Friday, October 30, 2009
Heaven by Jet Mykles
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I have yet to find a Jet Mykles book I haven't liked and Heaven Heaven Sent 1 is no exception. Her books are ones you fall into and can find yourself enjoying with a hot mug, sock-clad feet up on the sofa and your favorite eReader or computer on your lap.
Summary: The Weiss Strande Hotel is in trouble. Business just isn't what it used to be when Tyler’s father ran the family-owned hotel. On top of business being down, dad's sick with cancer and bills have skyrocketed.
Desperate to save his family interest, Tyler and his best friend sink their hopes and what's left of their money into a new venture: a nightclub at the hotel. It's imperative that the White Room is a success, or else the hotel will go under. Lady Luck seems to be with them, however, because they manage to sign the mega-popular rock group Heaven Sent to play the grand opening.
Already a huge fan of the group, Tyler couldn't be more excited to welcome them to his hotel. He's not at all prepared for the bomb of lust that hits him when he's finally face-to-face with the painfully gorgeous lead singer, Johnnie Heaven. No, it couldn't be lust. Yes, Johnnie's probably the most beautiful person he's ever seen, but Tyler is straight. It must be a misguided form of hero worship that he's feeling.
Tyler finds out that he and Johnnie share an obsession: video games. When Johnnie invites Tyler to his room to play, Tyler jumps at the chance. Who wouldn't snap up the opportunity to spend time with their idol? He and Johnnie have a great time with the games, but Tyler soon discovers that Johnnie's got more in mind. The rock star's aims to introduce Tyler to a whole new level of game play.
What I liked about this book: Johnnie's up-front, no-holds-barred, Brian Kinneyesque persona is to die for. He's larger than life and yet, he's sweet and completely into Tyler. I seem to be in a gay-for-you and/or closet-case books that are just oozing with sexual tension and newfound exploration of the joys of gay sex. Life is good and Jet Mykles makes it even better!
This first in a series really sucked me in and I loved that the imagery is so vivid, you can feel the thrum of the music and the pull of the moment.
Excerpt: Johnnie pressed their lips together. Holding Tyler close, he turned them so Tyler stood beneath the water’s spray. He caressed Tyler’s skin until every inch was sensitized and wet. Then he reached up to twist the showerhead so the water came out in a light, steaming haze. He tipped Tyler’s chin up so he could bite and nibble the long muscle at the side of his neck. Hands slid over heated, wet skin until one finally settled around Tyler’s erection.
Tyler tried his best to breathe in the humid air. “Johnnie.”
That voice caressed his ear. “More?”
“God, yes!”
Johnnie turned Tyler toward the wall, urging him to brace his hands on the white sandstone. Out of the corner of his eye, Tyler saw him reach for a small packet on the bench that lined the inside wall of the shower. A condom.
Tyler’s heart raced. He dug his nails into the edges of a tile, waiting with bated breath. He flipped sopping wet bangs out of his eyes and arched his back, hoping to entice Johnnie to hurry.
The rockstar laughed evilly and swatted Tyler’s ass. “Slut.” He took firm hold of Tyler’s hips with both hands and pressed his groin against Tyler’s butt. His sheathed erection slid smoothly along Tyler’s crack. “You’d think you wanted this, or something.”
“Johnnie.”
“What?”
Tyler glanced over his shoulder. “What are you waiting for?”
Johnnie’s evil grin kicked up a notch. “Begging.”
Tyler gaped. While he was distracted, Johnnie slid one hand forward to ruthlessly grip Tyler’s cock. Tyler’s gape dissolved. He sagged against the sandstone wall. “Oh, God.”
Johnnie stepped into him, pressing his chest to Tyler’s back, trapping Tyler against the wall as his hand slowly pumped. “Not quite. C’mon, Tyler. All you need’s one little ‘please.’”
“Please!” The word spilled out before Tyler could think about it.
“There. Was that so hard?” Johnnie pulled back. The hand not on Tyler’s cock slid down his chest, then over his hip and around to his butt.
No, but that is. Tyler groaned inwardly as the blunt head of Johnnie’s dick prodded his entrance.
“Relax, blondie,” Johnnie murmured into his neck. “We’ll go slow.”
“No. Just… Ah!” A bite of pain as the head slid in.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Wait, I…”
“’Sokay, Tyler. We got all the time in the world.” Johnnie pushed in another slow bit.
Tyler gasped, arching so that the back of his skull nestled in the bend of Johnnie’s neck.
The rockstar held him, one hand tormenting his dick and the other supporting his chest. “Tell me if you need to stop.”
“God, no! Please, Johnnie, don’t stop.”
A growl sounded near his ear, and more of that wonderful dick slid in. Slid to the hilt inside Tyler’s body.
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tomcat Jones by Willa Okati
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Oh Willa Okati how I love your humor and your incredible mind! I mean, really and to have the amazing ability to weave such a great story into such a short timeline is even more incredible!
Summary: T.J. Jones never believed in love. A shape-shifting tomcat, he's had problems with one-night stands involving men who were horrified to find out what he was. After getting burned one too many times, he decides he'll shoot instead for becoming a grouchy lifelong bastard of a bachelor. That's before he runs into MacGowan, a smoking hot beach boy with an open heart and a sweet smile.
MacGowan, a ingenuous, open-hearted sex bomb, wants T.J.'s body, his love, his friendship, and his trust. T.J. doesn't dare tell MacGowan that he's a tomcat on the inside, but soon finds he has no choice when MacGowan's developing wizard's powers force the issue. Not only is he unwittingly MacGowan's familiar, but MacGowan's powers make him unable to control his shape-shifting.
A relationship's hard enough for an easy-going beach boy and a grumpy, closed-off bachelor. But what's a man to do when he's literally a tomcat?
Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, male/male sexual practices.
What I liked about this book: I'm not much of a cat-lover, sorry to all my feline-friendly folks out there, I'm a canine-lover all the way, but TJ was so awesome, I fell in love with him! When he's in kitty form, he's as adorable as he is sexy in his human form. The attraction between MacGowan and TJ is so strong that you know from the beginning it's going to be explosive and intense.
Her characterizations though, are what I love most about her books. I fall into every single one of them because the characters are "real" and alive and in this case... furry, funny and slightly bitchy. Love it!
Excerpt: They made it three steps into the minihallway before the smell of MacGowan, the heat rising off his skin and the nearness of his cock just barely tucked into his jeans, not to mention his roving hands everywhere on T.J.’s skin and the way they stopped step-by-step to crash their mouths together all combined in one
big burst of want and got to T.J.
He stopped and pushed MacGowan to the wall. MacGowan cocked his head, pretended to be confused, given away by the dark, wicked tilt of his mouth. “Something wrong?”
“Yes.” T.J. kissed him quick and dirty. MacGowan tasted of beer and steak, savory, good. “I’m not doing this yet.”
“Not doing what?”
“Let me demonstrate.” T.J. dropped to his knees and buried his face in MacGowan’s open fly.
MacGowan made a noise no one could describe and bucked forward. He shoved his fingers through T.J.’s hair and gripped tight enough to make his scalp prickle deliciously. “Gonna do it?” he asked, gravel-voiced. “You like sucking cock that much?”
T.J. put out the tip of his tongue and dragged it over the rise and curve of MacGowan’s darkening
erection. He tasted amazing. “What do you think?”
“Christ,” MacGowan said. He tugged T.J.’s hair. “Stop. Don’t stop. I don’t care.”
T.J. felt bigger than himself, as if there was too much need to be contained inside one body, like he’d explode. He nosed his way to MacGowan’s cockhead, took it between his lips, and sucked for all he was worth.
MacGowan’s head hit the wall with a satisfying thud. “Oh—” He gripped the sides of T.J.’s head and pushed forward. “More.”
T.J. hummed around his mouthful of cock, slid the seal of his lips down the heavy length until firm bluntness hit the back of his throat. He breathed in hungrily when wiry hair tickled his nose, and
swallowed.
MacGowan jackknifed; he would have choked T.J. if T.J. hadn’t been prepared, hoping. He swallowed again, and a second time, exultant inside his head. Long dry spell or not, he hadn’t forgotten how to do this. Made a man feel like a man.
Definitely not like a cat.
“More,” MacGowan gritted out. He drew back to thrust forward, the path slippery with spit and precum. His cock pulsed in T.J.’s mouth, heavy on his tongue. T.J. drew off to taste him and rolled the salty traces over his taste buds while he moaned and craved more, and still more.
For the fun of it—if he was going to be this crazy, he’d do it right—he dragged the flat of his tongue up the length of MacGowan’s shaft and tickled under the head, teasing the thick vein beneath.
MacGowan giggled.
Okay, not the reaction he’d hoped for. T.J. drew off with an obscene sucking pop, not sure if he should be offended but leaning strongly in that direction. “This is funny to you?”
MacGowan shook his head, but merriment brought out a dimple in his cheek no matter how he tried to hide it. “Tickles,” he managed.
Tickles? What the—oh, no no no—T.J. tested the rasp, and a rasp it was, of his tongue over his lips. Cat tongue, rough and sandpapery, and if that was what MacGowan called tickling he didn’t want to contemplate the limits of the guy’s pain threshold. He scrubbed the back of his hand over his tongue until all he tasted was his own skin and the traces of MacGowan’s fragrance, and until the flesh was smooth and sleek once more.
“Hey.” MacGowan used his grip on T.J.’s head to tilt it up and look directly at him.
The heat, the blind need, tempered by confusion—T.J. hitched forward, grunted, and almost lost it there without a hand on him, not even his own. His cock pushed insistently at his open fly, demanded to be released from the constriction, precum wet on his belly and his head swimming. MacGowan prodded the join of his jaw. “Didn’t say you had to stop.”
T.J. fought to keep it in, to rein it back. “Want to come like this?” he asked, voice wrecked from the thickness of MacGowan’s cock thrust down his throat, the rasp thrumming through his bones. “Yes or no?”
“No. Don’t want to come before I’m in you,” MacGowan said, thumbing T.J.’s cheeks. “Get up. Move. Now.”
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Monday, October 26, 2009
The Ultimate Kink by Cameron Dane
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Okay, pick your jaws up off the floor and hear me out a sec, will ya? Yes, I actually read a het book and dammit, I liked it. Sue me for enjoying a truly kinky book like only Cameron Dane can bring!
Summary: Previous Book: Finding Home
Genre: BDSM Romantic Suspense
Length: Novel Plus
Partners in Quinn Security, there isn't anything Canin Quinn and Kasey Jordan won't do for the good of the company. Anything.
The job: Catch a serial rapist before he attacks again.
The plan: Go undercover in a sex club, the source of the attacks…posing as husband and wife.
Canin and Kasey spend a lot of their time exchanging sharp-tongued jabs. At the same time, Canin has been nursing a simmering attraction for the tough-as-nails, secretive Kasey. By moving into her apartment as part of their cover, Canin will take this gift-wrapped opportunity to change their friendship to something much more intimate.
Kasey has her reasons for keeping Canin at arms length, knowing that he could never accept her as a partner if he understood her most private needs. Working undercover together will test her ability to keep her secrets safe from the man whose respect she craves more than anything else in her life.
The sex club opens a world of bondage and voyeurism, as well as a host of other fetishes...and reveals secrets that neither of them ever thought they would share with another soul. This job will expose them to their ultimate kinks.
What I liked about this book: Fetish play is not easy to write in a romance book. I don't care who you are, it's hard to write it well and not get lost in the play and forget that the story is first and foremost a romance story. In The Ultimate Kink, Dane not only makes the play hot to read but as mesmerizing as it would be to watch live.
Add to the conflict a rape, a history of abuse and a phobia that has paralyzed Kasey from truly enjoying a lover ever in her life and you've got a recipe for a page-turning romance that will leave you flushed, breathless and seeking iced drinks in the middle of winter.
Oh, did I mention dildo play? Oh yeah... Dane totally owns my soul!
Excerpt: He wanted her. He fucking wanted her so damn bad. That, he could handle. He was a guy. He often pictured himself in a sexual situation with Kasey; that had been happening since pretty much the day they met when she interviewed for a job in his and Rhone’s security firm some seven years ago. Now, thanks to “The Happy Couple,” as Canin liked to call the other half of their team, Canin pictured more than animal sex with Kasey; he had dreams of what it would feel like to wake up with her in his bed, what his home would look like with her stuff mixed in with his. Damn it, he was thirty-seven fucking years old. He refused to start pining for someone at this stage in his life.
Wham! Out of the blue, a steel grip locked around Canin’s wrist and pulled his arm back at an unnatural angle. What the fuck? A second later, two kicks to the backs of his knees took his legs out for a hairsbreadth, just enough for a body to shove him over the hood of his truck, pressing him into the cold metal.
“You don’t get to walk away from me.” Kasey’s throaty, sultry voice warmed Canin’s ear, stroking sizzling lines of fire through his blood, cranking his cock back up to full attention. “Not without letting me return the favor.” She yanked on the arm she had pinned behind his back, pulling hard enough to make him wince, but not enough to do any real damage. Snaking her hand around his waist, she left him tantalized with awareness as she worked open the leather and buckle of his belt.
She got his jeans open and pushed them and his underwear down just past his thighs. Sparing him no mercy, she pulled on his stiff prick, making him groan as she squeezed him near the base.
“We’re in a fucking parking lot, Kasey,” he muttered, trying desperately to blink back the pleasure she drew out of him with little more than a handshake on his dick. The metal under his cheek warmed with his body temperature, something that spiked in steadying degrees every time he saw a couple enter or exit the club out of the corner of his eye. “At least get me in the car before you exact your revenge.”
“You mean like you did for me?” True anger laced her voice, striking Canin hard in his chest. She put her hand against his mouth, palm flat. “Lick it,” she ordered, pushing into him from behind, almost as if she would fuck him if she had the equipment. “Get it all nice and wet, unless you want me to jerk you off dry.”
Jesus Christ, her mouth made him so fucking hot he didn’t even think of disobeying. He pressed the tip of his tongue to the center of her palm, twitching the tip over her skin with the slightest touch. Feeling her jerk against his back made him smile, drawing him so into her and her responses that they could have gathered a crowd of hundreds to watch them and he wouldn’t know it. He cared only about her. About pleasing her and giving her back her pride.
Whatever it took.
Canin took a couple of good swipes along the length of her palm with the flat of his tongue, transferring the saltiness of perspiration and a hint of orange from the screwdriver she had ordered in the club from her skin to his taste buds. His blood thickening right where he lay, Canin maneuvered his lips and slid two of her long fingers into his mouth and sucked, slicking her digits up with saliva simply because he wanted to, thoughts of it eventually leading to his own pleasure long gone from his mind. He nibbled and licked on her fingers, and worked in a third for the same treatment, all the while cognizant and focused on the rise and fall of her breasts and belly against his back, hitching every once in a while with shortness of breath that he felt against his ear. She may have come out here for payback, but damn it, she liked having his mouth on her flesh. He wanted it there too. All over, with clothing completely removed.
Kasey sank even deeper into him, her hand holding his arm between them the only thing that prevented a full-on blanketing of his body by hers. She had her legs between the spread eagle of his, and with the mile-long endless length of her legs, her crotch rubbed against his bare ass, driving him nuts with fucking sensitivity. He’d never had anybody play seriously with his backdoor before, but right now he swore if Kasey produced a strap-on and said she wanted to do him right here, he would beg her to split him open and take him however she wanted. He trembled a little bit just thinking about it, and that seemed to snap Kasey out of whatever private fantasy she had running on a loop in her head.
“Enough, enough. That’s plenty good enough to do the job.” She pulled her fingers from between his suctioning lips, creating a little popping sound in the shadowed darkness of the parking lot. “You don’t get to come by your own lurid imagination tonight, Quinn.” She slid her hand around his eager and ready dick. “You have to come because of me.” With that, she started to pull on his rigid length.
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Sunday, October 25, 2009
Finding Home by Cameron Dane
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Yes, Cameron Dane owns my soul! I've said it, I can now live a happy, smutty life in the throes of this unending passion.
Summary: Picking pockets and stealing cars, Adam Reyes does what he must to survive. Working Chicago's O'Hare airport, he feels pretty confident when he spots his next mark.
Security expert Rhone Quinn can't believe the wiry kid who grabs his cell phone almost gets away with it. Logic says turn the teen over to the cops, but Rhone is a man who trusts his instincts, and his gut tells him to offer the young man a job and a chance to begin a new life. Little does Rhone know that when he makes that choice it will forever change his life, too.
Over the years that follow a mentor relationship turns into a unique, abiding friendship. It eventually leads to true equality between Rhone and Adam when Adam becomes a full partner in Quinn Security. Unbeknownst to Rhone, as time passes by, Adam is also falling deeply in love. With Rhone. Who isn't gay. And who doesn't know that Adam is.
Then, one day, Rhone discovers the truth. Will Rhone's new awareness of Adam's feelings bind the men together even more intimately, or tear them apart for good?
What I liked about this book: Shit! What DIDN'T I love about this book? Um... let's see... dildo-play: love it; gay for you: love it; fucking in front of a mirror: YOU KNOW I LOVE IT!
I picked this book up last night at 11:30 PM and finished it in a few hours. Couldn't put it down. Didn't want to. I love the way you grow up with Adam and see their mutual attraction grow and the moment it hits Rhone that he's in love with Adam... like a Mack truck to the chest! Dayum!
Excerpt: Adam cried out with forbidden delight as the dildo shafted his ass yet again.
“Say his name!” Kasey’s throaty, feminine voice assaulted his ears. She worked him over from behind, swirling the fake dick in his tingling channel, sending frissons of delight down his bare legs and into his toes. “Tell me who you want!”
“No!” Adam curled his fingers around the edge of his desk, squeezing hard enough to cut into his skin. “I won’t.” He pushed back on the false cock, so close in size and shape to what he really wanted, letting it fill him to the brim. “Please.” He whimpered as Kasey punished him by pulling the invasion away. “I can’t.”
“You can.” Kasey’s hand traveled up his sweaty back, but she didn’t have the size or roughness he needed to arouse his senses in any way. She tunneled her fingers through his hair gently, then grabbed hold tight and yanked his head back. He looked into her girl-next-door face and fiery green eyes. “Because I’m getting damn tired of doing this for you, Reyes, damned tired.”
She jammed the thick, long toy back inside him to the base, as she had done to him for almost a year. “Ahhh!” Adam howled at the deep penetration, his office door flying open at the exact same time.
“Where’s the fire, Adam? What the hell is TechCor having a fit about now?” Rhone bitched. He took in the scene before him and raced across the office. “What the hell are you doing to him?” He pulled Kasey off Adam and pushed her across the room. His severely handsome face twisted, mottling with rage. “You get the hell out of here right now, Kasey. We’ll buy you out within a week. Don’t you dare step foot in this building again.”
“No, Rhone, no.” Panic and mortification filled Adam, but he forced his naked body in front of Kasey’s like a shield. “It’s not her fault. She only did what I asked.”
Rhone’s lips narrowed down to a hard line. “Fine,” he bit off, the word a bullet in the over-bright, silent office. The entire floor seemed to echo the sound of Rhone’s displeasure throughout its empty halls. “But you get the hell out of here, anyway, Kasey.” He pointed at the door. “You’re not the one I need to talk to right now.”
Kasey nodded, offering Adam a small smile as she slipped out, closing the door behind her.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Adam willed this moment away to another of his many nightmares of Rhone discovering what Adam was. More, what Adam felt. For Rhone.
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Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tempestuous Relations by Amanda Young
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
This is a down-and-dirty short story with a great plot and delicious taboo elements that are great for a quick read at work during your break or at lunch. Just don't blame me if you return back to your desk with a grin on your face and quizzical look on your coworker's faces. ;)
Summary: Dominic Mackenzie isn’t too proud to take advantage of the local gloryhole. As far as he’s concerned, there’s nothing better than a warm, wet mouth without any strings attached. It’s only by accident that he discovers the shocking identity of the man on his knees. Once the secret’s out, then all bets are off.
What I liked about this book: I really liked the way Amanda Young wove this story's plot so well into the fabric of the story that as it starts to unravel you're going, "I knew it" but still glad about your assumption. Kind of like a kid bouncing up and down as he opens the Christmas present he shook the night before and finds the toy he KNEW would be in there. Can't go wrong with twincest-gloryhole-porn, can you? ;)
Excerpt: Upon entering the bathroom, Dom was relieved to find it seemingly deserted. Amid the pungent aromas of sweat, piss, and cum, he quickly made his way to the back and slipped inside the last stall on the left. Although the room remained silent, a pair of scuffed sneakers could be seen beneath the panel separating his compartment from the next.
A shiver crept down his spine and lodged in his balls as he thought about what might happen in the near future. Things would either go well, as they had in the past, or he would find himself in a fantastically bad situation. If word of this spot had gotten out since the last time he’d come by, there was every likelihood that he might get his ass arrested. He could easily imagine a police sting being arranged to capture all the deviant men like himself who took advantage of a little anonymous action within the rest area’s semiprivate environment. Although it wouldn’t be the first time he’d found himself on the wrong side of the law, he didn’t relish the thought of being hauled in to the police station for lewd behavior. The rumor mill would decimate him faster than any outlandish charges the court system slung his way.
Nevertheless, he wasn’t about to turn back now. His dick was like steel inside his jeans. It knew what was up and wouldn’t accept any less than the warm, wet mouth that had serviced him so well in recent months. Actually, for all he knew it might be different men.
Frankly, he didn’t want to attach a face with the mouth that sucked him off. That would make the dude too real. As it stood, Dom could come in, blow his load, and leave. He didn’t have to make small talk or any of the inane gestures that came with meeting someone and trying to get into their pants.
Dom turned to face the dividing wall. A lewd hole the size of an orange was carved in the metal to the left of the broken toilet paper holder. He tapped his foot, impatience welling inside him as he waited for the stranger to make his move.
After only a moment, a slim finger with a square, trimmed nail appeared through the hole and made a come-hither motion. Not wasting any time, Dom unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out through the fly. He gave himself a nice hard stroke from root to tip, stepped forward, and slid his erection through the hole.
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009
A Fostered Love by Cameron Dane
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I had to walk away from my computer for several minutes to catch my breath, wipe the drool from my face and splash cold water on my face to keep the flush from rising up my neck again after I finished reading Cameron Dane's amazingly scorching A Fostered Love.
Summary: Christian Sanchez never thought he would see Jonah Roberts again. Foster brothers for a short time as teens, Christian developed a massive crush on Jonah, his tough, older roommate. That all ended when the cops came and arrested Jonah, stealing him from Christian’s uncertain world.
Jonah never forgot Christian, even though he cut off all contact with the boy. Jonah knew the kid with the crush on him would be better off forgetting that Jonah ever existed. Jonah stayed in contact with his foster mother Marisol, but refused to hear stories about Christian, and made the woman promise never to tell Christian anything about him.
Fifteen years later, Marisol passes away. She leaves a request that Jonah come home and help Christian renovate her house. Jonah can’t refuse, even though he knows he will have to face Christian once again.
Although they haven’t seen each other in years, neither man has forgotten the other. Neither man will deny Marisol her final request either…even if it means facing their past, working together, sharing the room they had as teens, getting to know one another now as men, and discovering that the brief friendship they shared has altered into a consuming, abiding love.
What I liked about this book: It's no secret that I love rough, unadulterated passion in the books I read and while I'm not averse to a bit of romantic fluff between my men, I love when the fires ignite and they can't wait a moment longer before claiming each other... devouring each other completely. In all honesty, I like it when my men fuck like men and are rough, strong and uninhibited. Cameron Dane does that beautifully. While the many euphemisms for a good fucking abound, in her prose, they're not cheesy or Harlequinesque in any way. It's one of the many reasons, I loved this book. I'm still not sure why others only gave it 3 stars when every element of a good romance existed within the story and was heightened by raw, male sexual need. I wouldn't just recommend this book to my friends, I'd buy it for them with a few pillow packs of lube, and send them on their merry way.
Warning: The excerpt is long and scorching!
Excerpt: Christian grabbed Jonah’s hand, shoved it down over his cock, and very efficiently found the one way to shut Jonah up. Like the other morning, Christian covered Jonah’s hand and helped him find the right stroke, hissing and jerking when Jonah took over the task. Christian’s visible response pulled an answering one out of Jonah, stiffening his prick to the point where it pressed painfully against his jeans.
“Oh yeah.” Christian rocked into Jonah’s rubbing. “Just like that.” Leaning into Jonah’s body, Christian lifted on his toes until his mouth grazed Jonah’s ear. “Look at me.” He grinned against Jonah’s neck; Jonah could feel it. Just as quickly, Christian nipped Jonah’s flesh. He then took Jonah’s belt buckle in hand, working it out of the loop. “Look me in the eyes, Jonah” -- he undid Jonah’s button and slid his zipper down -- “so I can say yes.”
Groaning with need, Jonah turned his head and dipped down, searching for Christian’s lips. His cheek grazed Christian’s damp hair and rubbed over his temple and face. He finally found Christian’s mouth and stole a biting kiss. Deepening the kiss, Jonah forced Christian’s lips apart, and Christian relented, accepting the rudimentary, overeager invasion of Jonah’s tongue. He even kissed Jonah back, holding him inside with suction on his tongue. Jonah’s legs nearly buckled, and he grabbed Christian around the waist, hauling him in, nearly as much to give Jonah support as to get Christian as close as possible in every single way.
Jonah ran his hands down the base of Christian’s back and cupped his bare ass, letting the smooth, firm flesh singe his palms and set him on fire. He slid his fingers into Christian’s tight crease and grazed the man’s hole. He had never touched another person’s ass in such a way, but fuck, he already craved something more intimate. He wanted inside.
“Jesus.” Breaking the kiss, panting to regain his breath, Jonah rubbed the tip of his pointer finger over the striated entrance again. At the same time, he licked Christian’s lower lip. “You feel as good as you taste.”
Christian nibbled back on Jonah’s sensitized lips, and damn if Jonah couldn’t feel another small smile as he did it. “I just brushed my teeth.” Christian pulled at the hem of Jonah’s T-shirt and grazed his palms over Jonah’s stomach and chest as he pushed the fabric up, making Jonah shiver at the contact. “Everything is minty fresh.”
“No, it’s not the toothpaste.” Jonah lifted his arms and let Christian remove his shirt. The material swept over his head and fell to the floor, and Jonah found Christian’s gaze again. His voice gruff, he added, “It’s you.”
Light sparked in Christian’s eyes, turning them to the darkest chocolate. “God, man. The things you say… Damn it” -- he stepped back -- “look at what you do to me.”
Almost afraid, Jonah took his first full viewing of Christian’s naked body, and it stole his very breath away. Dark tan skin pulled tightly over sinewy lines of muscle owed to Christian’s athletic background, a fitness he clearly maintained beyond his retirement from professional baseball. A smooth chest with tiny brown nipples gave way to a tapered, flat stomach, lightly hairy thighs, and big feet.
His mouth dry as a bone, Jonah’s gaze traveled back up Christian’s legs, and he finally let himself stare openly at Christian’s prick: long, hard, and pointing north from within a tamed patch of dark hair. Jonah’s throat went from desert dry to full of saliva in a flash, just from looking at Christian’s erection. His own cock pushed equally fiercely, free from the confinement of zipped jeans but still trapped behind his underwear. Christian’s body posed a virtual smorgasbord of places Jonah wanted to stop and feast, but one overwhelming need hit him harder than all the rest. I want my mouth full of his cock.
“I’ve never hungered for someone before.” Jonah dropped to his knees on that confession. He felt almost as if he worshipped at the altar of another person’s body. More than that, his entire being responded to the almost-submissive thought, growing tight with the desire to possess and to be owned equally so. Christian’s stomach muscles quivered in front of Jonah, and a thick bead of precum grew on the tip of his cock, teasing Jonah’s newly unearthed needs. “But I can’t seem to stop wanting when it comes to you.”
“Shit, Jonah…” Christian dug his fingers into Jonah’s hair and forced his face up. Jonah found dark eyes waiting for him, and he swore to God they saw past the confusion, defensiveness, and awkwardness, straight into the truth in Jonah’s soul, struggling to show itself to this one person. “The things you say.”
Growling, panicked with this vulnerability, Jonah buried his face in Christian’s crotch, hiding and taking at the same time. He inhaled deeply, and the clean fragrance of soap and musky scent of man that could never be washed away filled Jonah’s nostrils, rushing through his system faster than the purest alcohol and intoxicating him as quickly. Christian’s hard, hot cock seared a burn mark into Jonah’s right cheek, enticing Jonah to turn his head and lick a line from base to tip and then engulf the dark head when taste testing wasn’t enough.
“Oh, shit yeah…” Christian bucked in front of him and inadvertently shoved more of his dick into Jonah’s mouth. “More. Fuck, take more.”
Jonah eagerly opened wider and did as asked, forcing nearly half of Christian’s cock past his lips. Salt, heat, and man burst on Jonah’s tongue, popping every taste bud and nerve ending in his mouth to excited life. He dug his fingers into Christian’s ass, holding him in place as he bobbed up and down Christian’s shaft, lapping and licking and sucking, anything that would give him more of Christian. Jonah didn’t know if he should move over Christian’s flesh or stay where he was in order to give Christian the most joy. For Jonah, he just wanted everything, all at the same time, so he sucked down Christian’s cock, only to drag all the way back up with a vacuum of tightness, and then take as much as he could back inside again.
Rumbling noises of pleasure escaped Christian and spun through Jonah, making him dizzy. He didn’t know anything about giving anyone else pleasure, but every sound Christian made, and every time Christian pumped his hips into Jonah’s face with a little grinding motion, Jonah grew increasingly excited and wanted to do more, give more, make Christian feel more, anything that would help tie them together when they were apart.
Apart. No, please. Jonah’s insides seized, and he doubled his efforts, suddenly almost panicked to make Christian come. He held Christian to him with a rough grip, one ass cheek clutched so tightly in each hand that he split Christian open in the back and inadvertently slipped his middle finger over Christian’s snug ring, filling Jonah with an aching desire to push through the snapped-shut bud. Jonah’s cock pounded with its own heartbeat in time with Christian’s, and he could think of nothing more perfect than getting inside Christian’s tight ass.
Christian thrust back into Jonah’s blunt fingertip and circled his tight pucker against the pad. “Ah, God, yeah, I’m throbbing inside for you.” Christian reached back, pried Jonah’s hand off his ass, and brought it to Jonah’s face. “Wet it, wet it.” Christian didn’t wait for Jonah to help; he forced two of Jonah’s fingers into Jonah’s mouth next to Christian’s cock, stretching Jonah’s lips and jaw open even wider. Christian braced his free hand against the wall, hissing as he looked down at Jonah, cock and fingers shoved in his mouth. “God, you’re the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Wet your fingers. I want you in my ass.”
Stuffed full, almost to the point of discomfort, Jonah had never felt more primal and sexual. He laved at his own fingers, tasting the saltiness of sweat and rich male musk. He somehow rolled his tongue around everything invading his mouth, slicking his fingers and Christian’s erection with so much saliva that it dripped down the corner of his mouth.
Right then, Christian uttered, “Oh fuck, that’s good. Need you.” He dragged Jonah’s fingers back out, pushing them into the split of his ass again, and Jonah no longer cared about the picture he made. He had Christian’s cock taking over his mouth and his fingers against Christian’s asshole, with Christian holding his hand there. For the first time in his life, Jonah thought he found the person hiding inside him; he knew who he was supposed to be.
Christian’s man.
Jonah shuddered, frightened to his core by the certainty of that thought living in his soul. Needing to hide, Jonah drove his middle finger through Christian’s sphincter and shoved his way home, breaching that tight barrier and invading the scorching channel on the other side.
“Ahh! Fuck…fuck…” Christian’s asshole squeezed down on Jonah’s finger, sucking half of it inside, where Christian’s rectum immediately started rippling all around Jonah’s digit in shivery spasms.
Instinct and the need to claim ownership took Jonah over completely, and he quickly started finger-fucking Christian’s ass in time with every suck on his cock, overwhelmed by the desire to bring Christian to his knees with pleasure. When Jonah pulled off Christian’s cock, he pushed his finger inside Christian’s ass, taking him until he could go no farther, and then pulled out his finger only to bob back in on Christian’s dick, letting Christian’s rigid thickness overtake his mouth again. Soon it wasn’t enough, and Jonah worked a second finger through Christian’s stretched ring. Christian whimpered in response, and Jonah’s own ass channel pulsed, shocking him with equal wanting. The thrill of thinking Christian would take his body in this same way rocked through Jonah at full force, and he redoubled his fucking efforts, sawing in and out faster, imagining that Christian did the exact thing to his ass.
Jonah rubbed over a raised bump inside Christian, and the man rose up onto his toes and slammed his hand over Jonah’s fingers buried in his ass. “Don’t stop.” Christian frantically tried to guide Jonah’s fingers in and out of his anus, while simultaneously grinding his backside into the fucking. “Oh God. So close…so close… Please don’t ever stop.”
Jonah tried to mumble, “Won’t,” but didn’t want to release Christian’s prick for even the second it would take to say the word. Christian pumped his hips furiously at Jonah’s face and continued to hold Jonah’s digits inside his rectum. His eyes glazed over and his mouth fell open, as if he struggled to take everything Jonah did to him. The sight of Christian was a picture of pure beauty to Jonah, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed everything.
He needed Christian to lose all control.
Unsure, but unable to stop, Jonah breathed through his nose and loosened his jaw as much as he could, and this time when he went down on Christian’s cock, he kept right on going, struggling, but pushing the tip past his throat. At the same time, he forced a third finger into Christian’s tight ass and took him to the hilt.
Christian doubled over and sank his fingers straight into Jonah’s scalp, digging deep. “Ohhhhh, shhhhittt…” His entire body jolted, his chute clamped down hard on Jonah’s fingers, and he moaned long and low in his throat, spewing ejaculate as he lost the battle and came. It seemed orgasm overtook Christian’s entire being; he filled Jonah’s throat with his hot essence, so much that it backwashed into Jonah’s mouth, where the bitter flavor covered Jonah’s tongue, cheeks, and even his teeth, tagging Jonah with ownership that he never knew he wanted.
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Love, Like Ghosts by Ally Blue
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Ally Blue delivers again with a new installment to her Bay City Paranormal Investigations series! As a huge fan of her works, I'm likely rather biased in my estimation of her talent but it is rare to find those authors whose books you KNOW (even before cracking them open) that you're going to love no matter what. All of Ally Blue's books have been that way for me and Love Like Ghosts is no exception.
Summary: Truth. Lies. A century-old mystery. What a tangled web…
A Bay City Paranormal Investigations story.
At age eleven, Adrian Broussard accidentally used his mind to open a portal to another dimension. Now, ten years later, he’s successfully harnessed his strong psychokinetic abilities. In the process, he’s learned the lessons which have become the guiding principles of his life. Absolute truth. Absolute control. Always.
Sticking to his personal code of ethics has never been a problem, until two chance meetings—one with a hundred-year-old ghost, one with a handsome, very-much-alive man—turn his orderly existence upside down.
Having grown up in a family of paranormal investigators, Adrian is intrigued by the spirit of Lyndon Groome and determined to solve the mystery of his death. Greg Woodhall, however, affects Adrian in unpredictable ways. Not only does his every touch challenge Adrian’s hard-won control over his abilities, his company quickly becomes a light in Adrian’s lonely life.
As the mystery surrounding Lyndon’s death turns sinister, Adrian’s relationship with Greg deepens into something serious. Something Adrian wants to keep. But intimacy isn’t as easy as honesty, and when the heart’s involved, the line between right and wrong can blur.
Warning: This book contains a gory ghost, a haunted castle, nerdy college parties and gay sex enhanced by psychic powers.
What I liked about this book: I always have a hard time zeroing in on ONE thing I like about Ally Blue's books but I suppose that for this one, what I loved most was seeing Adrian all grown up. It was also the hardest thing to do having read the series and leaving him in 2005 as a scared but powerful eleven-year-old.
While I recommend reading the entire series, it's not required to enjoy this one. You understand from the very beginning the struggles Adrian has with his powers and his need to keep a tight control on his abilities. The relationship between Greg and Adrian is a rollercoaster ride through a disturbing funhouse with gory ghosts, secrets and the constant ups and downs of the turmoil any partner has when faced with needing to keep a part of themselves secret. It's a great ghost story and an even better love story. Don't miss this one!
Excerpt: With Greg finally naked—except for the jeans crumpled around his left calf—Adrian planted both hands on Greg’s splayed legs and held him still so he could get a good look. God, the sight of all that smooth, pale skin exposed just for him made him want to lick, to bite, to taste. Especially Greg’s cock, lying flushed and rock hard against his belly. Fine golden hairs downed the balls drawn up tight against Greg’s body.
Adrian dipped his head, nuzzled between Greg’s thighs and breathed deep. The sharp musk of sexual arousal shot straight to his groin. Pushing Greg’s legs farther apart, Adrian sucked one testicle into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue to savor the taste of warm skin and dried sweat.
The wail he got as a result had him fighting to keep from coming, and he knew he’d better hurry if he wanted to actually get inside Greg before he lost it. With a quick swipe of his tongue up the length of Greg’s cock—because how could he resist?—he sat up on his knees, undid his jeans and shoved pants and underwear down over his hips. His prick sprang free to sway in front of him. His damp skin was so sensitive even the brush of the air nearly undid him. He bit his lip and hung on with every ounce of his hard-won control.
“Turn over,” he ordered, his voice trembling almost as much as his fingers.
Greg folded both legs up and rolled onto his knees and elbows. He shot Adrian a fevered look over his shoulder. “Hurry.”
Adrian stared at the tiny pink whorl of Greg’s anus. It always amazed him that something the size of an erect human penis would actually fit in there.
But it does. And you’re wasting time thinking when you could be fucking.
This time the voice in Adrian’s head sounded so much like Sean it was disturbing. Shoving the thought to the back of his mind, Adrian retrieved the condom packet from the floor and tore it open. He managed to roll the rubber over his erection on the first try in spite of the way his hands shook. He ripped the lube packet open with his teeth. There didn’t seem to be much in it. Dropping the packet, he slicked a finger with saliva and pushed it inside Greg in one slow, smooth motion.
“Oh, fuck yes.” Greg’s hands clenched the fabric of the futon. His spine bowed, his hips rocking backward to force Adrian’s finger deeper. “More.”
A great fist took hold of Adrian’s insides and squeezed. Leaning forward, he lapped at Greg’s hole where it stretched around the invading digit. Once he had the entire area dripping wet, he pulled his finger out enough to slip a second one in beside it. Resting his cheek against Greg’s ass, Adrian pumped his fingers in and out, in and out, twisting and scissoring. If he didn’t get his cock inside Greg soon, he thought he might explode. He was certain Greg would, considering some of the barely coherent threats being hurled at him in between the moans and wails and pleas for more. But he’d never forgive himself if he rushed things and ended up hurting Greg. So he worked Greg open with as much patience as he could muster, stroking Greg’s cock with his free hand and trying to ignore the ache in his crotch.
Finally, after what seemed like ages but probably wasn’t more than a few seconds, Adrian felt the tightness in Greg’s muscles ease. He stuck the tip of his thumb in and spread his fingers apart, just to be sure. The little opening fluttered and stretched, and Greg let out a pitiful mewl. “God, Adrian, please?”
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Friday, October 16, 2009
Love's Evolution by Ally Blue
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Okay, so I know I'm biased in my reviews of Ally Blue's books mainly because I have yet to find a book of hers I haven't thoroughly enjoyed. So when I started reading Love's Evolution I went into it knowing I'd likely enjoy it.
Summary: Love is the journey of a lifetime. Chris Tucker is a cultured and sophisticated gentleman. Matt Gallagher is a pierced and tattooed wild child. Not exactly the pair you¿d expect to become a couple. But the sparks fly between them from the moment they meet, and the fire never goes out. Through the first rush of attraction to falling in love, through jealousy and sexual experimentation and a life-threatening injury, the bond they share grows and deepens. Come along with Matt and Chris on their journey, and share their joys and heartaches, from their first hello to happily ever after and everything in between. Warning, this title contains the following: explicit homoerotic sex, graphic language, and M/M/M ménage a trois.
What I liked about this book: This book is truly a journey. Ally Blue grabs you by the
I loved that you really see their love evolve and through it all, as the reader, you remain in Chris' mind. While I don't mind switching POVs I love the way you see and feel everything as Chris does. I think it makes the reader more than a voyeur, you're now a part of these characters' lives and they're not just flat on a page... they're alive and in charge! :D Choosing one excerpt for this review is the hardest part (pun very much intended) in this book because there are so many scenes I love! My apologies Ally for posting so much in the excerpt but I absolutely loved this scene! I was laughing so hard, I had tears rolling down my face.
Excerpt: Chris glanced toward the back of the restaurant. With the camera moved to catch Troy’s relatively good side, he could see Matt’s colorful form lounging in his chosen booth. Troy and the crew wouldn’t notice him unless they turned around and looked for him on purpose. Chris liked having Matt there, his own private ray of sunshine. He smiled. Matt smiled back and waved at him.
“Mr. Tucker.” Troy sounded more than a little put out. Chris shook himself and turned to the sour-faced man sitting across from him. “If you could tear your attention away from your…your friend over there, we have an interview to do.”
“Of course.” Chris forced a smile. “I’m ready.”
“Okay, people,” Byron called. “Ready to roll. And…go.”
Troy’s face broke into a bright, cheerful smile and his beady little eyes twinkled at the camera. “Hello again, and welcome back to ‘At Your Leisure’. You’ve just witnessed one of the most popular and sought-after activities in Asheville—Chef Chris Tucker’s famous cooking class. Today, we made a dark chocolate and red wine fondue, and let me tell you, it was out of this world.”
Turning toward Chris, he leaned forward in a patently false attempt at casualness. Chris resisted the urge to recoil.
“Chef Tucker,” Troy enthused, “that fondue was fabulous.”
Chris gave him a cool smile. “Thank you very much, Mr. Waters. It’s my own recipe.”
“I hear that you have a most unusual secret ingredient, could you share that with our audience?”
“Certainly. I use just a bit of chili powder.”
Troy pulled a surprised face so fake Chris had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. The entire crew, of course, already knew what the “secret” ingredient was. He glanced over at the corner booth behind Troy’s head. Matt shoved an invisible knife through his own heart and collapsed dramatically over the table. Chris smiled.
“Chili powder?” Troy was saying. “My goodness, that is different. Why chili powder? What does it add to the taste?”
Chris watched out of the corner of his eye as Matt, recovered from his fatal wound, shrugged out of his leather jacket and started undoing the buttons on his sheer red shirt. “Well,” Chris began, “even though we use dark instead of milk chocolate, it is still chocolate, and we use a sweet red wine in the recipe, so…”
Matt, hidden in his corner and unnoticed by anyone but his lover, chose that moment to wet a finger in his mouth and rub his pierced nipple into a hard little bud. Chris stared, his train of thought momentarily derailed.
“Yes?” Troy prompted. “You were saying?”
“Oh, er…y-yes.” Chris’s gaze remained locked onto Matt, who was tugging at his nipple ring and enjoying it very much, judging by his flushed cheeks and parted lips. “Yes, well, the sauce can become too sweet, you see. That’s why I hit on the idea of chili powder a few years ago. It adds just the right amount of spice.”
Matt leaned back against the dark red leather of the booth, unzipped his pants—the purple leather ones, Chris noted without surprise—and shoved his hand down the front. Chris gulped. He was having a great deal of difficulty keeping his eyes on the man interviewing him when the man he loved more than anything in life was playing with himself in the corner.
“And why is that bit of spice important?”
Chris stared straight at Troy for a moment. “If you have nothing but sweetness, it’s boring, isn’t it? A little spice keeps things exciting.”
Troy made a face that would most likely have to be edited out later, but Chris scarcely noticed. His attention was fixed on Matt’s hand caressing his erect cock. Chris licked his lips.
“Mr. Tucker?”
Chris jumped a little and tried to focus on the interview.
“Hm? Yes?” He smiled brightly and Troy gave a barely perceptible sigh.
“I was asking,” the journalist said, laying the patience on extra-thick, “what drew you to cooking as a profession?”
Matt spread his legs and thrust his hips up, pushing into his own hand. Chris pinched himself under the table to keep from getting completely lost in the sight.
“Well,” he answered, “I, I’ve always enjoyed playing with my…with my food.”
Matt dipped a finger into the pre-come dripping from his cock and slid the sticky digit into his mouth. A jolt of desire shot through Chris.
“That is to say,” he stammered, “I’ve always enjoyed being creative with food, making up recipes and so forth, ever since I was a child. I suppose it’s just something you’re born with, because I don’t remember ever…ever feeling…any other way… Oh dear…”
Matt was on his knees in the booth now, with his pants shoved down around his thighs, pumping his cock hard with one hand and fingering his ass with the other. His eyes were closed, his mouth slack with pleasure. Chris stared and felt his own member spring to life.
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Tech Support by Jet Mykles
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This was my first read of Jet Mykles and I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed my foray into her world. I'd seen her books and posts at the Fiction with Friction and have been intrigued by the covers and summaries but never got around to reading the books I'd purchased. Tech Support has been on my iPod Touch for several months and I can't believe I waited so long to read it!
Summary: Aaron is a whiz with computers but horrible with people. Painfully shy, it’s sometimes all he can do to communicate when he’s face to face with anyone. The fact that he has unusually red hair and gorgeous green eyes only makes it worse because people don’t want him to hide.
But then he’s called upon to troubleshoot a problem with the laptop of Yoshiki Fukui, a big shot executive with his company. Ki is brash, outgoing and painfully handsome and just being in his presence makes Aaron all jittery.
When Ki asks Aaron to help him set up a state-of-the-art entertainment system in his new house, Aaron can’t resist the lure. Little does he suspect that Ki’s got more than just technical help in mind.
What I liked about this book: Mykles has a great storytelling ability that draws you into the story from the beginning. Her characters are very manga-esque in their descriptions (the beautiful, almost androgynous and shy uke that falls for the very manly seme) and Aaron and Ki fit those molds perfectly! The angst in the story plays beautifully against the extremely erotic scenes she weaves.
This was a great introduction to the amazing talent of Jet Mykles and I'm looking forward to reading her other works.
Excerpt: Aaron shuddered when Ki’s teeth closed gently but firmly on his neck. Yoshiki, his brain murmured as Ki’s lips closed the seal. The suction as he drew in made Aaron moan and clench at the other man’s shoulders. The words “need to have you” followed that terribly erotic name in Aaron’s bewildered mind, releasing his reluctance in a rush of desire. He wanted the man, but was he prepared for what that meant?
One of Ki’s hands slid from underneath Aaron to tug up his t-shirt. Ki’s lips reclaimed Aaron’s again as that hand slid over bare skin. Aaron gave up the fight entirely and wrapped his arms around Ki’s neck, sucking in the tongue that pushed into his mouth. It was Ki’s turn to moan. When Ki rocked his hips against Aaron’s again, Aaron met the move, bending his knees to make his groin more of a cradle for Ki.
Ki broke from the kiss with a sharp inhalation. Aaron panted, eyes closed and bearings shot. Ki shifted lower, pushing Aaron’s t-shirt up to his armpits. Aaron gasped when Ki’s tongue teased his taut nipple. Ki scraped his nails lightly down Aaron’s torso, making the redhead quiver; then he followed the movement at a more leisurely pace with his lips and tongue. Aaron’s legs moved at Ki’s command, adjusting so that when the blond finally backed away far enough, he ended up kneeling between Aaron’s thighs.
Green eyes met black over the length of Aaron’s bare torso. Ki grinned, hooking his fingers in the waistband of both Aaron’s shorts and the underwear beneath. Aaron bit his lip but didn’t protest, which only made Ki’s grin grow. Ki pulled the clothing out and carefully down, encouraging Aaron’s dick to nudge free of its confines and lay red and hard against his naturally hairless belly. Ki hummed his appreciation, but took the time to fully remove Aaron’s shorts and underwear before settling down on knees and elbows between Aaron’s thighs.
“Ki?”
Ki dragged his tongue up the crease between thigh and groin before he looked up at Aaron’s face. “Aaron.”
“I ...”
One dark eyebrow arched a question, but when Aaron couldn’t form words, Ki’s smile warmed. “Don’t worry about a thing, beautiful. Just enjoy.” He glanced down at the twitching dick lying before him. “I will.”
Aaron clutched the couch beneath him. Ki lowered his head. This time he dragged the flat of his tongue up Aaron’s cock from base to tip. Aaron cried out, instinctively arching off the couch. Ki chuckled, grabbing hold of his hips to press them back down before he repeated the lick. Aaron had never felt anything more heavenly. Long before Ki suckled the tip into his mouth, Aaron’s eyes closed and his brain scattered into a million pieces.
“Yoshiki,” he moaned, hardly aware that he used Ki’s full name. But the effect on Ki was immediately apparent. The blond growled softly, fingers clutching Aaron’s hips. Because Aaron’s dick was shoved deep in Ki’s mouth at the time, the rumbling made him cry the man’s full name again. Suction. Pure, raw, head-bobbing suction in a relentless, unending rhythm. Wonderful. Horrible. “Ki, I’m ... I can’t hold ...”
His dick popped briefly out of Ki’s wet mouth to allow him to snap, “Do it.” Then it was back. The sucking. The pure heaven. The maddening push until Aaron could no longer control it. His balls drew up, his hips fought Ki’s hold, and with one agonized scream, he came in Ki’s suckling, swallowing mouth.
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Saturday, October 10, 2009
Broken by Sage Whistler
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
When Sage Whistler posted on her site that this publication had been accepted by Total-e-Bound, I was excited beyond belief! I'd read Torn and was madly in love with her twincest stories and wanted more. I'm a twincest whore and will not deny it. Taboo story? Bring it on!
Summary: Sometimes bravery and love are one and the same.
Gabriel and Tristan Stalling parted ways seven years ago when their father kicked Gabriel out of the house for being gay. The years that passed were hard on both brothers. Tristan was left with his guilt and shame for not sticking up for his twin, the relentless need to please their parents, and the gnawing ache for his other half.
Gabriel manages to make his dreams of becoming a rockstar come true, but with his fame comes drugs and meaningless sex as he tries to drown out the hurt he feels when Tristan abandoned him.
As fate would have it, the Stalling twins are about to get one last chance to make things right. Both Gabriel and Tristan will be tested as never before. Not only will they have to make a choice between giving in to a love so taboo it can never be revealed or spending their lives forever broken, but they will also have to face the ghosts of their past, even the ones with the power to destroy them.
What I liked about this book: Really, there was very little that I DIDN'T like and I devoured this novella in several hours then went back and savored a few chapters again. Whistler has the uncanny ability to transport you into her stories with such ease that the world hare characters live in is both palpable and realistic.
The only thing I have to say kept this from being a five-star for me was the fact that her twins in Broken and Torn are almost as identical as their counterparts are. You have the reserved twin, the wild twin, the twincest sixth sense, etc. But where Broken breaks the mold is in the way Gabe and Tris face their demons and break through the barriers that their family and past choices have placed in their path. Not to mention the sex scenes are SCORCHERS!
Excerpt: The hands that covered his own startled him, made him jerk his head up and look at Tristan. Tristan tugged his hands down and held them in his own. Their blue gazes locked, one soul looking into its reflection. Tristan’s thumbs ran over his knuckles, sending shivers rippling over Gabriel’s skin.
“Hey, man, just tell me you’re done with Mark and you’re done with drugs.” Tristan took a step closer until their chests almost touched. “Tell me, Gabe, and I’ll believe you.”
Gabriel’s heart slammed up against his ribs in a panicked rhythm that had nothing to do with the skeletons in his closet and everything to do with Tristan’s proximity. Tristan really had to stop touching him, or he was going to go up in flames. Even knowing it was a bad idea and that he should be pushing his brother away, Gabriel curled his fingers around Tristan’s. His breath hitched, and he managed to say “I am. I’ve been clean for thirteen months now. I’m done, Tristan. I swear it.”
Tristan nodded, and a small smile curled his sensual mouth. Just like that Gabriel was absolved of his crime. He didn’t doubt Tristan forgave him, that he would think no more of it. If he knew anything about his twin, it was that Tristan had a forgiving heart, especially when it came to him.
Gabriel found an answering smile tilting up the corners of his own mouth. “Thank you.”
Shaking loose one of his hands, Tristan startled him by caressing the pad of his thumb over the skin inches away from Gabriel’s mouth. “I had almost forgotten you have a dimple here, Gabe.”
Just that simple touch, sizzled along Gabriel’s nerve endings. He groaned, and his eyes fluttered shut but quickly snapped open.
“Forgive me,” he whispered.
“Gabriel what did—” His twin started to say, but Gabriel sealed his question with a kiss.
Nothing in life had prepared Tristan for being incinerated from head to toe. He almost expected licking flames and a little devil to spring up behind him. Instead, he was met with soft, heated lips and a questing tongue. It felt like being pulled apart and put together again. Arousal shot straight to his gut and landed in his groin. His cock hardened all at once to an achingly brutal erection. Tristan groaned against the fierce pressure behind his zipper, but most of all, he couldn’t help vocalise the pleasure of his brother’s thrusting tongue inside his mouth.
Tristan captured it and suckled it gently, forgetting in his mindless arousal and hunger, the principles that forbade such activities. Gabriel surged off the door and pressed against Tristan’s body, fitting as if he belonged there. Tristan felt the same steely heat press against his erection as their bodies melded together.
Gabriel’s fingers tunnelled in Tristan’s hair, his grip desperate, his kiss even more so. Gabriel whimpered into their kiss. His teeth nipped at Tristan’s lower lip as if trying to devour him. Tristan’s mind reeled at the clear evidence of his brother’s hunger for him. An answering jolt of white-hot arousal slid into his gut, making Tristan shiver uncontrollably.
Knock. Knock.
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Monday, October 05, 2009
If All The Sand Were Pearl by Pepper Espinoza
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
This ficlet by Pepper Espinoza was my introduction to her works and I must say it was a good one. I will admit to being drawn to this book by the cover as I'm a huge fan of Gael Garcia Bernal and one of the men on the cover has a striking resemblance to the Mexican actor of "Y Tu Mamá Tambien" fame as well as the mention of the priesthood. What can I say? I have a real Hot!Priest kink streak! What kept me reading was Espinoza's lyric prose and distinctive plot line.
Summary: Love…or freedom–A Calling of Souls story–As a youngest son, Jag Martin has eagerly walked a life-long path toward the priesthood. Then his once-great family falters under a mountain of debt. Their only hope—marry Jag off to an appropriately wealthy suitor.Brace Rivers desperately wants more than just a short fling. However, his economic and political reality makes finding an appropriate male partner next to impossible. When the Martin family offers Jag’s hand, it’s a dream come true. But his suspicions mount that the young man is being forced into an unwanted marriage.Compassion wins out over loneliness, and Brace offers Jag a pearl ring valuable enough to both save his family’s fortunes and give him freedom. There’s just one thing Brace wants in return—twenty-four hours together.Brace can only pray it’s long enough to convince Jag that a life together is worth more than all the pearls in the sea.
What I liked about this book: I love the premise of this book. You're not quite sure where the story is set, this dimension, this planet, even another time altogether and you really don't care. It's a slow start but once it gets past the first few paragraphs, I was completely absorbed in Jag and Brace's relationship. It's a May/December romance mixed with arranged marriages, a virgin groom and the premise that love can grow even through the most uncertain of circumstances.
Excerpt: Brace reached over to the shelf beside the bed and snagged the lubricant and three of the smaller dildos. With those in hand, he moved down Jag’s body, tickling Jag’s back with the soft hair around his mouth. Jag wiggled, a low moan indicating his approval. Once his mouth was even with Jag’s ass, he pulled his betrothed’s cheeks apart, seeking his tight hole. Brace pressed the back of Jag’s thigh until he lifted himself off the bed, the tip of his erection scraping across the sheet. Jag hissed at the contact, and the hiss turned into a long moan as Brace dragged his tongue from Jag’s balls to his ass.
Brace sighed as the tip of his tongue found Jag’s tight ring of muscle. His skin still smelled like rainwater, but here it was a deeper, earthier scent. Brace’s cock was already throbbing, but now the ache spread through him, acute and overwhelming. He even felt it in the back of his throat. His mouth sparked and tingled as he circled Jag’s hole, coaxing and teasing the muscle. He felt more than heard Jag’s moans, vibrating through Jag and into his body.
If Brace didn’t have other pressing needs, he might have been able to simply fuck Jag with his mouth all night. He had always enjoyed pleasuring his lovers this way, and Jag was so responsive. He seemed thrilled by every motion, by every stroke of Brace’s tongue. He grew more and more vocal, voicing his approval in shouts and moans and the occasional coherent word. More. Please. Oh Goddess. Brace.
But if Brace didn’t find out soon what it felt like to be buried in this boy, he’d burst.Long minutes passed before Brace straightened again. Jag kept moving against the sheet, unable to hold still for even a second, like he had too much energy to burn off. Brace understood the impatience. He put one hand against Jag’s back, between his shoulder blades, holding him still. He didn’t want to discourage Jag’s responses, but Brace feared hurting him if he didn’t remain still.
“If this hurts…or feels uncomfortable at all…tell me.”
“I will.”
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