This is my second time participating in My Sexy Saturday but I had such a blast last week, reading all the other contributors I thought I'd do it again. Once again I'm taking seven paragraphs from my new release that just came out yesterday. This scene is from Sean's POV. All hot and bothered he decides to do what Ben Stiller does in "There's Something About Mary" before Isaiah arrives....bad Sean especially considering he gets caught! :D Now I'm off to go and visit the rest of the blogs on the linky.
When the orgasm finally released him, he caught his reflection in the mirror. His flushed face stared back at him. He looked like he’d spent too much time in the sun. Or had an earth-shattering orgasm. “Damn, I better clean up before he gets here.”
He did a quick inventory and when he didn’t see any stains on his shirt, he let his eyes drift down to see if he needed to change his pants. His spent dick had left a small smear of cum to the right of his zipper. Easing himself back in, he zipped his jeans. Then he grabbed a washcloth from the towel bar. Dampening it under the tap, he dabbed at the spot. He had almost gotten it out when a brisk knock on the door interrupted him. He dropped the cloth back on the edge of the sink. “Son of a bitch…he’s here already.”
Moving through the apartment, he double-checked the amount of cash he had in his wallet. He planned on paying for their supplies this afternoon. After all, the meal was for his benefit. “Coming.” He hollered when the knocking grew louder.
Checking his appearance in the hall mirror, he straightened his polo shirt. He hoped he at least looked presentable, but it didn’t matter, because the second he opened the door, Isaiah jerked him into his arms and plastered his mouth against Sean’s.
He gasped, the sound muffled as his lover’s tongue swiped over the tender flesh of his inner lip and into his mouth. Savoring the sweet flavor mixed with the slightest savory hint of beef, he groaned. While their tongues dueled for supremacy, Isaiah snaked one arm around his waist. Curling his fingers around a thick shoulder, Sean tried to press closer to him. The soft brush of his baby’s goatee against his face while they kissed curled his toes.
When the need for air finally overrode their passion, he tore his mouth away, his breathing rough. “Wow.”
Isaiah gave him a sensual smile. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. I’ve been thinking about kissing you all day.” He lifted Sean’s hand from his shoulder and pressed a kiss to his fingertips. His eyes narrowed, he licked his lips as if savoring the taste. “What exactly have you been doing?”
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