Summer fling is week 58,
which means what it sounds, those flings, that are either on night stands or
something that will last a life time, even if that wasn’t the plan when the
lust first hit.
It’s a special moment that’s
kinda out of time, and out of the normal life, one that’s looked back on with
in a way that gets you smiling. Or how the hosts of this lovely hop put it,
that moment that made Grease special.
I don’t really have that
kinda moment, but in my latest free read Sean walks into a pub, his feels the
hands of one of his mates (and I’m talking in the Aussie way) and things
nothing will happen but a one nightstand.
It’s a number 7 game, tho
I’m playing it a little lose today. If you want more dets click here and see
the rules along with who else is hopping along with us
“I saw that,” James growled, his long
fingers wrapped around Sean’s thick bicep as he swung him into the darker
edging of the hallway.
Sean found himself face first into the
wall as long arms wrapped around his middle. James leaned into his back, that
thin body a line down his spine, his teeth nipping almost painfully at Sean’s
neck.
Sean sighed, resting his forehead
against the wall, it felt so good, even as his mind rebelled, Sean knew what
this meant, new what guys wanted when they got him in this position, and it
wasn’t a moonlit walk on no fucking beach.
Filling his lungs with air Sean realised
he wasn’t going to go anywhere, not unless James let him, because no matter how
fucking hard he’d been trying to deny his lust. Sean’s fucking crush on the
other man from the moment they met meant that Sean had nowhere he needed to be
and no one he wanted to see more than James.
The fact that Sean’s heart was already
beating in his throat, and his cock was trying to break out of the top of his
pants, didn’t make it any easier for him to break away. Sean was done. He was
here, and he’d do anything the other guy wanted, as he assured some manliness
into his own mind. Because holding a guy like Sean against the wall like this
only meant one thing. Rebound. A way to make the breakup feel like it wasn’t
their fault. That whatever the excuses and horrid words thrown their way, they
were men, and here he was proving that point.
At least Sean could do this one thing
for him, just one, as James smashed all the fun and greatness out of their
friendship—outta his fucking life, and make sure by the end James knew how
great he was. It wasn’t as if Sean wasn’t going to hear every bad word thrown
at James, they all needed that, that one night to vent the hatred that had them
rushing Sean’s way.
Fingers curled into the hair between his
pecks; another pulled lightly against the hairs against his hipbones. “How come
you didn’t let the boy suck you?”
Sean moaned, his arse shifting back,
rubbing against a hard cock, though it wasn’t perfect, far from it, as James’
was trapped just as Sean was behind his fly, but at least they lined up well,
even if James was a lot thinner than he.
“Babe?”
And to end the pimping of
this book, click here for the blurb and other information
Nice post Bronwyn :-)
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