Slay Ride by Josh Lanyon

Author:Josh Lanyon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: historical romance, crime fiction, male male fiction, lgbtq
Publisher: JustJoshin Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2019-04-18T16:00:00+00:00

The mattress was like sinking into summer grass. It even smelled faintly of sage and lemon balm. James quivered as he felt Rob’s hand groping softly, yet knowledgeably. It was foreign and embarrassing and exciting to be touched like this, so intimately.

Kind of like he had imagined, and kind of not.

In his dreams, clothes had just fallen away, and he had not really thought too much about the mechanics of things. He had never considered there would be any uncertainty on Robert’s part or that he might be expected to take a more active role.

“Do you like this?” Robert asked softly, his finger stroking across the opening between James’s butt cheeks. “Is it okay if I touch you here?”

James nodded, half-smothered beneath the pound of his heart and the heat suffusing his body. “Yes.”

Jesus Christ. That Robert’s finger was there…

A crazy fluttering started in his belly and rose up to his chest. Like a swarm of velvety, honey-drunk bees.

“I can touch you so it feels really good. It could hurt a little too at first.”

In his boyish fantasies, he hadn’t expected to have to make choices—and nothing had ever hurt.

“Yes, do it,” he breathed. “Do whatever you want.”

“It has to be what you want too.” Robert’s voice was even softer.

“I love you so much,” James said. He hadn’t meant to say it at all, let alone burst out with it like that, but it was such a big truth, too big to hide anymore.

“Shhhh,” Robert said quickly. And then, “I know.”

He wet his finger and pressed his fingertip into James’s hole. It was startling and did not feel particularly nice.

“Don’t tighten up,” Rob whispered, and James made an effort not to tense as he waited for whatever was going to happen next.

“I read about the Greeks,” he offered.

“Hm?” Rob sounded absent. He pushed his wet finger in a little farther, pulled back, pushed in. Little rhythmic thrusts that were distracting at first, but then started to feel good. The friction was exciting.

James gulped. “Gosh. That’s…”

“You like it?”

“I…think so.” He felt a funny thrill in the pit of his belly.

“Here…” Rob changed position, took James’s hand and placed it on his cock, which was straight and true as an iron flagpole on Armistice Day. “Just like if you were pumping yourself.” He guided James’s hand up and down. “Yeah, that’s good, Jamie. That’s exactly right.”

The angle wasn’t quite right, and how could he know if Rob liked the same things he did? But somehow it didn’t matter. Rob’s skin felt like suede stretched over muscle and bone. To be allowed to touch him—to feel Rob pushing up into his grip—it was almost too much to take in. The knowledge that he could give pleasure, that he was giving pleasure, was even better than what Rob was doing to him—and that was starting sparks at the base of his spine, sensation tingling up his spine to the base of his skull.

“Yes, keep going,” Rob urged, all the while touching James in that intimate, exquisite way.

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