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Wednesday’s Work in Progress…
It’s been a while since I shared one of these, but I thought I’d post a little snippet from A Grand Prix Romance, book 7 of the International Men of Sports series. đ Â It’s what I’m working on right now and Devon and I hope to have it finished by the end of the week. Yay!
Hope you like it.
A Grand Prix Romance copyright c. 2014 T.A. Chase and Devon Rhodes
Excerpt-
A fleeting thought raced through Johannâs mind. What would happen if Paolo wanted to stay around after the race was over? Could he deal with that? No one else had ever wished to see more of Johann. He rolled his eyes. Sure there had been some who wanted more than Johann had been willing to give them. Heâd never been able to imagine himself settling down with a woman, and those were the ones who tended to cling.
âJohann,â Paolo called his name.
Blinking, he shot a glance over at Paolo. âWere you asking me something?â
Paolo snorted. âI hope youâve been paying better attention to the road than you have to me.â
âI could drive this with my eyes closed,â Johann bragged as he slowed down just a little.
âIâm sure you could, but there are mere mortals who use this road, and theyâre the ones I donât trust.â
He could flatter Johann all he wanted, but Johann knew Paolo wasnât as confident about Johannâs driving skills when it was dark out and Johann was distracted. He didnât blame him because the winding mountainous roads of Monaco really werenât the places to not pay attention to the pavement in front of them.
âWhat did you want to ask me?â He brought the conversation back to whatever Paolo had been trying to ask him.
âYour friend doesnât care if you use his place?â
Something told Johann that wasnât the original question. He wasnât going to push. âNo. He had to go out of the country for a business emergency. Usually heâs around during Grand Prix week and he hangs out with me down in the city.â
The road leading to the house came up on his left and he slowed even more so he could make the turn. Johann drove along until he pulled in front of the stone home. He turned the car off and they sat there for a moment, staring at the facade of the building.
âIs your friend Prince Albert?â Paolo asked.
Laughing, Johann climbed out of the Maserati. âNo. Itâs a little ostentatious, isnât it? Itâs an ancestral home.â
After leading the way up to the large wooden doors inset with brilliant stain glass, he smiled at the older man who held one of them opened for them.
âThanks, Jacques. I appreciate you being willing to let us in.â Johann motioned towards Paolo. âThis is my friend, Paolo.â
âSirs.â Jacques inclined his head to both of them as he accepted their jackets and Johannâs keys. âMaster Benton informed us you would be coming tonight. Dinner is ready in the small dining room. Iâve opened the merlot you were fond of the last time you visited.â
âMarvellous.â He grabbed Paoloâs hand then dragged him down the hall. âBentonâs cook is as good as any five star chef Iâve ever met. Youâre going to die when you taste his food.â He greeted the young lady standing by the door. âHey Milly.â
âMonsieur Wetl, it is good to see you again. When you are finished with dinner, donât worry about the dishes. Weâll take care of them.â She stepped out of the way to allow Johann and Paolo to enter the room.
The small dining room was aptly named. It held an oak table that seated only four at one time. It was covered with an antique lace tablecloth and set with light blue china plates. Crystal glasses and sterling silverware completed the elegant look of the dinner setting. A gorgeous teardrop crystal chandelier hung over the table, but it had been wired for electricity, letting them dim the lightning slightly to bathe the red roses in the centre in shadows.
Johann hoped Paolo didnât think it was cheesy. He had a romantic streak and liked to treat his lovers to special moments. He didnât get a chance to do it very often, and he admitted it was his own fault since he had a tendency to let them walk away. Yet he readily admitted that most of the problem was his because he hadnât hung on to them. There was always another race in another country that he had to win.
He held out a chair for Paolo who cast him a speculative glance before sitting. After taking his own seat, Johan picked up the bottle of wine to pour out a glass for each of them. Right before he put any in Paoloâs glass, he paused.
âDo you like merlot?â He hadnât thought about the fact that Paolo just might like red wine–or wine in general.
Wednesday’s Work in Progress….
Since I’m working on Saint Petersburg, the last of my Fallen books, I thought I’d share a snippet of a story that is on my list to write, but hasn’t been claimed by a publisher yet. It’ll sit there until I decide which one to give it to, then I’ll move it up the list. đ
Guilt’s Not So Loud copyright c. 2014 T.A. Chase (I’ll be changing the name of one of the characters obviously…lol)
Excerpt:
People were watching him. He knew it, but couldnât bring himself to care. All he thought about was how to get his drunk ass up the front steps of his house and inside without losing all the contents of his stomach. Of course, it didnât really matter because as soon as he went inside, heâd throw up anyway. He saw that as a sign that he needed more to drink.
His head dropped forward and he ignored the tears dripping from his cheeks. Nothing mattered any more. He didnât understand why he kept getting up in the morning. He should just stay in bed until he died. It was fitting after what heâd done. No one would miss him. He didnât have any friends. They had all been Melissaâs and with her gone, none of them came around to see him.
âAll right, Gerry. Letâs get you inside.â
Looking up, he blinked his blurry eyes to see Burke, one of his neighbors, standing next to him.
âWhy?â Gerryâs laugh grated out of him. âDonât want the neighborhood looking bad with the drunk in the front yard.â
âYouâre scaring the women and children, man.â
Burke crouched next to him, and rested his hand on Gerryâs shoulder. Gerry snorted and wiped his face.
âIt doesnât matter. None of it matters anymore. Theyâre gone, Burke, and I canât get them back.â
âI know, Gerry, but you have to get a grip. All this drinking is just killing you.â
âMaybe thatâs what I want. Maybe I want to die too.â He stared down at his shaking hands. âMaybe itâs my punishment.â
âPunishment for what? You werenât driving the car that killed them. Heck, you werenât even there when they died.â
Gerry winced, not wanting to remember the night Melissa and Rudy, their little boy, died. âI shouldâve been, but Melissa and me had a fight. She was going to her motherâs for the night. Itâs my punishment for not loving her enough.â
He whispered the last part, sort of hoping Burke didnât hear it. It was the first time he voiced his thoughts out loud for the outside world to hear. He doubted anyone would understand what he meant. They would offer platitudes and patronize him, but he knew what he knew. And it was that he hadnât loved Melissa enough to keep her safe.
But Christ, he would have done anything, even died, for his son, and that was the guilt eating him alive every night. It wasnât Melissa he was mourning, it was Rudy.
 âMaybe youâre right. Maybe your familyâs death is Godâs way of punishing you for not loving them enough, but Iâm not sure thatâs true. I donât know much about God. He might be a vindictive bastard.â
Again, Gerry blinked at Burke, trying to make sense of what the man was saying.
âCome on. You need to get inside and to the nearest bathroom before you empty the contents of your stomach. Iâm not going to be the one cleaning that shit up.â
Wednesday’s Work in Progress…
I thought I’d share another excerpt from Losing Sight of the Target. đ I’m actually working on St Petersburg, the last book in my M/F Fallen series. Need to get that done. Have two sets of edits to go through as well. It’ll be a busy next couple of days, but I’ll push through it…lol
So here you go:
Losing Sight of the Target copyright c. 2014 T.A. Chase
Excerpt:
They got in line and grabbed some breakfast. Nate gestured to a table where some of the other skiing team sat. Justin nodded to them as he took a seat.
âHey man, whoâd you fuck last night?â
He jerked his head up and stared at Rob, one of the cross-country skiers. âWhat do you mean?â
âDude, your roomâs right next to mine.â He grinned. âHeard your bed bang against the wall a couple times last night.â
His cheeks on fire, Justin dropped his gaze to his plate. âUmmâŠâ
âLeave him alone, Rob. Not everyone is a complete man whore like you and sleeps with anyone whoâll have him. Plus heâs a gentleman and doesnât kiss and tell.â Nate punched Rob in the arm.
Justin appreciated Nate stepping in. Heâd never told anyone that he trained with that he was gay. Mostly because it simply never came up. It wasnât like he was hiding it or anything like that. If someone had asked him point blank about it, heâd have said something.
âFine, but just let me know if Iâm going to be hearing any more of that because Iâll put on my headphones.â Rob winked at him.
âLike you werenât doing the same damn thing,â Peter, Robâs roommate, said as he joined them. âI walked in on him last night. Who were you fucking? Oh yeah. One of the German snowboarders. I had to leave.â
âThat bad,â Justin joked, trying to get over his embarrassment.
âOh she was hot, but I couldnât stand there looking at his blindingly white ass for another minute.â Peter ducked the slap Rob aimed for his head.
The joking and laughter continued while Justin finished eating. When he and Nate were both done, they threw away their trash then went to meet up with their coach in the gym.
After a few hours, Justin returned to his room to change into his outdoors ski clothes. He was excited to get outside in the fresh air and stretch his legs. He wasnât the type of guy who liked to spend too much time inside. Going over to his dresser to grab his gloves and sunglasses, he noticed a flash of sliver hanging from the mirror. He removed the chain and brought it over to the window so he could examine it. It wasnât there when I left to go to breakfast. How did he get in here again?
The pendant was of a rifle layered on top of a pair of skis forged out of silver like his bracelet. He ran his fingers over it, loving how the roughness of the edges and raised lines told him what it was without him having to look at it. Justin took off the tag attached to it and read it.
âGood luck. Love, Câ
He tugged the note away before he put the necklace on. Arranging everything so it rested on his chest under his shirt, he touched it one more time before heading out. He needed to keep his head on his events and not the mysterious man who kept appearing then disappearing after fucking Justin stupid.
âWhat took you so long?â Nate yelled from where he stood next to a bus that was going to transport them to where the cross-country and biathlon events were going to take place.
âSorry.â Justin wasnât about to spill his guts to Nate, not about Caesar anyway. Something told him Caesar didnât want anyone to know he was around, not that anyone would know who Caesar was. At least Justin didnât think Caesar was famous or anything like that. Oh hell! What the fuck do I know about the man? Heâs a contract negotiator or something like that. He comes and goes like a ghost. And I really like him.
How could he like Caesar when he didnât know the man? All theyâd done was have sex and talk a little bit. It wasnât like theyâd dated for months. Two nights together didnât constitute a relationship, though it did feel like Caesar was courting him by sending gifts.
âHey Justin.â
He looked up to see Nate staring at him. âWhat?â
âGet your head out of your ass and pay attention. The next two weeks are going to be the most important in your life, do you understand? If you want any shot at medaling, you need to focus.â Nate frowned. âI know thereâs something going on with you. I can tell by how Norman looks at you, but you have to push it out of your mind.â
âActually I wasnât even thinking about that,â Justin admitted. âI was trying to figure something out in my head, but youâre right. I have to forget about it all and live in the moment. Thatâs the only way Iâm going to achieve what I want.â
They settled into their seats with some of the other people heading up into the mountains. Justin nodded at one of the Norwegian biathletes heâd competed against in the world championship events. The man nodded back before slipping his earbuds in.
Wednesday Work in Progress…
Today’s WiP is Footsteps of My Father, Book 3 in the Rags to Riches series. This book features Patrick, Ion’s best friend, and Winston, the head of the London office for Bellamy International. Adrien, Patrick’s boss and Ion’s fiance, thinks Winston is getting a little too serious and believes Patrick is just the right guy to show him how to loosen up. What none of them expected was for Winston and Patrick to fall in love and all the difficulties that would entail.
Here’s a little excerpt from Footsteps:
Footsteps of My Father copyright c. 2014 T.A. Chase
Excerpt:
âWe can order take out and have it delivered,â Patrick murmured, nuzzling Winstonâs jaw.
âSounds good to me.â
Winston tilted his head back and Patrick bit the edge of Winstonâs chin then licked a line along his throat to where his pulse stuttered in the tender triangle of skin. He sucked on it a little and Winston shuddered.
Patrick leant back to get enough room and undid Winstonâs tie. After pushing it out of the way, he unbuttoned the manâs shirt, baring Winstonâs chest. Whimpering, Patrick caressed the light blanket of hair covering Winstonâs pecs and nipples. He rearranged his own body so he could put his lips on those copper pieces of flesh. He pinched the right one between his teeth then tugged.
âOh shit!â Winston arched his back off the seat, almost knocking Patrick off his lap.
âHold on to me. I donât want to fall on the floor and hurt myself. Iâd never hear the end of that,â he warned.
He wasnât sure if Winston heard him but he grunted when Winston grabbed two handfuls of his butt to yank him closer. Patrick kept working Winstonâs nipples; one after the other until both were red and more than likely aching.
When Winston fumbled with his belt, Patrick sucked his stomach in so Winston could get his fingers in to get Patrickâs pants open. He shivered at Winstonâs touch on the small of his back right above his crease. Then Winston pressed his fingers to Patrickâs lips and he took them in, getting them as wet as he could.
His loverâs chest called to him again, so he let Winston go before focusing back on those hard nubs. He played with them, twisting them a little to draw moans from Winston. Patrick jumped when Winston rubbed his wet fingers over his hole.
Taking a deep breath, he tried to relax while pushing back. Patrick bit his bottom lip to keep quiet as Winston invaded his inner channel with his fingers. Soon he rested his head on Winstonâs shoulder while rocking onto them. Winston twisted and nailed Patrickâs gland. It was like electricity shot through him and Patrick moaned.
âTouch yourself,â Winston ordered.
Shifting as best he could without dislodging Winston, Patrick got his hand around his cock then started stroking.
Wednesday’s Work in Progress…NSFW
I have three different works in progress at the moment, but I’m only going to share one with you. lol
This one is Losing Sight of the Target, and it’s about Justin, who is a biathlete, on his way to the Olympics, but he’s received some bad news that will affect his future. Caesar is the guy he runs into at the hotel bar. đ Â It’s for Amber Allure’s Winter Games PAX, which will be out at some point this year…lol. Not sure when. I only know when my deadline is.
Losing Sight of the Target copyright c. 2014 T.A. Chase
Excerpt-
Caesar Gikas rotated his shoulders, releasing the tension in them before he raised his hands to knock on Justinâs door. His meeting had run a little longer than he planned and it had been more difficult as well. Yet the thought of coming back to Justinâs room was what got him through.
Hesitating, he wondered about it. Was this the right thing to do? Justin had gotten bad news and Caesar had a feeling like he was taking advantage of the younger man. He shouldâve never approached Justin while in the bar waiting for his contact to text him. But thereâd been something so sad and angry about him that Caesar couldnât pass up because he saw a little bit of himself in Justinâs expression.
Why was he worried about Justin? It wasnât like they were starting a relationship or anything, and Justin had consented to him returning. Hell, the man didnât have to send him his room number if heâd changed his mind.
Shaking his head, Caesar knocked on the door. He stuck his hands in the back pocket of his jeans. Heâd stopped at his room to change before heâd come over. Heâd also stuffed a couple condoms and single-use packets of lube. Caesar didnât know if Justin had supplies or not, and he wanted to fuck Justin, so heâd brought his own.
His jaw dropped when Justin opened the door. Standing in front of him, Justin wore only a pair of black boxer-briefs.
âJesus, Justin. Youâre gorgeous.â Caesar pushed in, forcing Justin to give way.
The manâs blond hair was cut short on the sides and left longer on top to curl. His face was thin with high cheekbones and a strong jaw. Startlingly dark eyelashes framed Justinâs bright green eyes.
Caesar trailed his gaze over the rest of Justinâs body. It was obvious Justin worked out a lot and was an athlete. Well-muscled chest and rock hard abs made Caesarâs fingers itch with him wanting to trace the curves. He couldnât wait to run his tongue along the vee cut of his hips and waist. The cotton fabric of his briefs covered Justinâs thick thighs.
After kicking the door shut, Caesar snaked out his hands to grip Justinâs hips and yanked him tight against him. He brought his head down to crush his lips to Justinâs. Sweeping his tongue into Justinâs mouth, he tasted mint and a unique flavor that had to be Justinâs alone. At some point before Caesar got there, Justin had taken the time to brush his teeth.
That made Caesar feel like he was important to Justin, which he knew deep inside was foolish since theyâd just met, but he still liked the thought. He slid his hands down to grab handfuls of Justinâs tight ass, encouraging him to jump.
Justin wrapped his legs around Caesarâs waist and he carried his soon-to-be lover over to the bed where he fell forward. He twisted at the last moment so he was the one on the bottom. He didnât want to hurt Justin.
He bit Justinâs bottom lip then sucked on it to ease the sting. Caesar pushed his hips up to rock his groin into Justinâs. Justin moaned as he scrambled his hands over Caesarâs chest. Maybe he was trying to get a hold of Caesarâs shirt to get it off him. After sitting up for a second, he stripped his T-shirt away then tossed it to the floor.
âYouâre so hot,â Justin muttered as he ran his hand through the hair covering Caesarâs chest.
He knew what he looked like and had heard more than his fair share of compliments since he was a teenager. None of them had mattered in the least except for what his looks could get him. Yet hearing that from Justin touched a small part of him that heâd thought heâd hidden away.
After working his hands under the waistband of Justinâs briefs, he flexed his fingers to dig into that firm flesh. âI think youâre wearing too much clothing,â he joked.
Justin jumped off him then stripped. When he went to climb back on, Caesar urged him to kneel over his chest and place his knees in his armpits. Justin grinned once he figured out what Caesar wanted. Wiggling forward just a little bit more, Justin took a hold of his cock.
Caesar opened his mouth and Justin rested the head of his dick in Caesarâs mouth. After he wrapped his lips around it, Caesar ran his tongue over the spongy glans, licking up the pre-cum leaking from Justinâs slit. He curled his fingers into Justinâs ass then encouraged him to start moving.
The first thrust in, Caesar relaxed his throat to take him all the way in. He hit the back of Caesarâs throat and cut off his breathing for a moment. Before he started to panic, Justin slid out enough to let him take some air in. Caesar filled his lungs and pinched Justinâs butt.
Wednesday’s Work in Progress…
First off, Devon Rhodes and I have a new blog/site where you can stop by to find out news about our International Men of Sports series. Updates, covers, excerpts and maybe a contest or two along the way. Plus if we do any other co-authored works, we’ll be posting them there as well. đ Here’s the link to it if you’d like to check it out.
Now the snippet I’m posting today is from London, Fallen Book 7. I know it’s a M/F book, but it’s what I’m working on at the moment…lol. This happens to be Mika’il’s book. He’s the archangel and the guy in charge of all the Enforcers (who are like good fallen angels) đ
London copyright c. 2014 Tiffany Aaron
Excerpt:
âAre you seriously threatening me?â He couldnât believe what he was hearing coming from the true demon.
âYes. You might kill me, but I donât care. I will protect her with my life. Itâs bad enough that creature comes around all the time. Now Iâm going to have to deal with you as well. I havenât ever done anything wrong in the thousands of years Iâve been on this earth. Why am I being tortured by angels?â
Russell snarled, but Mikaâil wasnât afraid of him. Why would he be since he was the strongest angel in heaven? Heâd faced down Lucifer Daystar and stood firm when the fallen came to the gate to beg for forgiveness.
The only thing heâd ever been afraid of was disappointing God. No true demon would ever make him cower. He surged to his feet then took one step forward to brace his hands on the desk. He leant over to put his face right in Russellâs.
âDonât you dare threaten me, demon. Iâve dealt with your kind from the moment of your creation. You donât scare me. I can destroy you with a thought.â He growled.
To his surprise, Russell didnât back down. In fact, he pushed to his feet and stood inches away from Mikaâil. âI know you can, but I donât care. I love that girl and sheâs gone through hell all of her life. She doesnât need you bothering her about why sheâs painting you. Why canât you just let it go?â
âI canât let it go because sheâs painting scenes of a part of my life where I lost the only thing that ever mattered more to me than God. How does she know these things? Who is she and how does she know me? Is she here tonight? I want to meet her.â
Russell blinked before slowly sinking back into his chair. âOh my God.â
Mikaâil felt his eye twitch at Russellâs use of God like that, but he let it go because he saw the shock in the demonâs face. âWhatâs so shocking about that? That I could fall in love with someone? That I could find joy in a mortal?â
âYouâre him.â
âIâm who?â Now Russell wasnât making sense.
âI really thought that he was the guy, but while he does come around a lot, he never seemed to look at her like youâd think a guy would look at the woman he loved, you know.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about. You knew about me.â
Russell shook his head. âNo. I knew about the man in the paintings. She sees him in her visions and dreams all the time. She doesnât know why she sees him. Hell, she doesnât understand why she has to paint all these scenes and things.â He pressed his hand to his mouth. âIâm not sure sheâll be able to handle meeting you. How do I tell her that sheâs been dreaming of the most powerful archangel in heaven? I mean she tells me that she believes in heaven and hell. That angels and demons haunt the world she finds herself in at times. She even considers him an angel, even though I know heâs not even close to being one.â
âWho are you talking about?â Mikaâilâs mind spun. Listening to Russell babble was going to drive him insane and he never thought that would happen. Especially after having to deal with Lucifer all the time.
âUmmâŠno one important.â Russell winced after he said it like whomever he had been talking about could hear him. âJust a friend of hers.â
Wednesday Work in Progress…
So I’ll be giving you another snippet from Brazil…or the actual title is Bump Set Score in Rio. đ Got that figured out this week. In the homestretch and should have it finished by next Monday. Yay! Then we’ll be heading off to Monaco for the Formula One Grand Prix and a little gambling. đ
Have a great day.
Bump Set Score in Rio copyright c. 2014 T.A. Chase & Devon Rhodes
Excerpt-
Diego launched himself into the air to try and get the ball before it hit the ground, but the small cloud of sand puffed up inches beyond the tips of his fingers. Sand went up his nose and into his eyes. After he pushed to his feet, he clapped his hands together to clean them.
âItâs all right, dude. Weâll get the next one.â Carlos slapped his ass as he went past to his position on the court.
He nodded, pushing the lost point out of his head to focus on the next. They had lost the first game, eleven to twenty-one, and were behind in this one by four. He didnât want to lose this match because he wasnât ready to go home yet. In the round robin tournament, theyâd already lost one match and if they lost this one, they were out. If they won, theyâd still have a chance.
âYouâre a bit of a klutz,â Phineas, one of his opponents, called out as they got ready to play the next point.
Diego shook his head. No point in arguing with the truth. He did have a bit of a problem staying on his feet, but it didnât usually show itself on the sand. If heâd been walking across the lobby, he could trip over a crack that wasnât even there.
Most of the time, the trash talking didnât get bad, though he had come across some guys who didnât know when to shut the fuck up and it would get intensely personal. Of course, a few of them didnât speak Portuguese, so he had no way of knowing what they were saying. Those he did, heâd learned to let those insults roll off his back.
Phineasâ partner, Ynavo tossed the ball into the air then did a jump serve right at Carlos. His friend bumped it into the air in just the right angle for Diego to pass it back to him. Carlos leapt up, his hand connecting with the ball, and nailing it back towards Phineas and Ynavo.
Diego tensed, ready to move right or left, depending on where they sent the ball, but he watched as it fell between the two of them. The referee blew the whistle and gestured to their side of the court.
âPoint to Melo/Barbosa.â
âThat was a dirt dessert,â Carlos commented on the fact it was a sweet kill and Diego gave him a high five as he jogged back to the service line.
âWatch this.â He grinned before spinning the ball on his palm. They had this match. He knew it even though they might be behind. Diego did his own jump-serve, aiming for the middle of the court.
The ball hit in between Phineas and Ynavo. The two men glared at each other, but didnât say a word.
âHoly shit, man. They totally hubby-wifed it,â Carlos crowed as he congratulated Diego on his serve. âHow did you manage that?â
âNot sure, but neither of them looked sure about where they were standing, so I figured they hadnât decided who would get the pass when I hit it.â Diego wiggled his eyebrows and chuckled. âLetâs finish it.â
They took the next four points then the next game. Diego hugged Carlos before trotting over to shake hands with Phineas and Ynavo.
âGood match, gentlemen.â He slapped Phineas on the shoulder.
âAye. Well, drinks are on you tonight.â Phineas poked him in the arm. âWeâll meet you two in the lobby later on. Good luck with your next match.â
âYou also.â
Diego and Carlos went back to the waiting area. Theyâd try to relax and stay loose for their next one which would be the winner of the match just starting. Diego stretched a little then found a quiet spot where he could stretch out and listen to his Ipod. He and Carlos would come up with a strategy once they discovered who theyâd be playing. He wasnât overly worried. He closed his eyes and let the samba music fill his mind.
Wednesday’s Work in Progress…NSFW
Today’s Work In Progress is Brazil…book 6 in the International Men of Sports series. We haven’t come up with a title yet, but it’ll come to us eventually. đ
This one is going to be hotter than the first five…not necessarily the characters themselves, but they have sex in the first chapter. đ which is faster than our other guys have done it. lol Here’s a little sexting between Diego and Pablo.
Here’s a sexy snippet for you all.
Brazil copyright c. 2014 T.A. Chase & Devon Rhodes.
Excerpt:
If I was there, Iâd wrap my hand around you and stroke you hard. Because I wouldnât let you do it by yourself.
Groaning, Pablo dropped the phone then undid his pants as fast as he could. Lifting his hips, he shucked his jeans and red briefs down then kicked them away. Now his cock was full and aching, and he didnât waste any time in getting the lotion out.
A naughty idea occurred to him, so he slicked up his hand and gave his erection several hard pulls, just like Diego had described. When he was at his full arousal, he pulled up his T-shirt past his nipples, wiping some of the excess lotion off on the fabric in the process, then opened his camera function and aimed. He snapped a selfie looking down his abs at his erection, then sent it to Diego in lieu of typing a reply. Once it had sent, he loosely held the phone in his right hand while he continued to pump his cock with the left.
Santa sé mierda! Warn a guy before you send a pic like that.
Pablo grinned, enjoying the reaction. He had no idea what Diego was doing–for all he knew he could be in a business meeting or something. The thought of some random paper-pusher glancing over and getting an eyeful of his dick pic got him hot.
You do have a gorgeous cock, queridos. I remember how it felt fucking my mouth.
âFuck yeah.â Pablo worked his hand along his dick, knowing it wasnât going to take much more to get him there. He didnât want to stop and type anything at this point, so he just pictured Diego in his head, his heated expression as heâd looked down at him in the alley, his absolutely stacked physique.
Are you jerking off now?
He banged his head on his pillow a few times then let go of his protesting cock. âI seriously need speech to text.â He sat up and ripped his shirt the rest of the way off then used it to clean his hand.
Wednesday Work in Progress…
Okay, so this snippet is from Close the Distance, which is Book 2 of the Rags to Riches series. This book starts the day after Remove the Empty Spaces ends. Now RtES is available for pre-order right now and will be available for early download on Friday and general release on the 31st. Â As soon as I get the information on Close the Distance, I’ll let you all know when it’ll be available. Of course, I need to finish it first which I plan on doing today and tomorrow. đ
Here you go:
Close the Distance copyright 2014 T.A. Chase
Excerpt: (NSFW)
âDo we have everything?â
Ion turned to look at Adrien as he wandered through their suite of rooms. âI think so, but if we donât, itâs not like your mom can send them back to the city for us.â
Adrien frowned. âYouâre right. I just feel like Iâm forgetting something.â
Reaching out, Ion snagged Adrien then pulled him close, encircling his waist. He tugged on the blue silk tie his lover wore. âI told you not to get dressed up to meet my parents.â
âWhat do you mean?â Adrien glanced down at his white linen dress shirt, silk tie, and tailored black pants. âThis isnât dressed up.â
For him, no it wasnât dressed up. Not when the man wore thousand dollar suits to the office every day. For Ionâs family, a tie like that was for church, weddings and funerals. He trailed his fingers through the curls at the nape of Adrienâs neck before taking the tie in hand to remove it.
âTrust me. You donât need a tie for dinner.â He tossed it onto the bed then pressed open-mouthed kisses along Adrienâs jaw. âIâd suggest you change your whole outfit, but I donât think youâd feel comfortable in anything else.â
âI do have jeans and T-shirts, Ion,â Adrien commented as he tipped his head, giving Ion more access to his neck. âI thought Iâd try to make a good impression on them during our first meeting.â
Ion hummed, not interested in talking about his parents any more. He brought their lips together while he started to unbutton Adrienâs shirt. Once he got it off, Ion let it drop to the floor then bent to lick one of the copper flat nipples lightly covered with hair.
Adrien cradled the back of his head, keeping him close. âWe donât have time for this. Not if we want to get to your parentsâ before dinner.â
âIâm not worried about that. We can go next Sunday or the week after that,â he murmured, easing from one nipple to the other, sucking on it and using a little teeth. Ion worried at the nub of flesh and drew a moan from Adrien.
He encouraged Adrien to ease back, and step by step, he moved them to the edge of the bed then he shoved. Laughing, he watched as Adrien tilted until he fell on the mattress.
âWhat the hell?â Adrien braced his hands on the comforter as he stared up at Ion.
âIâm feeling a little hungry,â Ion muttered before dropping to his knees. He unbuckled Adrienâs belt, fumbled with his zipper to get those crazy expensive slacks open.
He tugged the fabric down while Adrien lifted his hips and his cock sprang out, hard and curved over his abs. Licking his lips, Ion studied the well-formed erection in front of him. Thicker and a little longer than his. The head was fleshy and purple and was a little shiny from the pre-cum leaking from it already.
It rose from a trimmed nest of dark curls and his balls hung heavy beneath it. Ion reached out to take them in hand. He fondled then rolled them in his fingers. Leaning in, he sucked one than the other. There was a salty taste to his skin along with the lingering scent of the soap theyâd used earlier in the shower.
He pressed his tongue against the lightly furred sac before letting it slip from his mouth. Adrien gripped his head then directed his mouth to the tip of his shaft. Ion willingly opened, taking him without hesitation. He loved how he felt lying on his tongue.
When Adrien hit the back of his throat, Ion swallowed, massaging his length. His lover moaned and he smiled around the dick in his mouth. He loved knowing he draw those sounds out and make Adrien lose control. After slipping his finger in beside Adrienâs cock, he got it wet then rubbed it over Adrienâs hole.
âYour mouth,â Adrien murmured. âI love the way it feels. Almost as good as your ass.â
Ion pushed just the tip of his finger inside and Adrien moaned. Arching, Adrien thrust into his mouth then impaled himself. It was what he wanted, his lover taking what he needed.
They had done away with condoms for blow jobs over the weekend, and when they got back to the city, they were going to get tested. Once their negative results came back, he would finally get to feel what fucking bareback was like. Well heâd get a chance to remember what it felt like. His first couple of times having sex had been non-condom times, and heâd been lucky not to catch anything.
One of his close friends had got HIV, and it shook Ion to his core. That was when he promised himself that he was never going to believe he was invincible again. He always carried condoms in his wallet.
But now loving Adrien meant he could get rid of them and experience the amazing sensation of Adrien spilling inside him. A little tug on his hair brought his mind back to what he was doing and not on what was going to happen in the future. Ion went back to bobbing up and down, applying as much pressure as he could to draw another groan from Adrien.
Two fingers inside Adrien and Ion twisted them to nail his gland. He gagged slightly when Adrian shoved his cock a little deeper than was comfortable for Ion. But he didnât back off, working Adrien as best he could until he got a tap on the cheek, letting him know Adrien was close.
He upped the pressure and movement until Adrien tensed under him, and his mouth was flooded with salty bitterness. Drinking it down, Ion tried to get all of it but some trickled from the corner of his lips.
When Adrien began to soften, Ion licked him clean then let him slide out. Adrien pulled him up before encouraging him to lean forward. Adrien lapped at the cum on Ionâs chin while working Ionâs jeans open.
âOh fuck me,â Ion whispered as the smooth skin of Adrienâs hand surrounded his heated flesh.
He was primed, so it only took three hard tugs and he climaxed, coating Adrienâs hand and his own pants. Working his cock, Adrien didnât let up until Ion was so sensitive, he had to get away from his lover. After rolling to one side, Ion stared up at the ceiling while he tried to get his breathing under control.
Wednesday’s Work in Progress…NSFW
My Work in Progress this week is titled Close the Distance. It’s book 2 in the Rags to Riches series. In Book 1, Remove the Empty Spaces, we meet Ion and Adrien. RtES will be up for pre-order in January. Anyway, Close the Distance is a continuation of their story. In fact, it’ll be picking up the very next day from where RtES left off.
I started it on Monday so I’m not too far into it, but since I want to get it done before Christmas next week, I’ll be working as much as possible on it. Though I did want to share a NSFW snippet of it with you. Hope you like Ion and Adrien.
Close the Distance copyright 2013 T.A. Chase
Excerpt-
He tugged the fabric down while Adrien lifted his hips and his cock sprang out, hard and curved over his abs. Licking his lips, Ion studied the well-formed erection in front of him. Thicker and a little longer than his. The head was fleshy and purple and was a little shiny from the pre-cum leaking from it already.
It rose from a trimmed nest of dark curls and his balls hung heavy beneath it. Ion reached out to take them in hand. He fondled then rolled them in his fingers. Leaning in, he sucked one than the other. There was a salty taste to his skin along with the lingering scent of the soap theyâd used earlier in the shower.
He pressed his tongue against the lightly furred sac before letting it slip from his mouth. Adrien gripped his head then directed his mouth to the tip of his shaft. Ion willingly opened, taking him without hesitation. He loved how he felt lying on his tongue.
When Adrien hit the back of his throat, Ion swallowed, massaging his length. His lover moaned and he smiled around the dick in his mouth. He loved knowing he draw those sounds out and make Adrien lose control. After slipping his finger in beside Adrienâs cock, he got it wet then rubbed it over Adrienâs hole.
âYour mouth,â Adrien murmured. âI love the way it feels. Almost as good as your ass.â
Ion pushed just the tip of his finger inside and Adrien moaned. Arching, Adrien thrust into his mouth then impaled himself. It was what he wanted, his lover taking what he needed.
They had done away with condoms for blow jobs over the weekend, and when they got back to the city, they were going to get tested. Once their negative results came back, he would finally get to feel what fucking bareback was like. Well heâd get a chance to remember what it felt like. His first couple of times having sex had been non-condom times, and heâd been lucky not to catch anything.
One of his close friends had got HIV, and it shook Ion to his core. That was when he promised himself that he was never going to believe he was invincible again. He always carried condoms in his wallet.
But now loving Adrien meant he could get rid of them and experience the amazing sensation of Adrien spilling inside him. A little tug on his hair brought his mind back to what he was doing and not on what was going to happen in the future. Ion went back to bobbing up and down, applying as much pressure as he could to draw another groan from Adrien.
Two fingers inside Adrien and Ion twisted them to nail his gland. He gagged slightly when Adrian shoved his cock a little deeper than was comfortable for Ion. But he didnât back off, working Adrien as best he could until he got a tap on the cheek, letting him know Adrien was close.
He upped the pressure and movement until Adrien tensed under him, and his mouth was flooded with salty bitterness. Drinking it down, Ion tried to get all of it but some trickled from the corner of his lips.
When Adrien began to soften, Ion licked him clean then let him slide out. Adrien pulled him up before encouraging him to lean forward. Adrien lapped at the cum on Ionâs chin while working Ionâs jeans open.
âOh fuck me,â Ion whispered as the smooth skin of Adrienâs hand surrounded his heated flesh.
He was primed, so it only took three hard tugs and he climaxed, coating Adrienâs hand and his own pants. Working his cock, Adrien didnât let up until Ion was so sensitive, he had to get away from his lover. After rolling to one side, Ion stared up at the ceiling while he tried to get his breathing under control.
âDo you think weâll be able to get to your parentsâ on time?â Adrien asked a few minutes later.
