Sunday, November 20, 2011
Give Me One Night by KC Kendricks
GIVE ME ONE NIGHT
Contemporary gay romance
When passion changes the rules, one more night can alter the future...
Brody O’Connor joins the revelry of the yearly pub crawl, hunting a like-minded man for a night of fun and frolic with no strings attached. When a mystery man in an emerald green shirt engages Brody’s interest, it doesn’t take long for the hunter to become the prey.
Well-matched with his mystery man, Brody regrets his "no strings" approach to a night of shared passion that leaves him hungry for more. The morning after, Evan is gone, as agreed. Brody knows it was a mistake to let him go, and vows to find him.
Evan also never expected to meet someone like Brody. Now Brody wants to change the rules, and Evan decides he’ll give Brody one more night to convince him to stay.
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Evan's thighs trembled under my hands as I teased his cock with lazy flicks and slow licks. He remained still, kneeling on the bed in front me, silvered by the weak light that filtered through the drapes. I took my time learning what he liked. Light pressure against the flat mushroom of the glans, a slower stroke as I pulled back, faster as I took him in. He vibrated, as if he moaned, but no sound reached my ears until he pulled away. I ran my hands over his skin.
“Oh, God. Enough.”
Enough? I’d just gotten started on him. I tickled his balls. They drew up, tight to his body. He grinned at me.
“Stretch out, Brody. Get comfy.”
I shivered as I moved to do his bidding, kicking bedding out of the way as I sprawled back on the pillows. Evan followed, pressing me down into the mattress with the weight of his body topping mine. His mouth covered mine, stealing my breath. The heat in my belly coiled tight, like a spring, waiting. The blood in my veins sang as he kissed me, drew me out of myself and into him. The sweet ache, the mystery of what made his touch so special, consumed me.
His hands were busy as he laved my lips with his tongue. I heard the sound of a foil packet tearing. Adrenaline surged through me at the sound, the leading edge surprise. Not ready to allow him to penetrate me, I bucked against him. He grabbed my wrists, pinning me to the bed with easy strength. “Be still, Brody. Trust me.”
His grip eased. I jerked my hands free and shoved him.
Evan knocked me back to the pillows and urged me to lie still again. His fingers closed around my aching cock, and his dark head bowed over me. The searing heat of his mouth ripped an unwilling moan from my chest. Jolt after wonderful jolt of arousal swept me up into darkness as his lips and hand worked in unison. I cried out in denial as he stopped the glorious torture and I fell back to earth, panting. I’d been so close.
His hands found me and skillfully sheathed me in latex. If he’d wanted to make sure I was hard enough to fuck him, he’d done a good job.
He lay beside me, his voice rough in my ear. “I want you, Brody. Just…just don’t hurry.”
I rolled toward him and gathered him in my arms. “I don’t rush. Now you trust me.”
Yet I was rushing, past all the things I wanted to do to him, like kissing him all over. I would do those things later, after I’d quenched the crushing need to sink into him.
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GIVE ME ONE NIGHT
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