Vespar by Thianna Durston

Author:Thianna Durston [Durston, Thianna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-63477-392-8
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2017-01-04T00:00:00+00:00

“MARCOLM.” VESPAR’S voice was husky. Marcolm blinked his eyes open. Warm brown eyes stared at him and his breath caught. It was still pitch-black outside and the car wasn’t moving. He wanted to ask what was going on. He wanted to ask where they were. But all he could do was stare as Vespar leaned toward him.

Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, he recognized what was happening and he met Vespar halfway. And suddenly Vespar’s lips were on his. They were rough and needy and Marcolm grasped on to his shoulders as Vespar pressed him back against his seat. Want zoomed through his veins as Vespar pressed the tip of his tongue against Marcolm’s lips and he opened to the assault.

And it was an assault. Vespar checked out each part of his mouth, taking ownership in ways Marcolm had never once considered. Marcolm whimpered, wanting more. A deep rolling chuckle from Vespar’s chest sent his desire through the roof, especially when Vespar finally touched him. He grasped hold of Marcolm’s dick through his jeans and gently squeezed, driving Marcolm out of his mind.

“More,” he moaned into Vespar’s mouth as he pressed his palms against Vespar’s back and mapped out all the muscles he felt there. Damn but Vespar was amazing. His entire body was hard muscle. And Marcolm could hardly wait to hold the one between his legs.

“I want,” Vespar rasped and grasped at the zipper of Marcolm’s jeans.

“Yes,” Marcolm hissed as he continued to rub over Vespar’s back.

And then hot flesh took hold of his. Vespar’s palm wrapped around his dick and pulled it out of his jeans, making him cry out at the exquisite sensation. So hot. And he held Marcolm just the way he liked. Firm and hard and…. Marcolm shook his head when Vespar removed his hand. “Don’t stop.”

It was difficult to think when Vespar pulled away, grinned at him, and spit on his palm before wrapping it around Marcolm’s cock again. “Oh yes.” Marcolm’s eyes slid back in his head at the wonderful torture as Vespar slid his palm down and up, capturing the precome that glistened on the end and then sliding back down again. Each tug sent Marcolm into waves of pleasure, and watching it happen just made it a million times better.

But he didn’t want to sit there and take it. He wanted to touch Vespar too. As Vespar released him to reach below and tug lightly on his balls, which made Marcolm squeal at the wonderful sensation, he reached down and unzipped the fly on Vespar’s jeans. He pulled out Vespar’s heavy, thick cock and groaned at the wetness already coating the tip.

“I’ve wanted you since I saw you,” he said in a husky voice as he palmed the tip and then squeezed his way to the base.

Vespar grunted in what sounded like pleasure. “What you do to me, Marcolm Rogers.”

And Marcolm wanted to do so much more. He—

Startled awake, Marcolm sat up and looked around, momentarily confused. Just a moment ago he and Vespar were giving each other mutual hand jobs and now… oh.

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