Okay, in about a week, Can't Be His will released. Fair warning, this is a short story so if that's not your thing, you may wish to skip this offering in the His series. You don't have to read it to read any others as it is a standalone. I wrote it by request from someone I worked with named Roach. Instead of having you comment if you'd like to win a free copy of the story, please email me at authorshawnlane@gmail.com with the simple words "I'd like to enter". The winner will be chosen when the story is released Labor Day weeked. Thank you!
When Alexi’s coach wants him to train for the World Championship in another state, however, Roach is forced to examine his feelings before he loses Alexi, possibly for good...
Excerpt
...Roach crushed the slighter man to him, so tight he was almost afraid he was squashing him, but he didn’t loosen his grip. He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent that was Alexi. Roach’s dick hardened. The prospect of fucking Alexi’s tight ass made him light-headed. And then there was that thing Alexi had mentioned before.
He released Alexi just enough to be able to look at his beautiful face. “Do you really like to be spanked?”
Alexi grinned wickedly. “Oh, yeah. Come with me.”
He let Alexi lead him to Roach’s bedroom and they undressed each other quickly. They’d have long enough to linger over such things as undressing other times. Right now, he wanted Alexi beneath him naked and hot and begging for release.
Ah, fuck.
Falling onto the bed with Alexi, Roach framed the man’s face with his hands, lowering his lips to just inches from Alexi’s. Now that the moment was here he could hardly believe it.
“I’ve wanted to taste your lips for so long,” he whispered.
Alexi cupped his jaw. “What are you waiting for? Kiss me.”
He crushed his mouth to Alexi’s, the plump lips parting under the assault, a sigh escaping Alexi. God, they were better than he imagined. He tasted them, over and over, slanting his mouth over Alexi’s like a starving man. Their tongues twirled, danced, caressed, and, finally, unable to help himself, Roach sucked Alexi’s tongue into his mouth.
He wanted to spend hours…days…a lifetime like this. But his leaking prick brushed against Alexi’s thigh, and Alexi reached down and closed his hand over Roach’s straining shaft.
“Ah, damn, Lex,” he breathed, trapping Alexi’s lips for a possessive, demanding kiss.
His lust fogged brain struggled for thought. Lube, condoms. He needed those. He wanted to be buried in Alexi and fast. His palm itched to feel soft, round flesh jump at contact.
Focus, Roach...
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