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Aiden's body grew tight, his cock lengthening at her plea. He was surprised at his ability to form words. "I thought you might be cold, because your nipples are very hard. Why don't I warm them up for you?"

Pursing his lips, he blew on one of the rigid buds. He smiled as Naymeen gasped, then he caught her torso and held her so he could suckle her luscious breast. He toyed with her nipple, first flicking his tongue rapidly over the hard tip then lapping at it. Her other breast beckoned to him, crying out for attention, and he was eager to comply. Cradling both in his large hands, he pushed them together and teased her, moving from one tight peak to the other with his avid mouth. Tongue, lips, sucking, licking, he knew he must be sending her higher and higher.

"Aiden, Aiden," she murmured.

Stepping back, he surveyed the picture before him. Blindfolded, his gorgeous captive stood pinned to the St. Andrew's cross, her delectable breasts glistening. His cock thrust forward, seeking the lush spot between her legs.

"Would you like more?"

"Anything," she cried.

With a tweak of thumbs and forefingers, Aiden pinched both nipples. Double the pleasure, for him and for her. He stopped just short of causing pain, but pulled enough to make her wish he would.

"I forgot to tether your legs," he said, as if he'd only just remembered. Another spurt of cream as her body quivered in anticipation. "Oh, now you like that idea."

Starting under her arms, he ran his hands down her body. But only to her waist. He stopped to pay homage to her firm belly, nibbling the skin, teasing her navel. He dropped to his knee then set the backs of his hands to her inner thighs, pausing first to lick away the rich stream of arousal before skimming them down to her ankles.

"You have to spread your legs so I can put them in the bottom restraints."

His cock felt like an iron bar as she slowly moved her legs apart, exposing her succulent cunt to his gaze. A sharp snick, followed by another as he locked the bands, and her body was completely revealed to him.

A little drop of her nectar slipped to the floor. Before another could follow, Aiden leaned forward to lick her clean. Spreading her labia with his thumbs, he watched the creamy essence ooze from her tiny portal.

Evidence of her arousal.

Eagerly, he slid his tongue into her, lapping her juices, savouring their spice. Pushing past her entry, he pressed into her slick channel, her taste flowing through his body, making him harder, telling him to make her come.

Pulling back, Aiden flicked her clit, knowing by her cry, by the tautness of her swollen flesh, she was so close.

A finger, slipping in and out.

A pull of flesh with tongue and teeth.

A keening sob torn from her throat.

He kept up the relentless torment, feeling her body buck against the restraints, letting her shove that juicy centre harder against his mouth, forcing him to swallow her liquid fire as she came.

Not until the last quiver slipped from her, did Aiden pull back. After releasing the ankle bands first, he rose to his feet and undid the wrist shackles, catching her as she slumped forward. He held her tightly to him, rubbing gentle circles on her back, whispering soft words of reassurance. He'd only been seeking her pleasure.

"That was incredible," she whispered.

Her captor smiled in relief.

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Minutes passed before either of them moved. Keane moaned as Rayche withdrew. A moan for the pleasure of the withdrawal, but a moan for the loss of the connection as well.

As Rayche pulled him upright and turned him in his arms, Keane grabbed his head and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. The hard fuck had barely taken the edge off his hunger for this man. He bit at Rayche's lower lip, tugging it into his mouth, running his tongue along it. Then he drew back, gently pulling, slowly releasing it from between his teeth. He slid his tongue into Rayche's mouth, slicking it back and forth over the sensitive palate.

"I don't think I could ever get enough of you," he said moments later.

Rayche laughed as he broke away and disposed of the condom in the small garbage can. "That's good, because I have other plans for you."

Keane looked on as Rayche pulled one of the handles on the wall and waited for the water to turn hot. "Would you like some help there?" he asked playfully, reaching out to stroke his lover's arm.

It was a very naughty grin that Rayche flashed back. "Actually, I'm going to shower and wait for you in the steam room."

"Why don't I stand here and watch?" Keane was more than happy to take the role of observer as Rayche moved under the powerful stream. Turning his back to the wall, he leaned against it, crossed his arms and bent one leg so the foot pressed flat on its glossy tiles. The water slicked back Rayche's dark hair and poured down his golden torso, over his spent cock and down his muscular legs. As Rayche soaped his hands, the steam gathering around him, Keane's cock stirred to life. Despite the uncertainty of their relationship, he still wanted this man with a vengeance. Rayche lathered the foam over his chest and Keane's foot came down and the other took its place. When Rayche took his own cock in hand and caressed it, Keane's hands fell to his sides, clenched into fists.

Maybe I can't just stand and watch, he thought. Maybe I don't want to. Reaching along the wall beside his head, he pulled the lever on the dispenser and let the soap spiral onto his fingers. Rayche's eyes were closed as he palmed his cock, his hands slipping along the now hard length and around the plump head. Keane called to him and, when he opened his eyes, Keane took a more solid stance, grasped his own hard-on and tugged it out and away from his body. Rayche's face reflected the hunger Keane felt.

Rayche spread his legs, his soapy hands taking a path in between to wash his balls. Keane's eyes followed, watching as Rayche massaged the heavy sac with his lathered fingers, using first one hand and then the other to cover it in soapy foam. Making more suds, he gave his back to Keane and slid his fingers down his crease, paying special attention to his arsehole.

Looking over his shoulder, he said, "Want to make sure it's nice and clean in case you want to put your tongue there."

Keane bounced his cock gently against his palm and held it up for Rayche's inspection. "That's not the only thing I'm going to be putting there."

As Rayche rinsed off and moved to grab a towel from a hook on the wall, Keane took his place under the spray and hurriedly soaped his body and let the warm water cleanse it. Rayche held out another towel and he grabbed it.

"I'm going to head into the steam room. Why don't you just take your time getting dried off?" Rayche said, running his fingers down Keane's cheek.

Keane snorted, a rather inelegant sound. "You mean take my time so you can watch me. No problem." He took note of Rayche's gorgeous backside as the man strode across the floor, pulled open the steam room door and disappeared into the mist. That sultry smell hit Keane's nostrils as the door swung shut. Now it made him think of hot sex with Rayche.

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Ellaina began to quiver the moment she heard the roar of the powerful engine. Over the past few weeks, the crowd of noontime regulars at the Starlight Café had gotten used to the sound of the bike as the rider pulled up to the kerb to come in for his daily lunch. Everyone else went about their business, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. As if their world wasn't going to tilt the moment he walked through the wooden screen door. As if their heart wasn't going to speed up and threaten to beat right out of their chest when he strode to the counter. As if that little spurt of cream wasn't going to make them wet and slippery when he opened his mouth to speak.

Too bad that isn't me.

She tried to straighten the cutlery in the baskets, but her hands were shaking too badly. Nell and Jade were busy with the lunchtime rush, so she would have to look after him. She wanted to, but she didn't want to.

How can I serve him and not let him see how he affects me? How can I talk to him and not stammer as I stare into his gorgeous eyes? Why haven't I told Nell I'll take the tables for a change? That would have just made her wonder what was wrong. Nell was the one who loved to charm the customers. Plus lunch hour was when she made money in tips. Jade was busy clearing and resetting the tables, getting ready for the next rush of people. There would be no help from her either.

Ellaina could see him through the plate glass window, all six-foot-plus of him, as he swung his leg over the motorcycle and reached up to remove his helmet. He always turned around and looked at the old clock on the town hall tower across the street, as if to give her a better view of his spectacular ass in those worn jeans.

The act was superfluous. That vision was etched in her brain, but she relished the ritual nonetheless. She held her breath just like every other day, spellbound, as he lifted his arms and took off his helmet, all that thick, dark hair falling around his shoulders, down his back. True to form, he set the helmet on the seat and, pivoting, grabbed the tab of the zipper of his black leather jacket. She felt the telltale wetness between her legs as he tugged it down, revealing his chest bit by bit. For God's sake, it was only a white T-shirt underneath, but he might as well have been naked for the effect it had on her. It hugged his torso and made her want to kneel before him and lick around his navel. But only after she'd had a chance to yank the shirt out of those jeans and bite his belly.

Looking down, she pretended to wipe the counter, waiting for the bells to ring the moment he pushed open the screen door. She knew what Pavlov's dogs must have felt like, for the instant she heard that little carillon, she grew liquid between her legs and was already on the verge of coming. And he hadn't even spoken to her yet.

"Hello, Ellaina," he said in that rough voice that made her want to shove everything off the counter so he could take her right then and there.

But she didn't.