Tommy Riley loves cooking and the
simple life. But his passion for Angie “Booky” Edelson is anything but simple.
Beautiful, ambitious, hard-driving and 10 years older than Tommy, Booky
represents all the things Tommy has tried to leave behind. Besides, she only
seems to love him for his food! Then Tommy’s boss brings home Shay Shaleen, a
pierced, tattooed, androgynous street kid for Booky to turn into a top male
model. Tommy sizzles for the beautiful guy but Shay gets caught up in the
flattery of a famous fashion designer. Why does Tommy have to fall for two
people who can’t love him back? Is there a recipe for blending with these
genetic celebrities?
What an embarrassing few hours. All the kid had to do was
raise an eyebrow, and Tommy’s cock stood up and said howdy. He’d spent three
hours with Booky and two hours with Shay, and he felt like his damned penis had
been doing jumping jacks, warming up, but it never got to play in the big game.
It was bouncing around, yelling, “Put me in, coach.” He chuckled. Maybe the
problem was his biggest athletic achievement had been in chess. And right now
he needed an attack on his queen. He rolled over to the nightstand and pulled
out his lube.
A quick squirt. He reached down and pulled the pajama
bottoms below his half-hard cock. Just thinking about that guy lying across the
hall in the guest bed was turning him on. He sighed, rubbed the lube on his
hands, then stopped. What did this all mean? As a young kid he’d shown all the
usual interest in little girls, talking them into pulling down their panties
and all that. Then in high school he’d discovered guys, but the girl thing
never really went away. Which had been good because he could date girls and
have sex even while he was lusting after the only guy in the tournament who
could beat him in chess.
He’d had the biggest hard-on for Damien. Then on the day
that Tommy had finally beaten him with a kingside strategy, Damien had pulled
him into a stall in the men’s room and kissed him. Je-sus. Tommy ripped the
guy’s pants off and had his big cock in Damien’s ass before he could cry
surrender. They’d fucked desperately for fear somebody was going to come into
the bathroom. At one point someone had come through the door, and Damien had
jumped up on the toilet so no one could see his feet. Tommy stood there sucking
Damien’s cock quietly while the visitor peed outside in the urinal. Jeez, that
had been fun. Of course, later they’d been discovered by his father while
making out in Tommy’s bedroom. Talk about shit hitting fans.
This was the wrong time to think about that. He reached for
his cock and paused. Damn, he should call Booky before it got any later and get
her over here tomorrow. He looked at his lube-covered hand, then reached for
the phone with his dry one. No reason to waste time or lube. He hit the speed
dial with his thumb.
He heard the ringing. “Hey, Tommy. What’s up, baby?”
That husky voice vibrated through his ear and dived straight
to his cock. He grabbed the dick as it stretched. “Hi, Book. Uh, can you come
over tomorrow?” Oh yes, just one little squeeze.
“Sure, what’s going on?”
“Ummm, Roan has a special project for you.” He clicked on to
speaker so he could use both hands.
One hand after the other with a twist at the top the way he
liked.
“Oh, that’s great.” She sounded happy. His balls liked that.
“What’s the project?”
“It’s, uh, uh, kind of a surprise.” Stroke, stroke.
“I love surprises.” He’d like to surprise her. “But come on,
bubala, give me a hint.”
“No hints.” Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.
“Tommy Riley, don’t be mean. Tell me.” Oh God, that voice.
He pictured the lips the voice was coming from. Had to control his panting.
“No, no, can’t tell. Sorry, Book, have to go. I…uh, have
something in the oven.”
“At this hour?”
“Yeah, and it’s getting too hot.”
“Okay, what time shall I come?”
“Come? Oh yes, come. Come at nine thirty for breakfast.
Come. Okay?”
“Okay.” She sounded suspicious.
“See you tomorrow.” Stroke, stroke. He clicked off, threw
the phone on the bed, rose up on his knees, and got serious. While he was at
it, he might as well get off on some more fantasies.
Imagine fucking Shay Shaleen. Those long legs stretched over
his pretty head, Tommy hammering his ass. Yesss. And shoving his big, thick
dick into Booky. Making her scream his name over and over. Oh, that was so
good. Into Shay. Into Booky. Shay. Booky. Fucking them both. Wow. Stroke,
stroke, stroke. She-it! Spunk shot out of his dick and landed on the top of the
sheets while flashes of heat seared through his balls and into his head.
“Jeez. Yes!” He gasped and took deep breaths. His muscles
relaxed. He’d clean the sheets tomorrow. Sleep now. Shay and Booky. I wish.
E-mail: tara@taralain.com
Website: http://www.taralain.com
Author blog: http://taralain.blogspot.com
Book blog: http://beautifulboysbooks.blogspot.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/taralain
ARe
This series is so freakin Awesome!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Judie! I really enjoyed writing this book. : )
ReplyDeletewonderful and very...yummy... book! Most enjoyable.
ReplyDeleteAJ