Thursday, May 29, 2014

Tease Me Thursday - Remember Him

Welcome to the Tease Me Thursday blog hop! This is the 12th week of TMT.

When it's not quite Friday, and you're feeling like some fun from your favorite authors and authors you haven't met yet. Come on in, have a seat, and most of all... have fun! For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or even 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published.

For this week's tease, I've chosen a little more from my story REMEMBER HIM, which I had posted on my blog a few years ago. I'm now re-writing a bit and editing before I submit the work to publishers. Enjoy!



The drive was long and silent, but our lusty glances and heavy breathing—not to mention the way we both kept adjusting our pants around rock-hard erections—spoke volumes. After half an hour, it was unbearable. My dick felt like it was being pierced with a red-hot poker. My balls drew up so tight that it brought tears to my eyes, and I couldn't figure out why I was quite so hard. Then it occurred to me that I had gone ten years without sex.

That did it.

"I'm sorry, but… Ican'tstanditanymore." I knew even if I came twice right then, it still wouldn't be a problem getting it up again when we got home. I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out, smearing pre-come around the tip and over my hand.

Freyr jerked the wheel, but then recovered as he snuck peeks at my show, licking his lips and smiling. "You torture me, my love."

There were no long, slow strokes, like foreplay; there was only, quick rough pounding and I screwed my eyes up against the painful pleasure. Within minutes, accompanied by a loud, long groan, I came hard, trying to catch the blasts with my hand. My strokes slowed and I stared at the come that covered my hands… and the dashboard.

I grimaced. "Sorry, Freyr. I didn't—"

His eyes were locked on my hand, which loosely cradled my dick. He pulled off the road and slammed on the breaks. With trembling fingers, he took my wrist and dragged the flat of his tongue through my come. If the act was intense for me, it was fucking mind-blowing for Freyr. His grip on my wrist tightened, and he worked his tongue over my hand like he was starving, gently nipping, and then sucking my fingers hard.

It was the most erotic thing I'd ever witnessed. I wondered if it was like drinking my blood in a way. "Do I taste good, Freyr?"


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Julie Lynn Hayes
MA Church
JC Wallace
Andrew Jericho

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