Blog hop runs from 12:01 AM June 15th through to 11:59 PM June 22th, 2012.
Love-struck: (adjective) having a passionate or overwhelming feeling of love; smitten
As a gift for visiting my blog today, I’ll be giving away two PDF copies of Eran’s Release, one of the stories in the Ad-Dick-tion Anthology from Breathless Press, to commenters who tell me who was the first one to leave them Lovestruck! Remember to include your contact info. 🙂
For Paul it was Lovestruck at First Sight!
He glanced at his watch. The shop had closed ten minutes ago and the last of the customers were walking out the door. Just great. He shoved the cup and saucer away from him and swore as they shot off the end of the table. He started to rise to his feet, only to sit back heavily as Eran came over. “Let me get that for you.”
Paul’s mouth went dry as Eran bent over. White skin showed where Eran’s shirt separated from the low cut jeans and Paul instantly wanted to know its taste. Eran knelt to get the cup that had rolled under the table and Paul’s cock perked up, pushing painfully against his slacks as the tight jeans slipped lower on Eran’s hips. Paul imagined sliding his tongue into the warm cleft of Eran’s ass and shivered.
But how did Eran feel about Paul?
Eran gave a hesitant nod, clearly uneasy, his eyes begging to be reassured. Paul felt his heart squeeze and he rose abruptly to his feet. Eran instinctively shrank back, then pressed his lips together as if gathering his courage and stood. Paul sucked in a breath. Their bodies nearly touched. He brushed Eran’s lips with unsteady fingers, feeling the tremor in the lean body as Eran stood his ground, permitting the intimacy.
Fuck. The blue eyes were wide open, vulnerable, exposing Eran’s fear and dawning wonder. No one had ever looked at him with such eyes before. The thick lashes flashed down and Eran turned his head, shying away, but not before Paul had caught the flicker of desire in the sky blue depths.
Ah, there’s nothing like true love!
Paul isn’t attracted to Eran—he’s intoxicated by the shy, sensual younger man. He’s also confused by Eran’s mixed signals. However, the sight of Eran injured and bruised arouses a protective passion that surprises Paul. Determined to protect Eran from his brutal past, Paul discovers his future.
A slow sensual smile warmed Eran’s face as he watched Paul cross the room. Paul told his racing heart to behave and pulled the blanket from the back of the couch, spreading it out on the floor. Eran leaned forward, hands clasped between his knees. “What do I do?”
Paul looked up from where he was kneeling on the floor and met his eyes. His breath caught at the blaze of lust and nervousness in Eran’s blue gaze. God, let me do this right. He’d never been anyone’s first time before.
He crawled between Eran’s knees and put his arms around the slim waist, giving him a light kiss. “Nothing at all, sweetheart,” he said, and pulled Eran down on the floor with him. Eran’s body tangled with his, sleek and warm, pressing him down on the blanket. They kissed, tongues twining, and Paul rolled Eran onto his back.
“Don’t move,” he said, only half in jest as he sat back on his heels between Eran’s legs. If he didn’t get inside that hot body soon he’d lose his mind. He grabbed the lube and squeezed a liberal amount on his fingers, dripping some on the blanket in his haste. He inched closer to Eran, pulling the lovely ass onto his lap. He couldn’t help stroking the proud erection jutting from the sparse black curls, Eran’s groans music in his ears. He pushed a finger against the puckered hole under the tight balls, inserting it slowly.
Eran hissed as Paul worked the finger against tight muscles, then gasped in surprised pleasure as Paul slid the finger in deeper. So hot. He squeezed Eran’s penis to distract him as he pushed in a second finger, massaging the ring of muscles he’d need to push through on entry. Eran’s cock jerked in his hand, the muscles of his hole clenching around Paul’s fingers. Paul’s penis throbbed in response, balls aching. He needed to be inside Eran, now.
He removed his fingers, fumbled with the condom, and slathered his dick with lube once it was on. Sliding his hands under the delicious ass, he pulled Eran closer, pressing the tip of his erection against the glistening hole. He pushed in, holding still as the body under him shuddered and Eran bit back a cry.
“Okay?” he asked. At Eran’s nod he slipped into the hot cavity. Eran’s body enfolded him like a tight glove. Oh God. He stilled, trembling, trying to hold off the climax tightening his balls. Eran thrust down suddenly, driving him deeper, and his cry of pleasure echoed with Eran’s. He stroked Eran’s hard cock as he pushed into his body. Eran shouted as he came in Paul’s hand.
Tight muscles convulsed around Paul’s penis and he lost control then, shoving again and again into the yielding body that met him in a rhythm that sent him over the edge. He came in a burst of semen deep in the luscious form, drifting on a wave of intense pleasure magnified by Eran’s soft murmurs of bliss.
He came down slowly, opening his eyes to see an expression on Eran’s face that stole his breath. The look was quickly masked behind a brilliant smile and Paul cautioned himself not to attach too much importance to it, though his heart soared.
Eran stretched under him. “That was fantastic,” he murmured and leaned on his elbows, watching as Paul withdrew from him and tied off the condom, tossing it with the bottle of lube. Paul leaned forward, pulled Eran up, and held him close.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said and gave Eran a gentle kiss. He took a quick, undecided breath. Should he…
Eran’s sated smile encouraged him. “What is it?”
“I want you to spend the night, but you don’t—”
Eran stopped his words with a drugging kiss. “I don’t want to leave. Please let me stay with you.”
“Darling.” Paul pushed his face against Eran’s warm neck to hide the sting of tears. Fool. But he couldn’t bear the thought of any other man holding Eran’s naked body like this, making glorious love with him. He’d gone ahead and fallen in love, stupid ass that he was.