Stormy Weather

Blurb

Two men meet on a dark and dangerous night, strangers who will quickly become passionate lovers. Neither Drake nor Vic are looking for a new relationship. But during a torrential rainstorm, when the lights go out, blazing passion erupts.

From that first moment on a deserted country road, when Drake's car breaks down and he needs a tow and a mechanic, Vic comes to the rescue. It will be a weekend of discovery, of passion, sizzling exploration, and of revelation they will never forget. But what will happen with the rains stop and the skies clear?

Excerpt

He wanted more of the man, and his hands dropped to Vic's leather belt. Slowly he unbuckled it as he licked his way across hot, hard flesh. Drawing a line with his tongue southbound along Vic's abdomen, Drake encountered a patch of silky hair. He wandered through it with his tongue, painting a sensuous path to the rock hard promise nestled inside Vic's jeans.

"Take it slow, sweetheart, nice and slow. We have all the time in the world. This storm won't be letting up for a long time."

Oh yes, that's exactly the way Drake liked it. He memorized his way along Vic's body. Nothing flamboyant about this man. He didn't play pretty games, he got right to the point. And Drake liked that very much. One thing he didn't miss about Aaron was all the dramatic foreplay associated with making love with a man who must maintain center stage.

This was basic, pure and sexy. God, he wanted to fuck this man. He was so hot for him, he didn't think he could stand it much longer.

Instead of fucking, he was going to taste the essence of the man, and he released Vic's cock from the confining material. It sprang free of the cloth, not a speck of underwear in sight. A stalk of flesh, hot to the touch, dripping with pre-cum, pluming thick, and ready to be consumed. Vic's wet jeans clung to his thighs as Drake set to work.

Drake hunkered down, anchored himself, and sucked the thick rod deep into his mouth, savoring the flared knob. He felt Vic shudder and heard his groan. His hands dropped to Drake's shoulders and fastened there, his fingers biting into Drake's flesh. The strength in that grip felt so good.

He licked up one side of Vic's engorged cock and down the other. He dipped lower and sucked his testicles into his mouth, bathing them with his saliva. Releasing Vic's balls with a pop, he cupped Vic's ass, pressing his fingers into the firm flesh, separating his cheeks. Drake lifted one hand and sucked two of his fingers into his mouth, coating them well with his saliva before again claiming the bobbing slick prick for his tasty treat.

His wet fingers found Vic's small, tight anus, swirled over the opening before delving carefully inside.

"Oh, Jesus, baby. Yes. Oh, God, you know how to suck. I hope you're ready." Drake didn't pull back, he wanted to taste Vic, more, he thought than anything he'd done in his life. He wanted to swallow this man's cum. A stranger, someone he'd never met before tonight and he wanted what Aaron had always refused to give him. Complete surrender. He knew it was dangerous, knew he shouldn't, but right now, nothing mattered but tasting this man's pleasure.