This week’s
theme is I’m So Sexy and there’s nothing more interesting that someone who
exudes sexiness but doesn’t flaunt it. These are those who are naturally sexy,
like the girl or boy next door. Or the boss who acts like a nerd. Or maybe one
who wears something that makes someone want to strip them bare. Those are the
characters we want to read about. Those with city, country or maybe even
other-worldly charm that knocks our socks off every time.
I’m taking mine from my current WIP, Moonlit Wolves 7: Protecting My Werewolf, mostly because
whenever I think of this character I don’t see a knowing glint in his eyes, or
a real worry about what he looks like. it’s not who he defines himself as and
that, to me, makes him more sexy.
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“Fuck,” Adam panted as Justin started in on his pants, getting the
elastic under his balls pushing them forward, causing a shock of pleasure to
roll up his body. Thrusting up into the feelings Justin’s brushed against him
moments before his dick met Adam’s hot, wet, goodness lined up nicely against
him before Justin started jacking them both off.
Adam moaned deeply into the action, and soon found him hips rocking up
into Justin’s hand. He needed to do more, he needed more. so much fucking more,
but in the position Adam found himself in, he couldn’t move Justin, not a
fucking inch.
The feeling of being hopeless tilted in on him made his head go a
little wobbly. He didn’t like not being in charge. He didn’t like to be held
down and made to take what was given. No it was the other way around. He got
what he wanted and the other one took it.
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Adams torso started buckling, moving, trying to get away, as Justin
jacked them, faster and faster, his free hand holding Adam up with the small
of his back, allowing, if not encouraging Adam to move him hips.
It was as if Justin understood Adam needed to hold more power and he
was giving him that. Not by allowing him to be on top, that was just ridiculous
with what they were doing, Adam could see that. He was protected this way, no
one could see what they were doing—not really, not in a way of their dicks
together, and yet Adam could control the speed, the power in which his cock
passed through those fingers.
Relaxing the top half of his body, Adam took over, his hips moving
faster and faster, rolling slightly, as the pressure built back up between them
“That’s it,” Justin whispered, his mouth attacking Adam’s again,
stealing his power to think.
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