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“Yes, darling, tell me how you like it,” Phillip murmured, kissing the side of Jonathan’s neck. “Would you like me to suck them, bite them? Is that what you like?”

“Oh God, Phillip,” Jonathan moaned, his hips jerking at the thought of Phillip’s hot, wet mouth working his nipples.

Without another word Phillip’s head swooped down and he bit gently on one of Jonathan’s nipples then laved the stinging nub with his tongue. Jonathan couldn’t suppress the rumble of his groan. Phillip chuckled against his skin at the sound, and that too had its own erotic thrill. Phillip moved over and bit and licked his other nipple, and Jonathan’s hands came up to clutch at his beautiful burnished hair, the ends curling around his fingers. He began to run his fingers through Phillip’s hair, something he had always wanted to do. God, he was so beautiful, so desirable, and he was Jonathan’s. His hair was so soft, his tongue rasping, his teeth nibbling, and Jonathan felt as if every nerve was alive and fevered with desire.

When Phillip ran the finger of one hand under the edge of his breeches and lightly brushed the other hand over his cock at the same time he bit down on his nipple, Jonathan cried out.

Phillip straightened and spoke into Jonathan’s ear again. “Do you like that? Tell me, Jonathan, tell me what you like.”

“Yes,” Jonathan rasped, his voice low and rumbling and rough with desire. “Yes, I like that.”

“Do you know what I like, Jonathan?” Phillip asked silkily, moving his hands from Jonathan’s cock, making him shudder and plead, “No,” in a strangled voice.

Phillip ran his hands up Jonathan’s arms and unclenched Jonathan’s fingers from his hair. He placed Jonathan’s hands up high against the wall, and Jonathan understood he was to keep them there. Phillip ran his hands back down his arms, and Jonathan shivered. Phillip stopped to caress his biceps then ran one finger along each of his shoulders and down across his chest and nipples. Jonathan was panting with desire. Phillip began to run his tongue along Jonathan’s shoulder and then to kiss up his arm to the bulging muscle that seemed to fascinate him. He bit delicately into the muscle as if to test its strength, and Jonathan moaned.

“Ask me,” Phillip demanded. “Ask me what I like.”

“What,” Jonathan stumbled as Phillip licked at his skin again, “what do you like?” He sounded as if he had run all the way from Edinburgh. He knew he should be embarrassed, but God he was enjoying every moment of Phillip’s torture. How he had longed to be on the receiving end of it all the times he had seen Phillip fuck a woman.

“I like your body.” Phillip pressed his nose against Jonathan’s arm and ran it down until he breathed deeply of the scent in Jonathan’s armpit. “I like the way you smell, especially now, musky from fucking all night and ready to fuck again. I love how muscular you are, how dark and sinful you look.” He paused and pulled away to look down. Slowly his hands came back down to rest against Jonathan’s stomach.

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Jonathan followed his look, watched his own stomach muscles contract at the sensual touch. He stopped breathing as he watched Phillip’s hand smooth down until it covered his cock. “But I love this best—your magnificent cock. For so many years I’ve watched it grow to impossible lengths, and so quickly. God, you’re so quick to arouse, you walk around half-hard all the time. It’s been a constant torture for me, Jonathan. When you would strip and I’d watch you fuck it into a woman, I’d nearly spill my seed at the sight. When you brought yourself with your hand in my study not long ago, did you know I was doing the same under the desk? The sight of you masturbating made me come so hard, when I cried out your name pretending to beMaggie, it was really me, Jonathan.
I
came with your name on my lips.”

“Phillip,” Jonathan moaned, his head twisting against the wall as Phillip began to rub his cock through the thin cloth separating them.

Phillip leaned back in but didn’t remove his hand from Jonathan’s cock. The resulting pressure made Jonathan groan and thrust into him. Phillip took his mouth tenderly, the thrust of his tongue matching the glide of his hand. Jonathan’s hands fisted where they still rested against the wall. He could stand it no longer and lowered his arms, once again ramming his hands into Phillip’s hair. Phillip broke the kiss.

Phillip was breathing heavily, as heavily as Jonathan. “Do you know what I’d really like, Jonathan?” he whispered against his lips. “What I’ve imagined doing countless times? I want to suck it, Jonathan. I want to take the whole great length of that beautiful cock into my mouth and I want to suck it hard, and lick your balls and swallow you, every drop that I wring from it. That’s what I’m going to do, Jonathan.”

A sob tore from Jonathan’s mouth as he felt Phillip restlessly tear open the buttons on his breeches.

Phillip stepped back and pushed the now open garment down over Jonathan’s hips, exposing Jonathan’s long, thick cock, nearly purple with arousal. “Every time I watched a woman go down and suck this, I was insanely jealous. My mouth watered just imagining it. Now it’s mine, Jonathan.”

Jonathan had been looking down at his own cock, but at Phillip’s words his head fell back against the wall with an audible thunk . Phillip glanced up in surprise. “Are you all right?” he asked.

“I will be if you mean what you say,” he said weakly.

Philliplaughed, the sound more seductive than humorous. “Oh I mean it.” He lowered himself to his knees in front of Jonathan, and Jonathan could hardly stand. His knees went weak with desire at the sight of Phillip getting ready to suck his cock.

“Phillip,” he said, and waited for Phillip to look up. “I like this. As luck would have it, this is one of my favorite fantasies too.”

Phillip laughed with humor this time. “You see, darling, we’re perfect for each other.” He pulled Jonathan’s breeches down until stopped by his boots. “That’s far enough for what I want,” he said, his voice getting lower, throbbing with desire. Suddenly he looked up at Jonathan. “We’ve both fantasized about this, Jonathan. But you need to know I want to fuck you too. That is my ultimate fantasy. Is that what you want?”

Jonathan had to close his eyes at the thrill of lust that shot through him. He felt his anus contract with desire.“Yes, God yes, Phillip. My ultimate fantasy is to be fucked by you while I fuck Maggie.”

“Yes, yes, Jonathan, tonight, with Maggie. I’ll fuck you tonight. The first time, Maggie has to be with us, she has to be part of it. She made this happen.”

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Jonathan made himself open his eyes, made himself stop and think for a moment. It was hard, desire was clouding his brain. “Yes. Should we stop here, Phillip? Do you want to wait?” It would nearly kill him, but he’d stop if that was what Phillip wanted.

“No,” Phillip rasped, wrapping his hand around Jonathan’s cock. He leaned in and kissed Jonathan’s hard stomach, and all Jonathan’s muscles contracted, his cock jumping in Phillip’s grip. “No, this is for me. I’m a selfish bastard, and this is for me.”

Jonathan buried a hand in Phillip’s hair. He couldn’t touch it enough. It had been one of the hardest things forbidden him all these years, that hair. Finally he had the right to run his fingers through it, to clench his fist in it. Tonight, he would rub his cock in it.

It was just after that thought that Phillip leaned in and licked the tip of Jonathan’s cock, his tongue sliding over the leaking slit there. Jonathan shuddered deeply, his hips thrusting at Phillip, but Phillip pulled back.

“No, Jonathan. My fantasy—I get to suck it my way.”

Jonathan groaned, dreading the sensual torture he knew Phillip was capable of as much as he desired it.

He wanted Phillip to devour him. To lick him from balls to tip over and over, to suck those balls into his hot mouth and roll them with his tongue.

Phillip obliged him. He began with a series of long slow licks up and down the sides of his cock, always coming back to catch the leaking pre-cum from Jonathan’s slit, as if it were a special sweet. Phillip’s rumbles of pleasure vibrated along Jonathan’s stiff cock, and he felt his balls tighten. Not yet, he pleaded with himself, not yet—let me enjoy Phillip’s hot mouth and rough tongue a while longer.

“My balls, Phillip, please,” Jonathan begged, wanting him to suck them before they were too tight for the pleasure.

Phillip had Jonathan’s cock resting in the palm of one hand as he licked along the top. At Jonathan’s plea he grasped it in his fist and raised it out of the way. He slouched down on his haunches and Jonathan watched his head disappear between his legs. Jonathan spread his legs as far as they would go trapped in the binding of his trousers. Then he gasped and cried out as he felt Phillip suck one then both balls, his entire sac, gently into his mouth and suckle them, rolling them with his tongue.

“God, Phillip,” he sobbed out, “yes, darling, yes, roll them just like that.” He clutched at Phillip’s hair with one hand while the other flew to the side to slam into the wall, searching for something to hold on to in the maelstrom of excitement and physical arousal that assaulted him. Phillip kept his balls in his mouth, working them with his tongue for a short time. By the time he released them, licking them lovingly as he pulled away, Jonathan was nearly incoherent in his need.

“God, I knew you loved that. I’ve watched women do it to you, and it’s the one thing that drives you mad. Now I know when I do it, you go even more insane. I’m going to do it often.” Jonathan moaned in pleasure, beyond words. Phillip chuckled, his voice shaky with his own needs. “Now I’m going to suck your cock, Jonathan, suck it deep.”

Jonathan had no time to prepare before Phillip slid his lips over the bulging head of his erection and applied a deep, hard suction, pulling his mouth down steadily to the root of Jonathan’s cock. Jonathan cried out yet again and his hips jerked, pushing his cock even deeper into Phillip’s throat. Phillip gagged slightly and pulled back instinctively.

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“Oh God, darling, I’m sorry,” Jonathan gasped, “I’m sorry. Too big, I know…too big for that.” His words were slightly disjointed as he panted with repressed pleasure.

Phillip chuckled as he pulled his mouth down and off Jonathan’s cock. The pleasure was so intense Jonathan was seeing stars in front of his eyes.

“That’s all right,” Phillip told him, pausing to tongue his leaking slit yet again, “you can fuck my mouth.”

Jonathan took him at his word. As soon as Phillip wrapped his lips around Jonathan’s cock again, Jonathan’s hips began a series of jerking thrusts. He couldn’t control it, couldn’t stop, even though he tried. Phillip’s hand came up and soothingly ran up and down Jonathan’s hip, taming him, gentling him.

He began to think through the pleasure, to remember how he had done this countless times before and how he had made it pleasurable not just for himself but for the women who serviced him. He remembered how Maggie liked it done and he did the same for Phillip. His strokes became smooth, and he made sure not to press too deep in Phillip’s mouth. He was rewarded by a moan of pleasure from Phillip, by the increasing pressure of his hand against his hip, and his mouth around his cock.

Suddenly Phillip took him deep, thrusting his head forward, his mouth down almost to the root of his penis, and Jonathan felt his tip touch the back of his throat as Phillip swallowed around him. It was too much, too intense, too much pleasure. It was Phillip, and that thought alone pushed Jonathan over. He felt his seed bursting up through the hard length of him and tried to pull back but Phillip wouldn’t let him.

Jonathan gripped the sides of Phillip’s head tensely, his hands fisting in his hair. He meant to force Phillip’s head back but found himself pulling him forward instead, giving in to his silent demand, giving him what he wanted. He exploded into the heat of Phillip’s mouth, crying out, doubling over, and struggled to keep his eyes open through his orgasm so he could watch Phillip devour him, swallowing over and over, taking what he was giving him with obvious pleasure.

The climax was so intense it was almost painful and Jonathan didn’t think he was going to live through it.

When it was over he collapsed like a rag doll, falling to his knees. Only Phillip’s hands on his shoulders kept him upright. Phillip gently pulled him forward so his head rested on Phillip’s chest, and his lover slowly stroked his back and hair, waiting for him to catch his breath.

When he was sure he was going to live, Jonathan tentatively wrapped his arms around Phillip and raised his head to rub his face against Phillip’s neck. He felt so god damned good, better than almost anything Jonathan had ever experienced except the warmth of Maggie’s embrace. His arms tightened, and he reveled in the answering response in Phillip’s embrace. He kissed the side of Phillip’s neck and ran his lips up to the edge of Phillip’s ear.

“Thank you,” he whispered, and Phillip’s chuckle rumbled against his chest.

“You’re welcome,” Phillip whispered back, leaning down to kiss his shoulder, “although I feel as if I should be thanking you. It was everything I dreamed and more.” Phillip’s hand ran up from his back and buried itself in his hair. “Driving you over the edge like that, knowing that you were mad for me, for what I was doing, I’ve never felt anything like that, Jonathan, not even with Maggie.”

Jonathan pulled his arms back and began to run them down Phillip’s sides, around to his stomach. He was reaching for the front of Phillip’s trousers when Phillip grabbed his hands.

“Let me…” Jonathan murmured, lightly pulling against Phillip’s hold.

Phillip laughed with genuine amusement. “You already did,” he told Jonathan dryly.

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Jonathan pulled back in surprise, looking directly at Phillip. Phillip glanced down at his lap and Jonathan’s eyes followed. He could clearly see a damp spot spreading across the front of his trousers.