EROTIC M/M EXCERPT
Whoever mentioned women?
always preferred sex over drinks.” A naughty smile crossed his lips. “I
had the crazy notion there was a special person waiting just for me. To
hop from one bed to another seemed the best strategy to find him, so I
did a lot of…hopping.”
Unable to tear his eyes away from the compelling green gaze, the pirate grinned. “Not the faithful kind, I suppose.”
“Never believed in it. I always liked fooling around with whoever caught my fancy, but mostly my…dick.”
A shiver ran down Drake’s back as the dream returned forcefully to the
fore. Martin’s look seemed unequivocal and for a moment, the pirate
wondered what it would really feel like to taste something completely
different. His shaft twitched, reminding that, in the haste to get
something to drink, he had not bothered with underwear. So what if Martin notices it? And a delicious thrill ran down his spine. “With your looks, I’m sure women must’ve been all over you.”
“Whoever mentioned women?”
Drake was not sure he had heard correctly over the painful thumping in
his ears that drowned every other sound. But Martin’s hand gripping his
rising shape left little doubt to his meaning.
“They’ve never been, nor will they ever be, my first choice.” Then he dipped his head.
Before the pirate had the time to recover his wits, Martin’s warm palm
was already holding the rigid stem, skillfully freed by nimble fingers.
Drake gasped at the unexpected pleasure of the devil’s warm tongue
wrapping around the bulging head, swelling its already considerable
size in the matter of seconds and unleashing a fierce battle between
violently conflicting emotions. A part of him protested to the
treatment, insisting he end it immediately, stopping Martin’s seductive
lip slide and returning the cock to the safety of his pants. But it was
already too late, Drake realized, settling more comfortably against the
couch’s back to facilitate Martin’s avid attentions.
And the devil did not wait for further invitation. Drawing the
demanding cock inside, he sucked greedily until Drake felt his tip
touching the edge of Martin’s throat. With a groan, he pushed up his
hips to take the fatal plunge, but Martin stopped him by curling his
tongue around the bulging head, holding it steady while continuing to
lap it generously.
Drake leaned back. A blowjob had never satisfied him in his life. Women
simply had no idea where a shaft wanted the tongue to lavish its wet
attentions, following their own inspiration, which often did not
consider a man’s likes or dislikes. Besides, he had the feeling most
did not even like doing it and he was more than fed up with
half-hearted attempts. So he usually did not encourage the practice,
fearing it would only disappoint him in the end. Martin though, knew
exactly where to direct his slithering tongue and how much pressure to
apply. Running smoothly on the long length, he inflamed the base of the
bulging head, driving Drake crazy with scorching desire, especially by
squeezing his balls lightly, sometimes dipping down to suck them before
returning to his favorite part of the equipment.
Drake groaned again in sweet delight. Not only did the Irish devil love
cocks, judging from the energy and passion he devoted to them, but he
also paid a special tribute to an area most women neglected. In fact,
Martin’s every effort worked in one direction alone, to make him come.
And surprisingly enough, the pirate knew he would for the first time in
his life, his cock responding beautifully to the exciting stimulation.
Drake had never felt it harder or thicker as it pressed on Martin’s
cheek, hit his palate, strained to plunge down the throat, battled
against the tongue’s vicious attacks. It felt blissful, especially
after Martin’s hands stepped up their tantalizing skin slide, matching
the pirate’s steady hip swing until his stunning release filled the
blond devil’s mouth with repeated powerful jets of hot fluid.