Welcome to Sunday Snog. This week I have a bargain boxed set for you to grab. Brit Boys: On Boys is a set of eight super sexy novellas that includes my story The Chase and for this weekend you can grab it for just 99c/99p. All stories are written by British authors, characters are British and the locations are in the British Isles so you can really get a feel for the UK when you start reading.
Here's a steamy snippet from The Chase.
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Steve's killing time working in a comedy club. Why not? It makes him laugh and both the clientele and the comedians are not just fit but also great company. One stand up joker decides to create a wild goose chase for Steve and his ex Robert. Cavorting around Cardiff on a frosty night, however, does more than just show them the way to a threesome, it also reveals the reasons why they should give each other one more shot.
“Ah...” Robert said, raising his eyebrows. “I still have the magic touch.”
“I had a semi before you kissed me,” Steve said, running one hand up to the back of Robert’s head. He curled his fingers into his overlong strands and felt the warmth of his scalp.
“Mmm, but that isn’t a semi, Steve. That is a full-blown hard-on.”
“Tell me about it,” Steve said then moaned. “I’ll have to sort it out later.”
“No you won’t.”
“You offering?” Steve said, then tipped his head and batted his eyelashes a
couple of times.
“Fuck yeah, but not later.”
Steve pouted. What was all this for then? “When?”
“Now,” Robert said. He suddenly released Steve and took his hand. “This way, quickly.”
“What?” Steve said, looking around. “Don’t be crazy, they’ll have CCTV here.”
“Not in those trees they won’t. Come on. Live dangerously for once.” Robert tugged Steve and began to walk with purpose. “You used to like that, being on the edge, taking risks, letting me take the lead.”
And I still do.
Steve jogged along with him, staring at the dark thicket of evergreens. His cock was straining at the zipper of his jeans. Just Robert offering to sort him out had sent a new rush of blood to bloat it further, then to start talking about taking risks and taking the lead. Oh, Robert knew how to push Steve’s buttons all right.
They left the path and the cold, grassy ground was crunchy underfoot. They ducked beneath several branches until it was almost too dark to see anything other than Robert’s silhouette and the trunks looming around them.
“We shouldn’t, not really, this is all so...”
“Quick? Dangerous?” Robert pushed Steve up against a tree so that his back was pressed hard onto the bark. “Really fucking hot?”
“Well, hot, yeah, but...”
“Stop worrying,” Robert said, leaning close.
His warm, damp breath sent a scurry of pleasure over his scalp then down his spine to his arse. His hole trembled and his balls tightened.
“Stop worrying and let me remind you how I used to make you feel, Stevie.
How I can make you feel again if you’ll let me. Tonight, on a trip to London, at home in my bed, your bed...our bed.” He slid his hand down Steve’s body and cupped his cock through his jeans.
“Oh, God, yeah...” Steve said, letting his head fall back against the tree. “Damn it, touch me, remind me. Robert I...”
“Shh, I know.” Robert found the button on Steve’s jeans and popped it open. The release of the confinement drew yet another moan from Steve’s throat. “I’ve missed you so much,” Robert murmured into the shell of Steve’s ear.
“Kept wanting to tell you but couldn’t find the right time.” “And this is it?”
“As good as any.” Robert drew down Steve’s zipper then delved his hand behind his underwear and gripped his erection.
Steve, gasped, reached out and gripped Robert’s shoulders. “I’ve missed you too.”
“I just bet you have. ’Cause you know damn well that I can keep you coming all night, drain those cute little balls of yours dry and leave you exhausted but happy.” He pulled Steve’s cock out between the gap in his trousers and into the cool air.
Steve clenched his belly muscles and stared upwards at the eerie canopy. He could make out a few tiny patches of night sky through the top branches.
“Oh, yeah, I’ve missed this cock and how fucking responsive it is.” Robert rubbed, root to tip, then slid the tip of his finger through Steve’s slit.
A shiver attacked Steve’s body, not with cold, but longing. “More,” he gasped, shutting his eyes. “More.”