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.
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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