A
Dom's Decision
By
Raven
McAllan
Series: Dommissimma, #2
Genre:
Erotica, GLBT, Romance
Blurb
When is a Dom
not a Dom? When it stops him from being with the man he loves…
Athol
Donaldson lost many people in his life, his lover, his family, his twin. The
latter loss seems hardly worth morning over. Affric caused nothing but trouble
when alive, and now, he seems intent on causing trouble from beyond the grave.
It
forces Athol to seek out the one man he's never forgotten.
Eden
Murdoch has no intention of letting Athol slip through his fingers again. He's
lost him once, and as they're forced to pull together to unravel the mystery
surrounding the parentage of a teenage girl, their love for each other
blossoms.
Surely,
being Doms doesn't mean they can't compromise? Will they be able to work out
their differences, and find lasting happiness, or will this blast from the past
prove to be their final undoing?
Athol couldn't believe the rush of adrenalin that
coursed through him. Every nerve end tingled. To know they just might be
getting somewhere was so exhilarating, that one swipe of Edan's tongue anywhere
on his body would make him come. Slight exaggeration, but not much. He swallowed
and cleared his throat.
"Well we could do, but then seeing as I came
up with the idea, do you want to go first?"
"Fuck first—talk later?" Edan smiled.
"Sounds good. So strip. Stretch out on the bed and let's explore
again."
That was jumping in with a vengeance. Was
revisiting your first lover like riding a bicycle? Once done never forgotten?
He'd soon find out.
Athol decided it felt strange to have Edan watching
him as he undid his zipper and stroked it carefully down the sensitive skin of
his prick. Edan's gaze was so intense, Athol's hands shook, as he held the
metal away from his body. Foreskin in zip teeth wasn't a good omen.
"You going to reciprocate?" Athol asked
as he inched his jeans and boxers over his cock. The head glistened with pre
cum, and Edan's indrawn breath, told him more than words that the sight excited
both of them.
"Who's the, ah fuck it, lets just both ask and
receive, eh?" Edan toed off his shoes and undid his belt buckle in a
hurry. "Last one naked loses the next decision."
Athol laughed as his shoes caught in his jeans as
he tried to remove the clothes and not the footwear. It wasn’t possible, so
with a quick check of where Edan stood, he grinned and pushed Edan. Edan
whooped and fell onto the bed with his denims around his ankles. He waved his
legs in the air.
"Cheat."
"Yeah." Athol jumped and landed on the
bed next to Edan. He rolled over and grabbed Edan to hold him close, and thrust
his tongue in between Edan's parted lips.
This kiss was different. As Edan's male, musky,
scent surrounded him Athol knew tears were close. He'd missed this man as if a
limb had been severed. His man his other half, was finally here with him.
But for how long? Athol pushed the thought away and concentrated on
using his tongue to touch the inside of Edan's lips, and then stroke over the
roof of Edan's mouth.
Edan responded in an equally aggressive
manner. His teeth grazed Athol's tongue and his lips sucked the flesh. Athol
scrabbled for the waistband of Edan's half removed denims and shoved for all
his worth, to get them away from Edan's body. In the back of his mind, he
noticed Edan performed the same act with his, Athol's, jeans. How they managed
without unlocking their lips Athol had no idea, and didn't care. All he desired
was Edan naked and next to him.
Edan moved back, and the tiny few inches felt like
the Grand Canyon with a force-eight gale to Athol.
"Shit, Ede, I need to feel you somehow. Make
your mind up, for fuck's sake. What's going to happen next?" With a tremendous
effort, Athol managed to shuck his shoes and jeans, thankful for the urge he'd
had to go commando that morning.
"Bratty Dom." Edan gasped the words as
his fingers fumbled with the hem of Athol's T-shirt. "Fuck, what's this
stuck on?" He held Athol's T-shirt away from his torso.
"Hold on." Athol inched the material up
and over his nipples. Edan's moan sent his cock into overdrive and his heart
thudding. "Ah, you like?"
"Oh, I like." Edan ran his finger over
the silver ring through Athol's right nipple. "How long have you had
this?" He dipped his head and Athol about exploded as Edan circled the
ring with his tongue and then tugged gently on it.
"Sh … er god, three, four, ah fuck, enough
already. Let's do more. Condoms?"
"Con … Fuck, shit, and bollocks." Edan
rolled onto his back and groaned. His dick stood up long, hard and slicked with his
pre-cum. "No, I've been celibate for so long they'd have shriveled up.
You?"
Athol echoed the groan, and laughed softly. What he
really wanted to do was cry and rail. Talk about serendipity—not. Was this his
punishment for what happened all those years ago? Why on earth would he have
thought he'd need rubbers? He'd been more concerned he might need a box to
protect himself from a kick or a punch. "Don't talk daft. I'd forgotten
what one looks like. Shit. Ah, well. Sixty-nine always was my favorite number.
We're clean, and I trust you."
"And back." Edan shuffled round until his
head nestled so close to Athol's cock Athol could feel his breath as it fanned
over his heated skin. Athol grabbed Edan's ass and pulled him closer so he
could put his lips on Edan's prick and give tiny little kisses along the length
until he laved the head. With a mental sigh of pleasure, Athol pulled Edan's
cock into his mouth and swirled his tongue over it. He enjoyed the salty taste,
inhaled the musky male scent, and reveled in the moans and sighs Edan made.
A tug on his own cock sent his heat beat racing,
and his skin pricked with arousal. He closed his eyes to let himself sink
deeper into those beautiful sensations. It was nigh on impossible to groan with
pleasure with a mouth full of wet cock, but Athol knew his shudder of pleasure
reverberated into Edan. He nuzzled his head further into Edan's groin and
grasped his ass even tighter. Edan reciprocated and together they began the
nips and sucks of loving each other.
It wouldn't last long. He wouldn't last long. Athol
had no illusions that he wouldn't be able to stave his climax off. Nor did he
want to. The climbing emotion, the increasing heat, the shuddering, juddering
emotions, and taut skin, embraced him, and he let them flow through him.
Raven lives in
Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown
the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings
in her books.
She is used to
sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to
say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
Her very
understanding, and long-suffering DH, is used to his questions unanswered, the
dust bunnies greeting him as he walks through the door, and rescuing burned
offerings from the Aga. (And passing her a glass of wine as she types
furiously.)
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