Douglas Black Spanish Heat

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.The whiskey gave Jack courage.He put his plastic cup on the bar and turned so his body faced Clark’s.He tightened his thighs on either side of the man’s legs and pulled Clark into him.Clark obliged without remark, moving between Jack’s thighs until their crotches were pressed together.“This is probably not a very good idea,” Clark said, as one hand found Jack’s shoulder while the other linked into Jack’s curls.“Best not to think about it then, eh?” Jack said, tilting his head up so Clark’s beautiful, plump lips were inches from his own.He watched Clark nod, Clark’s eyes focusing slowly.Jack took a deep breath for courage and kissed him.In his jeans, Jack was painfully hard.As far as he was concerned, he could stay like this forever, gripping Clark’s strong body as his lips claimed his new employer’s mouth.He arched himself against Clark, leaning back so their aching erections rubbed against each other’s.The action proved to be Clark’s undoing.He released Jack’s mouth and moved to his neck, biting and sucking the skin there, sending Jack’s hips bucking against him.“What do you like?” The whiskey had made Clark’s voice rough.Jack could barely pant out the words.He needed to get his fly undone soon.The fabric was too tight, too constrictive.He wanted to get Clark’s undone at the same time.“Everything.” Anything Clark was willing to offer would be just fine.His encounter at the airport had whetted his appetite, but it had by no means satisfied him.A growl escaped Clark’s throat.He pulled Jack from the chair and pushed him backward to one of the sun loungers.Feeling the wooden frame and cushions behind him, Jack let himself fall as Clark climbed between his legs.He pulled Jack’s lips between his teeth once more and aligned their groins.They began rutting against each other, slowly at first then picking up speed.Jack tried to get a hand between them, to find some relief from the tight pressure and rough friction of bulging erections and denim, but Clark positioned his body against his so Jack could only move when those strong hips did, could only kiss back when Clark fought to stifle a groan.Their pace was frantic.Jack could feel his balls tightening.If he didn’t get his jeans undone, he was going to come in them.The feeling of Clark’s erection against his own made him desperate.If he could have nothing else, he at least wanted it in his hand.Finally, he forced his fingers between them as Clark dropped his head onto Jack’s shoulder.He found Clark’s fly and pulled, the buttons popping open easily as Clark’s long, thick cock sprang forward into his hand.Jack groaned and lifted his hips so his own cock rubbed against Clark’s hip, before he began to stroke firmly up and down Clark’s length.The noises in Clark’s throat meant the man wouldn’t last long.He could feel Clark’s warm breath against his skin.He couldn’t get much of Clark in his hand through the constraints of tight jeans, but when Clark spread his legs a little wider Jack pulled as much of him into his fist as possible and quickened his ministrations on Clark’s shaft.As Clark started moaning—breath so ragged it sounded as though it hurt—Jack eased back and unbuttoned his own jeans, pulling his erection out and basking in the relief of release.It brushed against Clark’s, and Clark pushed against him, rubbing their hard cocks together.Jack felt his balls hike even higher and he reached up to find Clark’s face again.He closed the distance between them and kissed Clark, hard, bruising lips with teeth as they rutted to orgasm.Jack had no idea how much noise they had made, but as their breathing settled back down, the silence of the night weighed heavy upon them.Clark came to his senses first, springing away from Jack like he was on fire.“It’s okay.” Jack tried to reach out to Clark, to touch him, but the man shuffled back off the lounger.Still facing Jack, Clark reached for his cock and pushed himself back into his jeans.The hiss that escaped his lips was loaded with desire, but Clark straightened himself up and began to back away.“Wait.” Jack jumped to his feet and followed him, stuffing his own cock back into his jeans and managing to close the fly, but not his top button around the thickness of his still-swollen shaft.“It’s okay, really.We’re adults.”When Clark’s dark gaze landed on the swollen, purplish cockhead peeking out over the top of Jack’s fly, Clark sucked his bottom lip into his mouth.He knew Clark was fighting a hard battle.To his dismay, common sense was the victor of the day.“I’m sorry, Jack.I…I hope we can be reasonable about this little mistake tomorrow.”With that, Clark left, leaving Jack panting breathlessly into the still night air.* * * *“There’s coffee on the hob and fresh orange juice in the fridge.” Clark’s voice sounded cheerful, if a little unsteady.Jack managed a smile in the general direction he thought Clark’s voice came from before helping himself to a pint of water from the tap.He hoped it wouldn’t make him more ill than he already was.The whiskey had taken its toll, as had the concern that he would wake up in the morning to find himself without a job.“Are you feeling as fragile as I am?” Clark’s voice sounded louder.Jack managed to open his eyes.Clark had moved and was standing close to him—their bodies inches apart.He nodded and filled his glass again with more water, drinking it steadily to avoid talking as much as to ease the pain in his head.It was late afternoon, and the sun was splitting the skies.Clark grazed his fingers across Jack’s arm.The touch sent a spike of excitement racing to Jack’s already pulsing cock.He was grateful he had pulled on his jeans instead of his pajamas before making his way to the kitchen.Slowly, he turned so he was facing Clark.“I’m sorry about last night.” Clark’s voice was barely above a whisper.Jack took a deep breath, casting his gaze over Clark’s dark eyes, filled with concern and anticipation.His bottom lip looked swollen, redder than it had been the day before.“Yeh, the whiskey was a mistake.” Jack smiled, putting his glass on the counter.He hadn’t been asleep all morning.He had woken up earlier and paced his room, wondering how to put right the events of last night.In truth, he hadn’t minded one little bit.Clark was a handsome man with a beautiful body and an even more beautiful cock.He had never been known to throw himself at relative strangers, but the short time he had spent in Spain seemed to have changed him more than he realized.If things had gone further, Jack doubted very much he would have objected, but Clark had wanted to stop and had managed to pull them apart.The man was his boss, and as much as Jack’s dick had wanted to play all night, Jack had never been the type of man to push himself where he wasn’t wanted.He was also now sure that he wanted to stay in Marbella, in this house.In light of that, it would be wise, he decided, not to blow his chances.“The…? Oh, yeah.Yeah.Right.” Clark looked uncertain, so Jack smiled again.Finally, Clark released his arm.“Coffee?”“Please.Is there anything you want me to do today? As part of my contract?”Clark seemed to relax, easing back with relief into his designated role as employer.“Actually, yes.I thought maybe you could speak with Paulo.He’s my gardener.He doesn’t work over the winter months, so you’ll have to take over from him come November.After that I thought maybe… Well, I thought I might show you a decent little market and some of that real Spanish food I mentioned last night.That is, unless you wanted to do something else—or you just didn’t want to…”Jack held up his hand.“That sounds excellent.Maybe you would let me drive too.You can give directions.I’ll need get used to driving on the wrong side of the road [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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