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I’ve been writing pretty straightforward m/m erotic romance for a couple of years now. But this year I’ve gotten braver, dipped my toes into that oh so yummy genre, the threesome! Strictly men, mind you. I’ve tried writing with female love interests, but somehow it always breaks down into a drama fest. With men I can just toss them in bed and let them tangle up the relationship and clean up the sticky mess afterwards.
Yes, I said sticky! Let’s face it; men are messy in the throes of passion. Muscles bunch, sweat drips. Bodies mesh together, hands and tongues everywhere, sweat and spit, lube and semen. Shivers. M/M romance is so hot!
So what made me decide to do an m/m/m story? My guys just kind of fell into it. I was writing a story for the Breathless Press ‘Down on the Farm’ anthology, which takes place in the moors of Scotland. My gorgeous redheaded hero, Callum, has left home for the first time seeking work. As fate would have it, he’s lured onto the moors by the will-o-the-wisp and falls into enchantment, and straight into the arms of a licentious Barrow-Weight.
Mmm… Callum is deliciously seduced by the weight’s talented fingers and stroking hands and a tongue that can reach Callum’s most pleasurable places. Poor boy didn’t stand a chance! And this is when the Gruagach stumbles on them. He’s the faery sent by the people on the farm to rescue Callum and bring him to safety. But seeing them twined together in passionate embrace, Liam isn’t sure the lad needs saving. In fact, Callum’s moans of pleasure and lust ramp up his own—um—intimate bits.
And seeing the lad’s sweet tush wiggling in the air… Liam shrugs. What’s a faery supposed to do but fill a need?
This was the fun part! Like a jigsaw puzzle I fit my men together, a hand here, a part slipped in there, a mouth down… You get the picture! And of course I had to get them together more than once over the course of the story. Callum wanted new experiences with his lovers. What else could I do?
So, will I write another story involving a threesome? I can’t say. I write the stories as they come to me. But I’m certainly not opposed to it. I had fun writing this one and would like to give it a try in a modern setting. Maybe I’ll propose it to my characters in my current WIP and see what they say…
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Thanks for stopping in! I’d like to leave you with a sexy little snippet:
Callum flees the poverty stricken lowlands of Scotland in the hopes of finding work on old Mac’s farm. But there’s something wrong in the forest. Something’s stalking him. He hears the Bean-nighe’s eerie cry. The Bodach has foretold his death. With the help of a grouchy Bodachan Sabhaill and a very sexy Gruagach, Callum resists the dark magic buried in the barrows to the south. But will their help be enough? He came to the farm to find a home, but perhaps he’ll find his last resting place instead.
At least, he thought he dreamed, the weight of Liam’s warm body against his following him into slumber. There was a snuffling sound in the darkness, the smell of damp earth. Callum flexed his hands and dirt moved under his fingers.
Startled, he opened his eyes and gasped at the absolute beauty of the Wight’s face hovering above him. The creature smiled, his wide mouth opening on rows of sharp white teeth. Callum watched, hot lust scorching him as a black tongue, impossibly long, slid out of that lush orifice and circled plump, overripe lips.
The Barrow Wight leaned closer and licked Callum’s lips then dipped inside, tasting and licking. His tongue filled Callum’s mouth, honey sweet, thick and hot. It rubbed across the roof of his mouth, then darted into his throat nearly gagging him. It withdrew, only to plunge in with renewed vigor, back and forth, fucking Callum’s mouth in greedy jabs.
The creature’s hard cock rubbed Callum’s leg and he swooned, dizzy with need. He threw his head back and the thick tongue slipped from his lips. “Please,” he panted, not sure what he begged for. The long tongue scraped down his neck and lapped at his collar bone.
“Juicy bones,” the Wight sighed and dipped its head to nip at Callum’s nipples with sharp teeth. Callum cried out as pain and pleasure warred in his aching body. With terrible slowness the sharp tongue licked down his chest and belly, descending to his suffering cock.
A whimper escaped him as the Wight nibbled on the end of his dick. He lifted his hips but the Wight laughed and licked his hard shaft and circled his balls with the tip of his lascivious tongue. The creature knelt between Callum’s legs and pushed his knees up and apart, laying him open. He bent and teased at Callum’s vulnerable opening with his mouth, sucking, wiggling his tongue between the delicate folds until it breached the muscles and slid home.
Hot, wild pleasure exploded through Callum and a deep groan burst from his throat as the skillful tongue plunged impossibly deep into him. It slithered in widening circles to open him, wet, hot. Thick fingers joined the erotic play, stretched him further, and Callum grunted at the invasion, the pressure nearing pain. The hard tongue found that one exquisite spot inside and Callum tossed his head, mad with pleasure as the creature teased the spot again and again with his thick tongue.
Suddenly tongue and fingers were withdrawn and Callum braced as the Wight’s huge cock lined up and slid with agonizing slowness into his body. Oh god, too tight! He opened his mouth to scream but the creature captured his breath in a devastating kiss. He sobbed into the lush mouth as pain, hot as a knife blade, followed the thick shaft deep inside. When fully sheathed, the creature thrust his hips, pulling slightly out then in, and bliss quickly replaced the pain.
The beautiful Wight licked his tears. “Yes, my lovely one, my sweet.” He rocked Callum in his arms, pushing in, filling him. He clasped Callum to his chest and rolled and it hardly registered with Callum that they were now in the open, under the stars. He buried his face against the creature’s neck as pleasure boiled in him in waves, impaled as he was on the Wight’s immense shaft.
A familiar laugh startled him and he raised his head, dizzy with bliss, on the verge of release. “Liam?”
The man stood with hands on hips grinning down at them. “So this is where you got to.” His eyes glazed slightly as he watched Callum being fucked. “Can I join?”