat to take him deeper, enjoying the way Justin used his mouth for his pleasure. Unrelenting, rough, hard, and quick, he didn’t allow opportunity to think or react. Justin claimed him. Marked him. And all Paul could do was accommodate the man.
Justin pumped faster and groaned as his climax neared. He tugged on Paul’s hair, and ordered him to stop sucking and stay open as he released himself, shooting warm and steady streams of oblivion and ecstasy down his throat.
When he was done, and Paul had swallowed every drop, Justin sat on the tile beside him and wrapped him in a comforting embrace. Holding him securely against his chest, he pressed his lips to the side of Paul’s head. “I love you.”
“I love you more,” Paul replied. “Thank you.”
“I’m also proud of you,” Justin said. “You’re handling everything so well and doing wonderfully. It’ll all work out for the best.”
Feeling Justin’s arms around him and hearing his reassurance was the best anti-anxiety medicine Paul could ask for. He nodded, and turned his face up for a kiss.
“Not here,” Justin said, his voice commanding and unyielding. “The lube is by the bed. Place some on your finger and apply it where you know you’ll need it. Then squirt some in your palm and warm it there. Position yourself on the bed, on your knees, shoulders flat on the mattress, ass high in the air. Stay like that and wait for me.”
Yeah, Justin knew what he needed, and he gave it to him. Making love to him for almost an hour, getting beneath him, taking him in his hand, his mouth, and bringing him to the edge and then pulling back, he cleared Paul’s mind of everything except what he made him feel.
But Justin kept him suspended in desire, and didn’t let him come down.
Paul throbbed with need. He pleaded for release, but instead of allowing him to come, Justin teased him more by lubing up his finger and preparing him to take him.
“Come on, Justin. I’m so fucking ready.”
“Do something better with that mouth than talk,” Justin growled and returned to stand at the side of the bed.
His knees ached, his back hurt, but he kept his rear up and available. With fingers stretching him and mouth occupied, the yearning within Paul grew and need kept him hovering in a heated haze of passion. Justin moved, disturbing the status quo, and Paul groaned in agony. He lifted to Justin’s fingers, but they were gone.
“I’m here, Paul,” Justin said. “I’m going to give you what you need now.”
Justin spread Paul’s knees farther apart. Paul felt more lube drip on to his skin, and then Justin entered him in one smooth thrust.
“That’s it, Paul. Just feel. Let it all go and feel.”
Justin curved over Paul’s back and finally wrapped his strong fingers around Paul’s need. Slow and steady, with patience and tenderness, Justin took them over the edge together, and with the volatile climax raking his body, Paul experienced the euphoric liberation he needed from the day’s stress. He fell to the mattress, entangled in Justin’s embrace, and let the welcomed relief lull him to a peaceful bliss.
“Sleep, love,” Justin said.
“No. Give me a minute to catch my breath, then we’ll talk.”
“It can wait,” Justin said, spooning Paul and pulling him tight against his chest.
From the pressure of his touch and the tone in his voice, Paul knew the talk had nothing to do with the office setup.
“Tell me what happened with Bethany.”
“We worked it out,” Justin said, smoothing his hand over Paul’s hair and breathing against his ear. “We agreed to be friends, and will be such forever.”
“That’s great. I’m looking forward to getting to know her once this bullshit is all behind us.” Paul hugged Justin’s hand against his chest.
“Paul, she’s in our life for good.”
“I know, babe. I expected as much. I know how much she means to you, so I’m happy you made up. You’ll make special memories together this week.”
“Yes. We will,” Justin said, landing a tender kiss on Paul’s neck. “Now go to sleep, love. We’re picking her up for dinner in two hours.”