In "Stranded with the Professor," a college student and a stodgy professor get stuck. The young guy tries to engage the professor, but the older dude is coming off a bad breakup and doesn't have much to say. But, hey, sometimes actions speak louder than words... especially when you're keeping warm under a fresh pile of laundry.
Here's an excerpt from my story, "Stranded with the Professor":
Completely naked,
Jacob buried himself in laundry, which was, amazingly, still warm from the
dryer. Max was somewhere behind him, but
not touching. The professor stretched a
sheet and then a blanket over their bodies and the laundry pile, and Jacob felt
the warmth trapped next to his skin, even as the coldness of night encroached through
the windows.
“Closer,” Jacob said.
For the longest moment
in the history of everything, Max didn’t move.
And then he did.
“You won’t tell your
parents…?”
Jacob smiled. “I won’t tell them if
you don’t tell them. Whatever happens.”
Max drew closer. His body heat met Jacob’s back,
and then his skin did. Chest to back,
arms circling around, hard cock lodged between two very receptive ass
cheeks. Yes, thank you! Jacob couldn’t get over the mass of that erection,
or the heat coming off of it. The
professor’s arousal encouraged his cock to grow big and thick. God, he ached to touch it, but he was frozen
in place. Couldn’t move a muscle.
“If I’ve been rude to
you, I apologize.” Max hugged Jacob
hard, then planted a hot kiss at the crook of his neck. That mustache tickled, but Jacob didn’t
laugh. “I’m not type to talk about my
emotions, but I appreciate your compassion—more than you’ll ever know.”
Jacob warmed from the
inside out. “You can do anything you
want to me. I mean it. Anything.”
A grizzly growl emerged
from deep in Max’s throat. He sieged
Jacob’s neck with kisses, sweeping his mustache up its length and then down
Jacob’s shoulder. Was this really
happening? Jacob was about to lose his
gay cherry to a professor from his very own school? Never in a million years did he imagine this
happening.
A hot hand met Jacob’s
dick, and he gasped. He seriously
couldn’t believe how good this felt.
Nothing like touching himself.
Nothing like the rare occasions on which he’d been able to convince a
girl to touch it. Max’s hand was
practised and sure. It wrapped around
Jacob’s erection like a serpent, then tightened, tightened, then stroked. God, if he wasn’t careful he’d come before
anything really happened.
“Feels good,” Jacob
said, his throat clicking between the words.
“So good.”
Max didn’t say
anything, but his staggered breath on Jacob’s shoulder said more than words
ever could. Jacob wondered if he should
reach back and paw at the professor, but he felt nervous about that idea. He didn’t know what he was doing, so he just
let Max do all the heavy lifting.
The professor’s hand
streaked up and down Jacob’s erection, and the rampant friction warmed his
thighs and his belly. If the plan was to
generate heat, it was sure as hell working!
***If you want to pick up a copy of Snowed In, it's available from Ravenous Romance: http://www.ravenousromance.com/anthologies/snowed-in.php
I didn't find it on Amazon, but I assume it's coming.
Happy Winter!
Giselle
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