A Dom’s Decision

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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