Hey y'all!
A bunch of us got together and decided to celebrate Sex Scene Saturday. :D
I picked Hey Jealousy for your fun and reading pleasure (sex after the break) and I'm happy to let y'all choose next week's story, just holler.
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What follows is not safe for work. ;-)
BA
"This is
fucking insane..."
No. No, for once,
they were doing something fucking right. "This is good, Rory. Just go with
it." He'd prove himself this time. He so would.
He pushed at
Rory's shoulder, got the man bent over the table, one hand on the small of
Rory's back. Those hard thighs spread, Rory's balls hanging. Fucking hot. This
was what Rory'd been wanting, probably what he'd been getting, from someone
else. This was what Rory needed, what he was so ashamed of he couldn't ask for
it.
Now he was going
to get it from JW. He smacked a few more times, a little harder.
A low moan
sounded, then Rory's butt shifted, pushed into a slap. Jesus. The man was
moving, just loving what he was doing. Thing was, JW was liking it, too, his
hand throbbing.
JW's mouth was
dry, his eyes were fucking burning in his skull, not wanting to miss a second.
His hand was on
fire, his cock was pressing on his zipper, and he could feel sweat trickle down
his back. Fuck. He leaned down, tongue sliding over Rory's skin. It was
surprisingly hot on lips. Hot with a tinge of salt.
Oh, God. He closed
his eyes, sliding to his knees. He breathed in Rory's scent, happy as he'd been
in a long time.
"Dub?"
Rory's scent was
fucking everywhere. "Mmmhmm. You smell good." He rubbed his cheek on
Rory's ass. Just like he was a cat or something. He was arching, his toes
curling.
"Oh, God. I'm
fucking hallucinating."
"You
hallucinate about me and your ass?" That skin was red, little fingerprints
standing out all over, fading together to make an amazing pattern.
"What I dream
about ain't none of your business."
"No? I think
it's all about my business. I told you I got your back." JW bit into the
flesh of one asscheek, punishing a little.
Okay, so hearing that
husky moaning sound rocked his world, almost as much as feeling Rory buck
against him. Fucking A. Groaning, he licked where he'd bitten, needing to taste
again. He was panting, his heart pounding.
"Fuck..."
Rory spread a little wider, nails sounding on the table as the man scrabbled
for purchase.
"Anytime."
He meant it, too. Rory was a kinky little guy, right? Those hips canted for
him, a clear offer. Jesus. Yes. JW loved to fuck, loved to slide deep into hot
ass and push until he came.
He traced that hot
crease with his finger, licking his lips as he watched. Rory was shaking for
him. Oh, fuck. Hot. That tight little hole clenched, damn near like it was
kissing his finger.
He pushed, because
he couldn't not. He wasn't going much farther without slick, but damn. He had
to feel, had to know. Tight. Perfect. Oh, fuck yes. Rory took him in, sweet as
pie.
"Ro, I need
something. Condoms. Lube." It was amazing he could still talk, his voice
raw and hoarse and almost gone. .
"Bedroom."
That one word was like a damn key in a lock, like this was it, somehow. Time to
make shit right.
JW sprang to his
feet and grabbed Rory, hauling the little bastard to the bedroom, just like
that. He flung Rory on the bed and started digging in the matching nightstands.
He took a second to stare. Damn. Just like in the one dresser drawer there were
plugs. Cock rings. A fucking paddle.
His whole body
went ping, but he ignored all that this time. All he needed was that
little tube and one foil packet.
"We don't
have to do this." Rory was hard as a rock, leaking, needing him. Those
green eyes watched him, shadowed with doubt, hot with desire.
"Yes, we
do." He tossed the condom and lube on the bed and started stripping off
clothes.
"Oh,
fuck." Rory's eyes were burning, looking hard, one hand working that fat
prick.
"Don't you go
off without me." He snapped it out, and Rory jumped, letting go of his
cock. Oh, Jesus. That was... To know that Rory would take his orders like that
made him moan, his balls pulling. "Get the lube, man. Start getting ready
for me."
Rory nodded, belly
flushing a dark red. So fucking hot. And his, damn it.
His.
Rory grabbed the
lube, slicked up those callused fingers, and then pressed two in that tight
little ring of muscle. JW watched, hands on his shorts while he forgot his own
name.
"Take them
off, Dub. I want to see." Rory was rippling, dancing on those fingers,
body moving in slow, sensual rolls.
"You do,
huh?" He grinned a little, thinking how long it had been, how they used to
do their thing in the dark when they were drunk. Then he pushed his shorts
down, his cock springing up to slap his belly. He hoped to hell Rory liked what
he saw.
Rory groaned,
tongue flicking out like the man was hungry. Fuck. Fuck, yeah.
Needy little fuck.
JW was gonna turn him inside out. Then he was going to put Rory back together
so he could do it again. He grabbed the condom, slipping it on while Rory
worked that little hole. He pushed between Rory's thighs, spread the muscled
legs wide. He wanted Rory to watch, to know who was fucking that little hole.
He wanted the man
to know who would be the only one to do it from now on.
"Dub.
Need."
***
Emerald: Hey Jealousy
38 pages / 10000 wordsISBN: 978-1-61040-215-6
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc, epub
JW thinks he’s missed his chance at a romantic relationship with his best friend Rory forever, all because of a stupid moment when he was much younger. Rory wants JW desperately, but he knows his buddy just isn’t into the kind of games Rory likes to play, let alone into long-term relationship with a guy. When JW comes home from a long haul on the road, though, and finds Rory in a compromising position, he knows he’s found the way to correct his youthful mistake. Will Rory believe JW’s jealous response?
Available at Torquere Press, Amazon, and All Romance Ebooks.
Author's Note: *grins* Little spanking. Little bondage. Little fighting. Lots of fu... Well, y'all know. ;-)
1 comment:
NOw that was a sexy little excerpt. Thanks so much for sharing it with us :D
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