Chapter 6
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Chapter 6
If ever there was a perfect man with whom to spend the end of the world, Lyncoln Ryland was that man.
Adam had always wanted a lover like him—sweet and kind and guaranteed to keep them both alive. Well, except for forgetting to get coffee, but then Adam had also forgotten.
And now they were actually going to become lovers.
Lyncoln carefully removed each article of Adam’s clothing, smoothing his palms over the flesh revealed, causing Adam to shiver.
“You’re so beautiful,” Lyncoln murmured as he ran his gaze over Adam’s nude body. He lowered his head and dragged his tongue over Adam’s left n****e, then closed his teeth gently around it, and Adam’s d**k twitched and oozed a drop of precome. Lyncoln dropped to his knees and licked the tip of Adam’s hard d**k. “Oh, yes, beautiful and delicious.”
Adam’s legs trembled. “May I return the favor?”
“Sure.” A broad smile curled Lyncoln’s lips, and he rose gracefully to his feet, took a step back, and held out his arms. “I’m all yours.”
“Are you truly?” Adam hadn’t planned to ask, hadn’t wanted to appear needy, but he realized he had to know. He’d waited so long for someone like Lyncoln to come into his life. He didn’t have to work the buttons, since Lyncoln had simply been wearing his undershirt in order to stay comfortable. Adam slid his hands under the hem and raised the undershirt, running the flat of his palms over the smooth skin of his lover’s sides.
Lyncoln jerked back a step, and Adam whipped his hands away, uncertain as to what he had done. “I’m sorry—”
Lyncoln smiled at him through his lashes. “Nothing to be sorry for. You couldn’t know I’m ticklish.” Abruptly, Lyncoln lost his beautiful smile and backed away another step. “You’re not going to tickle me now, are you?”
“Not if that isn’t what you want.”
“Thank you.”
“Did you have a boyfriend who tormented you by doing that?” Adam scowled. “That used to be a form of torture, you know.”
“I didn’t know. You might as well know right now, I’m not very smart.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“I never went to college.”
“I didn’t mean that. You’ve got street smarts, you run your department like a champ, and you knew all about getting supplies for us to survive. Just remember that. You—you know what? That isn’t important.” Adam yanked Lyncoln’s undershirt off over his head and flung it aside, then went to work on the fly of his jeans. He swallowed at the large d**k that was revealed as he pushed jeans and shorts down his lover’s legs. Unfortunately, they caught on his work boots. “s**t,” he muttered.
“Mr. James! Your language,” Lyncoln teased, and Adam loved the happy expression on his face.
“Never mind my language. Sit down on the bunk so I can get rid of your boots.”
Lyncoln obligingly lowered himself onto the bunk, but they leaned forward at the same time and bumped their heads.
“Ow.” Adam sat back on his heels and rubbed his forehead.
“Ow.” Lyncoln leaned back and did the same. “Sorry.”
“Sorry,” Adam said at the same time, but he was distracted by the d**k in front of him. He licked his lips, then dived in for a taste and hummed with pleasure.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Lyncoln ordered. He unlaced his boots and struggled to yank them off, and once that was done, Adam took the opportunity to strip the rest of his lover’s clothes off his long legs. “Now let’s get the bed ready. I can’t wait to slide into you and feel you all hot and tight around me.”
Adam couldn’t prevent a low moan from escaping his lips, and another drop of precome beaded at the tip of his d**k. He stared at Lyncoln, unable to do or say anything more.
Lyncoln stroked a hand over his hair. “It’s okay, Adam. I’ll take care of it.”
“No, I can do it. I’m not useless, you know.” Adam turned away, and shoved aside the booty from their latest supply run, then pulled the mattresses into the center of the room and arranged the sleeping bags on them.
“No, you’re definitely not useless. Who remembered the condoms and lube?”
Relieved, he winked at Lyncoln over his shoulder, snapped open the tube, and began working the slick stuff into his ass. This was something that always drove his previous lovers wild, and that was what he wanted for Lyncoln, to drive him so insane with passion that he would pounce on him. Lyncoln’s own low moan and the sound of the condom wrapper being torn open made him smile.
“Pass me the lube, Adam.”
Adam liked that Lyncoln didn’t call him any pet names—even though he and Morrison hadn’t been dating that long, Morrison tended to call him “hot stuff” or “sugar lips,” as if he couldn’t be bothered with remembering Adam’s name. Knowing Lyncoln knew he was taking Adam and not some anonymous body to bed had Adam breathless and aching with desire. He handed the tube to his lover, then smeared the last of the lube on his fingers onto his d**k. “How do you want me?”
“Will you be comfortable on your back? I want to look into your eyes when we make love.”
When they make love. Adam had had some nice men in his bed, and they’d enjoyed the time they’d spent together, but he’d never thought he’d find a lover like Lyncoln, who wanted more from him than a quick f**k with the rich boy.
He rolled onto his back and pulled his legs toward his chest, leaving himself exposed to his lover.
“You’re beautiful,” Lyncoln breathed. He positioned his c**k at Adam’s hole and began a slow, careful push.
It had been a while since Adam had been…made love to, and it burned, but Lyncoln took care not to rush him, treating him as if he were something special.
And if Adam hadn’t been in love with Lyncoln before this point, now he certainly was.
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