You can now purchase Love Bites over at Torquere books, where you can find my first published story, "Catseye."
Here is a snippet of the story:
He nearly leapt out of his seat when soft hands began to knead his shoulders. He got as far as sitting up, but Cooper kept up the gentle massage. "Cooper?"
"You’re so tense," Cooper murmured, digging in to the tight muscles around Jason’s neck.
Jason groaned. Cooper’s hands were obscene. "God, you’re good at that."
"That’s not the only thing I’m good at," Cooper whispered, breath warm at Jason’s neck. He licked along the lobe of Jason’s ear.
Jason stiffened, undoing all of Cooper’s hard work. "Cooper, stop it." Damn it, that was all he needed, Cooper screwing with him like this. He had just gotten his mind wrapped around the girl from the coffee shop, gotten his body to think in terms of curves instead of hard angles. And now this?
Cooper ignored him, soft lips making contact with Jason’s neck. He tilted his head away from Cooper, giving him better access. The gentle nibble turned into a full-on bite, Cooper sinking sharp teeth into Jason. When he began to suck, Jason bucked up, the sensation going right to his cock. God, he’d like to feel that suction somewhere else.
He reached up and clamped onto Cooper’s hands on his shoulders. "Dude, you have a girlfriend," he managed to gasp out, holding on to a shred of dignity.
Cooper stopped sucking, giving Jason the chance to catch his breath. "If she was here, my girlfriend would be sitting in the corner directing..."
Jason pushed those strong hands off of him and managed to slide out of his chair. He moved so that the table was between him and Cooper, trying to gain control of his unruly body. Cooper looked bereft, staring at him with sad eyes, hair stuck up in all directions and face flushed a deep red. He bit his pink lips, and Jason wanted to crawl over the table and take that lower lip between his own teeth.
"I know you want me, Jason. I see you watching me when you think I’m studying." Cooper started to walk around the table, in slow measured steps, like he was trying not to spook a wild animal.
Jason backed away, unable to take his eyes off of Cooper, who moved with predatory grace, eyes smoldering and heavy-lidded as he licked his lips. Jason’s back came up against something hard - a set of shelves - and he stopped cold.
"Am I wrong?" Cooper stopped just short of Jason. His arms darted out and grabbed the shelves behind Jason’s head, trapping Jason between them. "Tell me you don’t watch me. Tell me you don’t get hard every time I suck on a pencil."
"Cooper," Jason said, not recognizing his own voice. He never sounded so hoarse and breathless. "Yeah, Cooper, yeah..."
Here is a snippet of the story:
He nearly leapt out of his seat when soft hands began to knead his shoulders. He got as far as sitting up, but Cooper kept up the gentle massage. "Cooper?"
"You’re so tense," Cooper murmured, digging in to the tight muscles around Jason’s neck.
Jason groaned. Cooper’s hands were obscene. "God, you’re good at that."
"That’s not the only thing I’m good at," Cooper whispered, breath warm at Jason’s neck. He licked along the lobe of Jason’s ear.
Jason stiffened, undoing all of Cooper’s hard work. "Cooper, stop it." Damn it, that was all he needed, Cooper screwing with him like this. He had just gotten his mind wrapped around the girl from the coffee shop, gotten his body to think in terms of curves instead of hard angles. And now this?
Cooper ignored him, soft lips making contact with Jason’s neck. He tilted his head away from Cooper, giving him better access. The gentle nibble turned into a full-on bite, Cooper sinking sharp teeth into Jason. When he began to suck, Jason bucked up, the sensation going right to his cock. God, he’d like to feel that suction somewhere else.
He reached up and clamped onto Cooper’s hands on his shoulders. "Dude, you have a girlfriend," he managed to gasp out, holding on to a shred of dignity.
Cooper stopped sucking, giving Jason the chance to catch his breath. "If she was here, my girlfriend would be sitting in the corner directing..."
Jason pushed those strong hands off of him and managed to slide out of his chair. He moved so that the table was between him and Cooper, trying to gain control of his unruly body. Cooper looked bereft, staring at him with sad eyes, hair stuck up in all directions and face flushed a deep red. He bit his pink lips, and Jason wanted to crawl over the table and take that lower lip between his own teeth.
"I know you want me, Jason. I see you watching me when you think I’m studying." Cooper started to walk around the table, in slow measured steps, like he was trying not to spook a wild animal.
Jason backed away, unable to take his eyes off of Cooper, who moved with predatory grace, eyes smoldering and heavy-lidded as he licked his lips. Jason’s back came up against something hard - a set of shelves - and he stopped cold.
"Am I wrong?" Cooper stopped just short of Jason. His arms darted out and grabbed the shelves behind Jason’s head, trapping Jason between them. "Tell me you don’t watch me. Tell me you don’t get hard every time I suck on a pencil."
"Cooper," Jason said, not recognizing his own voice. He never sounded so hoarse and breathless. "Yeah, Cooper, yeah..."
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