Wrestling Within - Morning Wake up Sex

Hey everyone: 

Started the next chapter of the third Wrestling Within book and Derek and Scott decided wake-up sex was in order. Enjoy! 

The next morning Derek and Scott had a class together. Music was one of Derek’s passions and Scott had electives to complete, so he decided to learn a bit about Derek’s talent. Maybe he’d even be able to give a shot at mixing himself if he learned enough.

Stretching his arms above his head, Scott savored the way his muscles strained in protest before shaking the remnants of sleep. His cock was straining in his boxers. The fact he had a clear view of Derek’s twin only served to fuel his horniness.

Slipping his hand along Derek’s abdomen, he wriggled his fingers under the waistband of snug briefs, deftly wrapping his slender fingers around Derek’s heated mast. Derek groaned and arched his hips into Scott’s hand, then cleared his throat. “Morning.”

“More like morning glory.” He felt a smile slip across his face as devilish thoughts filtered into his head. Leaning into Derek’s neck, he brushed air-light kisses on the soft skin, trailing a path down to his collarbone, down his chest and stomach, until his cheek nestled against Derek’s naval.

He inhaled deeply, savoring the rustic scent of sweat and arousal, then worked the barrier of fabric down Derek’s legs until they bunched at the foot of their bed. There was no instinct to draw his longing out, nor Derek’s

In one smooth motion, he swallowed Derek’s cock all the way to the base, delighting in the mixture of salt and semen stimulating his taste buds. He traveled up and down Derek’s length, each trip causing the vein at the back of Derek’s shaft to thicken and pulse.

When the first droplet of precome entered Scott’s mouth, his reserves burst. Releasing his prize, he slid back up Derek’s body and captured him in a heated kiss.

Derek tried to withdraw. “Scott. Morning breath. Yuck.”

“Does my breath stink? Shit.” He hadn’t considered that Derek would complain after waking to a blow job.

“No. My breath. I feel like a skunk crawled up another skunks ass and farted in there.” He smiled, but covered his mouth.

More determined than ever, Scott crawled on top of Derek, straddling his waist. “Do you think I give a shit about that?” He leaned down and kissed Derek once again, reaching behind him so he could fondle the hardened length of flesh brushing against his ass.

More precome adorned the crown and he used the slickness to coat Derek’s dick, then rubbed it against his own hole. Without speaking, he shifted his weight and sank onto Derek until the head popped through his tight ring of muscle. The burn only lasted a second, followed by blissful electricity flowing through him.

Derek gasped, but made no move to stop him.

Encouraged, Scott lowered his weight, stopping every inch or so to adjust to the stretch, then continuing his journey. When he finally seated himself against Derek’s pelvis bone, he paused, luxuriating in the sense of fullness and connection.

Derek’s eyes were closed and his lips pulled into a dream-like smile. Normally, Scott insisted they maintain eye contact during sex, but this morning wasn’t about tenderness. He wanted to feel Derek inside him, rough and manly, until he blew his load all over that beautifully toned chest. Or maybe he’d straddle Derek’s neck and come all over his face. He wouldn’t know until the moment was upon him, but the possibilities were endless.

Derek began to buck up in tandem with Scott’s rocking, rutting against his sweet spot with each stroke. It didn’t take long for Derek’s breath to become ragged and then his eyes to squint with that ecstatic sense of euphoria which always preceded a massive orgasm.

“Scott. Not gonna be able to―” He couldn’t even finish his sentence as his cock expanded even more inside of Scott, jutting inside him with each pulse of his release. Gargled sounds emitted from somewhere deep inside Derek’s chest as he fought to contain the shout itching to fill the room. Sweat formed on his chest and pooled in the crevice between his pectoral muscles, the rest of his skin shining with moisture.

Heat filled Scott from the inside out, and each movement of Derek’s body sent his head reeling with pleasure until his own limits were reached.

Raising himself, he felt the fullness of semen and come filling his ass. He slid up Derek’s body and straddled his neck, not recalling having decided to do so, and gripped his own cock in his right hand, stroking it feverishly as his orgasm built up inside.

Derek tilted his head up and opened his mouth, a clear invitation for what he wanted Scott to do.

All too willing to oblige, Scott angled his cock so the head pointed directly towards Derek’s awaiting lips just as the first wave of his orgasm his. The first gush of come coated Derek’s lips, the bulk splashing against his cheek. Derek gripped Scott’s ass and pulled him closer, wrapping his lips around Scott’s cock and swirled his tongue around the over-sensitized skin just under the crown.

The heat brought on a new rush of need and Scott’s body bucked a few more times, unleashing more of his fluid into Derek’s mouth. Once the waves subsided, he slid down Derek’s body and licked the stray ropes of white liquid from Derek’s cheek, then sealed their mouths together in a sloppy kiss.

Derek slid one hand behind Scott’s neck, holding him in place, as he ran his tongue in circles inside Scott’s mouth. They kissed for what felt like several minutes, the pungent flavor of their essence fueling another hard-on from both of them.

With the sense of urgency sated, Scott, slid into a more comfortable position, his head resting on Derek’s chest. “Well, that was a great way to wake up.”

Derek laughed weakly. “Don’t I know it? Now if I can get my legs to move, we can shower and then grab some breakfast and head to class.”

Meant For Him - - coming soon

Hey folks.

After almost a year of nothing, I've finally come out from under my writer's hole in the ground and am plugging away at new stuff. There are two stories coming very soon. The first is called Meant For Him. It follows the first title Meant For Each Other (MFEO), not exactly as a sequel, but by focusing on a secondary character from the first book.

Andrew Jamieson was Jeremy's boyfriend in MFEO. They'd been together for eight years, but while Andrew had skyrocketed professionally, Jeremy had remained content to continue in his current path of teaching. Andrew's desire to live life ion a manner parallel to his increased wealth, became dissatisfied with Jeremy's stagnation and problems brewed. It was my intent in the first book to keep Andrew a likable character. He and Jeremy weren't right for each other, but Andrew was still a good guy who needed to get his priorities in order.

In this second book, Meant For Him, he meets Peter Johnson (yes, both first and last name refer to a certain appendage). Peter is a bartender at an East Village bar and he, like Jeremy, hasn't progressed much since his graduation from college. Unlike Jeremy, Peter had aspirations but was too afraid to follow through. Andrew, afraid he'll do the same thing to Peter he did to Jeremy, tries not to push, and in the process of getting to know Peter discovers something about himself he never knew before...something that helps to explain why he and Jeremy weren't meant to be.

True to my style, I put my characters through self-doubt and angst before they find their HEA, but I feel like that torment makes the ending so much more worth celebrating.

The book is currently in revisions and will be available through Ai Press soon.

If you haven't read Meant For Each Other, it was one of my earlier books and despite the cheating in it (which I did catch some flack about) is a story I really enjoyed writing. The book can be purchased at Ai Press, Amazon, ARe, Barnes & Noble.

Thursday Therapy - Chris Molina

Bishop! He's the light of my life and the greatest sorce of stress. Bishop Dumonte Molina, the perfect blend of myself, Cameron, and Abby. He possesses the best of all of our talents and strengths. He's fast, strong, smart, compassionate. He will have mental abilities as well as physical. People will be drawn to him and not know why. But did I do the right thing in constructing the perfect child?

Sure, I don't see any outward signs of abnormality and I can't detect any wrongness internally. All systemns function better than the average person (hell, better than the above-average person). But still, I can't help but wonder what will happen once he comes into his powers.

It's a little rediculous to think of this sweet young boy, baby really, as an adult. My worries won't come to pass for decades...if they come to pass at all. Still, there's something deep inside that rankles my nerves. Did I do the right thing?

All it takes is one look at those big, blue, pure eyes and I know I couldn't live in a world where Bishop didn't exist. I suppose I'll just have to have faith and believe that things really do turn out for the best in the end.

Unfortunately, that hasn't always been the way things have worked out for me on my journey. Not with my family and not with my nephew, Anthony. I lost so much. I couldn't bear to suffer a loss like that again. Especially when I have built what I consider to be a true family with Cameron (my life), Abby (my rock), and Bishop (my hopes and dreams).

Only time will tell and dwelling on things I can't change certainly won't help anyone.

Thursday Therapy - Justin Franklin

So people have been asking me about my relationship with Martin and up til now I've been remaining pretty tight-lipped, but now I kind of feel like I need to set some things straight...well, maybe straight isn't the right word, but you catch my meaning.

So as you know, I kind of got the crap knocked out of me and Martin was treating me all gentle and timid. That aggitated the shit out of me by the way. But many of you are asking if I like the fact that he's so protective.

Well, to answer in a word...yes! Who wouldn't love having a boyfriend who treats them like they are something precious. But in another word, my answer is also NO! You have to understand, Martin's a big guy and likes to take charge, but he also likes to protect and for most people that's great.

As his boyfriend, there are times I don't want protection. There are times I want him to throw me down and take me. There are times I want him to forget about my feelings or my physical needs and to just use me for his own pleasure. What he doesn't get is when I look into his eyes when he's lost in a moment of passion, it's the greatest turn on in the world to me. It could happen at work when he's pissed at some tweaked out perp or it could be right after he's had a premonition and the urgency of what he's seen can be immediately read on his face.

But when he's on top of me, inside me, and he's lost in a moment of pure, physical release. Man, I come in two seconds flat when I see that expression on his face.

So if you see him and are talking about me, feel free to give him the hint that he should be a little more selfish in the bedroom. For some reason he won't listen to me. But I love the big guy. Under all that muscle and bravery is the heart of a teddy bear. My six-foot, bulked up, tanned-to-perfection teddy bear.

Thursday Therapy - Andrew Jamieson

Welcome to Therapy Thursday where you can talk to my characters, see what's going on with them, and get inside their heads. Sometimes I'll give you updates on what's happening in their lives. Other times, I'll start writing about characters who I haven't included in books yet.

Come visit me each Thursday so you can learn about and continue your relationships with the characters you love, hate, whatever!

DH

It's been almost a year and I still can't figure out why I was stupid enough to let go of the best thing that ever happened to me...Jeremy. I mean seriously, he was so fantastic. Sweet, hot, kind. And all becasue I didn't think he made enough money.

Ok, to be fair, it wasn't that. It was that I thought he wasn't living up to his potential. The thought behind pressure I placed on him came from the right place. It was just the wrong thing to do. I'm amazed he stayed with me as long as he did.

Don't get me wrong. Jeremy deserves the best and Craig is the best...for Jeremy that is. But it doesn't make it any easier to see how happy ther are together. And I can't bring myself to sever ties with him. He's too important to me and always will be.

I suppose it's that I'm drowning myself in work. What with the depressed economy and companies going bankrupt left and right, it's a wonder I've managed to continue to do so well at Goldman. Then again, since it's the only thing I do with my life now, I guess it's not so surprising at all. At least I'm successful in that area of my life, even if it's the ONLYT area I'm putting any energy into. That and working out.

Peter has turned out to be a great workout buddy. He's strong, enjoys pushing his muscles to the limit, and isn't afraid to sweat. My kind of man except for the fact he's just a bartender. Shit. That's the kind of thinking that pushed jeremy away. That's the kind of thinking that has landed me alone, one-dimntional. Unhappy.

Well, whatever. Peter has indicated on more than one occassion that he wouldn't be averse to hooking up. lord knows I need to. But he's a friend. i don't know if I want to go there. What if we do and he wants more form me? I can't return his feelings. He's completely wrong for me. What do we have in common besides a love of working out?

Fuck it all to hell. This thinking is only getting me frustrated. I'm off to bed.