Saturday, August 3, 2013

#MySexySaturday {10}: His Just Desserts

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. 

   Growing up in a foster  home in  a small Midwest
   town,  Sean  Whitcomb  planned  from the day he
   turned  sixteen  to  somehow escape. And he does 
   to  the  big  city of Des Moines at a lawyer’s firm. 
   Now up for a shot at a partnership, Sean needs to 
   deliver the  goods,  and  it's  not  what  he  thinks. 
   No, it's family style meal for the founding partners 
   and their spouses. Which causes Sean a major iss-
   ue,   because not only is he single gay man, but he
   can’t cook to save  his  life and his boss is expect-
   ing  a home cooked meal – complete with a family 
   or there will be no partnership offer.

   In desperation, Sean turns to  the  man  he left be-
   hind  in   his  pursuit  of  the  golden  ring,  Isaiah 
   Waterston.  Not only is Isaiah  hot enough  to still
   turn Sean’s crank but he’s also a world class chef 
   at one of the  hottest eateries in  town.  Now all he 
   has to do  is convince the man he’d  left  behind to 
   give him a single night of his time, prepare a mouth
   -watering meal and  pretend to be  his  lover  for a
   few  hours.  Sounds  easy right?  Well,  it  is  until 
   Isaiah attaches his own stipulations – he wants an 
   entire weekend  with Sean at his mercy.

Seven Paragraphs: 

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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1 comment:

  1. Oh now that was yummy Dakota !!! Thanks for hopping again, hope you come back next week too :)