*sigh* I really wish I had more books, not that it would help here as I don’t see myself writing historical.
When picking themes for the rest of the year, we realized that we hadn’t picked anything historical in a while. Sexy Down the Avenue reminds us of carriage rides in London or any European city. Of course, it could be any other sexy historical setting as well. Say American West or maybe even the Russian Court. Maybe we’re talking about what it was like in Australia or the South Pacific or…yes, the possibilities are endless.
So we are here, not having anything again to post. Nothing in my small number of books that will work here. so I guess, a sex scene it is!!!
I decided to choose this one because it’s the last week of November and therefore the last week to get Love Without Knowing It and have your money go to the Movember charity. Not only that, but for the simple fact that it’s the last week of Movember which is a great cause in itself as it brings awareness to male health.
Paul always loved that moment when the head of his cock disappeared inside another man. To watch as the muscles slowly gave way around the meaty head as he was welcomed into its depths; to feel the tight squeeze and heated licks of pleasure as the channel wrapped tightly around his cockhead. He liked the slow push in, making the other man’s body accept him.
Paul never rushed this part. He couldn’t make himself, even if he was holding another man against a brick wall in a back alley behind a club. He liked it better when he could see himself sliding in, amplifying everything he loved about sex. Everything else was secondary, window dressing. Not that Paul didn’t love every other aspect of sex, he loved it more than anything. There was just something about that first glorious moment, when heat and suction engulfed sensitive flesh. Bliss. Fucking Bliss.
“You doing okay?” Paul asked as the head of his cock skated past Matt’s swollen prostate. He felt the thick gland push up against his piss slit even as he did his best to avoid it.
Paul chuckled as he pushed the remaining inches into Matt, settling his thighs against the other man’s arse. The pause was short. As suspected, he’d already pushed Matt’s patience to its limits. Matt rolled his hips back onto Paul and they both moaned as Paul gripped Matt’s hips, holding him steady, before thrusting in and out at a cautious pace.
Heat built quickly between them, the steady pace becoming faster. Matt started those beautiful moans of his—light and barely audible, but they were there, Matt was oblivious, completely lost in the fucking. From experience, Paul knew Matt was a screamer. He may not have liked the fact, but it made Paul smile as he’d shove something into his mouth to stop the screams. At the moment that was a sheet, crunched in his hand and shoved into his mouth.
Another problem for Matt was the fact that Paul loved the sounds men made when he thrust deep. He loved making sudden, sharp moves, just to get that squawk of surprised pleasure, and out of everyone he’d ever fucked, Paul loved Matt’s sounds the most. Maybe more because the man hated making them so much.
And onto the pimping and other random facts linked to this hop
Love Without Knowing It
When everything Paul had ever known turned upside down, suddenly he needs to man up and fight for the love he’s always feared.
Paul’s life was set. He had what he needed and what he was comfortable with. Then a night with one of his regular lovers pulls him into the drama of sickness, love, and death.
In the end, Paul needs to work a few things out first: Is he strong enough to fall in love with a man that may need more than he’s able to give, or will he fall into old habits and run when the relationship gets too complicated?
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