It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have an excerpt from Royal Lines, Boston Rebels #4, written with RJ Scott.
Please do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so please be kind if you find any mistakes.
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
His playful smirk disappeared as lust blossomed. The sun was low in the sky, slanting through the patio doors to warm his hair and face with butterscotch and pink. I wet my lips. I did love butterscotch.
He whispered something in Nordic, what it was I had no clue. He could have been calling on Odin’s crows to come shit on my head for all I knew. I gripped his lean hips just as he fell forward, catching himself with locked arms, hands resting on either side of my head.
“Top or bottom?” His voice was thick like maple syrup on a cold day.
“Both.” I slid my hands into his hair, enjoying the soft feel of it on my fingertips.
“Good, good, me too.” His mouth crashed down on mine, his tongue skimming over my bottom lip. To hell with this slow hand stuff. He didn’t have much time and my dick was now totally in charge of Marquis. Not always a good thing. A whispered warning about trifling with the prince wafted around the inside of my skull. When his tongue met mine that whisper blew right out of my ear and was gone. Maybe the swans would hear it. My hips rolled in time with his, cock scrubbing cock. Our tongues tangled and sparred, each of us giving and taking. He tasted of sweet coffee.
“Too many clothes,” I huffed when we broke apart for air.
Great scene.
Wow! Scorching!! Love the butterscotch reference – so perfect. Great heat. I hope they can stay together.
Wonderful erotic scene, very sensuous and full of color and scent.
very sensuous scene!
Great snippet!
Oh that was hot! Beautiful imagery! I love the comparisons. Great job!