It's tease time again. Time for a group of authors to tease you with our mid week snippet from a book or WIP.
This is from P.A. Partner, which will be published later this month from Evernight Publishing.
He turned and before Martin
had time to draw breath, he felt Byron's lips on his. He opened his mouth to
welcome Byron's tongue and scented the fresh minty smell of after-dinner mints,
combined with the deep warm aroma of red wine.
Byron groaned and the sound
reverberated around Martin's throat. Martin dragged Byron closer. Uncaring of
the fact they hadn't got past the front hall, he ground his hard, erect, and
sadly, still clothed, cock against Byron's long hard length.
"Fuck, Martin."
Byron panted. He pulled Martin's shirt from his waistband and slid his hands
upward across Martin’s chest until he reached his nipples. Then he pinched.
The combination of the goose
bumps he raised on Martin's sensitive chest, plus the short, sharp nip to the
tiny, hard nubs made Martin groan, "Fuck it more."
"I had intended to at least woo you into
bed. But I'll be hard pressed to get past the first stair." Byron's
fingers teased and stroked Martin, until Martin's mind was a rainbow of colors
and sensations and not much else.
Oh
yeah, I so agree. Martin
swallowed hard to help eradicate the dryness in his throat. His mouth was
hollow, and he needed to show he had the same ideas, to say please I want it all and to explain
everything that went through his mind. He couldn't form the thoughts let alone
the sentences. He went for basics instead.
"Fuck's the word. Soon,
fast, now, here. Stair this time, bed next?" Martin moved his hands to the
button on the waistband of Byron's trousers, and fumbled with the metal closure
behind it. He slid his hand between Byron's cock and the zip. The last thing he
wanted was to pinch the skin.
"Yeah, oh shit, my
hand’s shaking. Breathe in." Martin felt Byron's hands on his zip, the
sides of the material parted, and then Martin's cock sprung free and waved
hello. The cool air did nothing to deflate it.
Byron laughed. "Oh,
nice. Commando, ready, willing, and able." He bent and moved to use his
hot tongue to lave the length.
Martin shivered and his skin
stung with tiny pinpricks of delight. Damned if he couldn't come just from that
one long caress. He bit his tongue to stop himself flying over the abyss, and
concentrated on taking Byron's trousers and boxers off. It was damned hard when
his pre-cum trickled along his length and Byron licked it like it was the
nectar of the gods.
The head of Byron's dick
caught in his clothes and Martin swore as he released it. It was taking too
much time.
Byron lifted his head and let
Martin's prick drop with a gentle thud against Martin's leg. Byron kicked his
trousers and underwear away from his ankles. Martin took hold of Byron's prick
and stroked it. He used the tiny drops of pre-cum that slid down the head, to
lubricate the length.
"Shit, I need lube. I
want to fuck you, Mart. Deep, hard and long. But I need a rubber and lube.
They're upstairs."
"Then many hands make
light work and we can go heavy later?" Martin kept up a slow steady
stroke. "And we have four hands, two mouths and anything else we can think
of." He used his own mouth to add extra lubrication to Byron's cock.
"True. Strip."
Martin lifted his head.
"Sure? Cos I'm somewhat occupied at the moment."
"Oh, I'm sure. I have a
need to see you bollocks naked. Oh, and to see your bollocks." Byron
laughed deep in his throat. That sexy, sensual noise hitched Martin's libido
even higher.
Byron slid back a few inches
and moved his hands to the buttons of his shirt. "Last one naked is a
sissy. Winner choses what happens."
Martin sniggered.
"You've got a head, or should that be, a cock's start." He slid his
trousers down his legs and hopped around to get them off his feet whilst he
dealt with shirt buttons and cufflinks. Byron deliberately toyed with the last
button holding his shirt together. Then, just as Martin threw his second
cufflink onto the hall table, Byron took off his shirt and stood buck-naked in
front of Martin. He did a little shimmy and his erect cock swayed in time to
the flick of his hips. It was stupid and fun. Martin couldn't remember the last
time he felt so horny and so carefree at the same time. Sex was supposed to be
heat-inducing, spine-tingling, cum-gathering, enjoyment, and he realized it
hadn't been. Not for ages.
"I win. I chose me in
you. In our bed." Byron raised his fists in the air in a victory wave.
"Oh yeah."
Love R x
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