SEXcerpt from Wedding Heat 3: Skinny Dipping

Fun Fact: The success of Wedding Heat: Skinny Dipping has inspired me to write more gay erotic romance... like my story "Gypsy Psychics Can't Be Wrong" which will be included in an upcoming anthology from Evernight Publishing. ("Lover Unexpected: Manlove Edition" is a friends-become-lovers antho coming out in early August. Stay Tuned!)


Wedding Heat: Skinny Dipping Blurb

Joey’s a virgin.  That’s not the sort of thing he’d admit to most people, but when he meets Greg at his cousin Maggie’s luxury woodland wedding retreat, he finds himself freely admitting to this embarrassing quality.  Joey and Greg hit it off right away, teasing and taunting each other, but when Greg casually mentions that he’s gay, Joey isn’t sure how to react… not until a bunch of the guys strip naked for midnight skinny dipping in the man-made lake.  Something tells Joey he won’t be a virgin for long!


EXCERPT:

He’d never touched another guy’s dick.  Sure he knew what to do with his own, but would that be good enough for Greg?  This guy was obviously experienced.

Grasping Greg’s shoulder, Joey searched underwater, splaying his hand against Greg’s belly and following it like a pathway.  Everything was smooth, so smooth, and he shuddered when softness met hardness.  With his fingertips, he played along the topside of Greg’s shaft, then traced his thumb around the super-soft skin of that bulbous cockhead.

“Oh fuck,” Greg gasped, shivering and shaking, bucking closer to Joey’s body.  “Fuck, that’s good.  Yeah, wrap your hand around it.”

Greg tightened his grip on Joey’s cock to get the message across, and Joey heard it loud and clear.  He closed his hand around Greg’s cock the way he would if he were jerking off, holding that hard shaft at the base and pulling on it so the skin covered Greg’s cockhead.

There was something wonderfully familiar about touching another guy’s dick.  It was almost like touching his own, but not the same.  Familiar, but strange, exciting, and it gave him a sense of accomplishment.  Joey’s heart raced, pounding in his ears like the water lapping against his chest.  He pulled on Greg’s cock hard and fast—maybe too hard, maybe too fast.

“I’m gonna fucking come,” Greg said, his voice a whispered whine.

“What, already?”

But it seemed like Greg couldn’t hear him.  “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” Greg’s eyes pinched closed.  “I’m gonna come so fucking hard all over your fucking hand.”

The very idea of Greg spurting jizz all over him made Joey’s cock surge against Greg’s fist.  He could feel himself approaching that itch, that edge, but every time he got close he seemed to back off, and he realized it was the alcohol’s fault.  He’d drunk a hell of a lot more than Greg had.

“Yeah, fuck me,” Greg whimpered, his voice small, almost inaudible.  His fist wouldn’t quit, shuttling wildly up and down Joey’s shaft as Joey returned the favour, pushing and pulling at record speed.  All the while, Greg repeated, “Yeah fuck me, yeah fuck me, yeah fuck me…”