Guest Author Jamie Steele: Provocateur

This week, I’m sharing a bit of steamy Sunday fun from a new guest! Welcome author Jamie Steele, who is sharing a bit from their new release, Provocateur.  

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Author Bio: Jamie is an international author of mystery. Originally born in the quiet country of New Zealand Jamie packed their bags and headed towards the bright lights of London.
Published author by night and superhero by day Jamie is always up to no good.

Come read Provocateur and enter the mind and world of London’s underground.

Excerpt

Carter strained beneath him. He was already close to losing control, barely able to think. His cock strained painfully against the confines of his pants, and he wanted nothing more than to be flipped onto his knees and fucked. Hard, fast and brutal. Carter moaned as Brandon’s mouth once again moved over his face and neck. He was moving slowly, too slowly, as if they had all the time in the world, and as if Carter wasn’t about to come, untouched like a sixteen year old during his first time. Brandon’s cock twitching at the sound of his voice, his hips rubbing against Carter’s. “Christ” Carter whispered hoarsely.
“You like that?” Brandon chuckled. His hands moved down to the trailing ends of Carter’s shirt, undoing each of the tiny grey buttons. Ever so gently, Brandon untied his hands before swiftly removing his shirt, and retying him once again to the headboard. Brandon’s mouth and tongue explored the crevices of Carter’s muscles, slowly, lightly, tormenting him with each touch. Carter’s body stood tense and ready, electrified by the loss of sight and touch, trying to guess where Brandon’s lips would caress him next.

Instinctively, Carter’s hips widened, as he pressed himself higher, pushing his crotch closer to Brandon’s and allowing the other man to sink into the space, as his hands once again crept further down his body. He felt Brandon’s soft hands work at the button of his jeans, a fingertip, a knuckle, grazing against his smooth belly. Too slow, Carter thought as he pressed against his touch again, more desperate this time, Brandon’s thumbs tracking the deep V above his hips.

With deft movement, Brandon lifted Carter’s ass, and slid down his jeans. His mouth pressing lightly against the large bulge in Carter’s boxer briefs, teasing him through the fabric. “Please” he heard Carter moan underneath him. Agonisingly slowly, he freed Carter, sliding his underwear down his legs and off before running his hand gently down his silky cock, hard beneath his hand. “Impressive” he whispered against the the skin of Carter’s belly. Swirling his tongue over the tip, he felt Carter raise his hips to meet his mouth. With a burst of speed, Brandon moved faster, taking more of Carter into his mouth. His tongue swirling patterns against him, sucking gently. With one hand focused on the task at hand, Brandon fumbled with his own belt, unable to take the constrains of his own clothing against him.

Carter was on fire, with the loss of his sight, every sense was intensified a hundred times. When he felt his cock enter the warm, wet heat of Brandon’s mouth, his control slipped. His hips bucked to meet him, Brandon’s tongue gliding over him with expertise. He was desperate to touch him, to feel the heat of his skin on his hands. To feel the softness of Brandon’s skin against his, to stroke what he was sure was a fantastic cock. To taste him again. He could hear the distant rustle as Brandon freed himself from his own clothing.

Want more? Try this teaser of next week’s Friday Fun, from  my own new erotic short, Otavia In October!

Otavia licked her lips, breathless. He wanted her. Wanted to share her with his pack. A sudden image assaulted her, of herself on her knees with Luka behind her, Ares in her mouth and more men around her. She rubbed her thighs together and shivered. That was—god. But she couldn’t say yes, how could she say yes?

“I can’t, I cant.”

“What if I gave you an excuse, Otavia? What if I said it was the price for your freedom?”

Ohh.” It was almost a moan, and it escaped her before she could help herself. He chuckled, and before she could even think of moving Luka had her pinned between himself and Ares.

Find Provocateur here!

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