Thursday, August 1, 2013

Cheryl Dragon

A lover of unusual things, Cheryl Dragon enjoys writing unique stories with sinfully hot erotic romance. Her two favorite settings are Las Vegas and New Orleans...where anything can happen! Cheryl lives in the Chicagoland area with her deaf albino cat. By day she analyzes numbers for a division of a large international conglomerate, which leaves the creative juices free for her erotic romance novels.


Former Marine Howard "Nash" Nashton takes his new job as a bouncer at Big D's strip club seriously but when it's suggested that he strut his stuff on stage, he laughs it off. Handling drunken women is much easier than facing stage fright or his crush on Peter, a hot stripper who used to do ballet. When Peter's biggest fan turns into a stalker, Nash comes to the rescue and sticks close to the dancer. Opposites attract but underneath they aren't so different. Passion ignites between the men but this wasn't the world Nash planned on entering. Peter won't give up on his dream of a happy ending with a hot military man.

Nash stood up. He got it now. Peter was really about dancing and had drive. Nash liked Peter’s discipline and focus. The guy had serious skill to be able to do splits and contort his body that way. The sex wasn’t just a thank you. “I didn’t mean that. You’re serious about the dancing. I respect that, and I’m just not looking for random sex or games. I could do all I wanted of that in the Marines, believe me.”
Peter grinned. “I believe you. I’m not a man-whore, either.”
The attraction was mutual. Nash’s blood pounded for more. He pushed Peter back into the cushions of the couch and kissed him slowly. As he dragged his mouth over Peter’s, he pushed down the slim man’s pants.
“Easy,” Peter said.
Nash let him up for a second and pulled off his shirt, then shoved Peter’s pants to the floor. “Not this time.” Nash slid his tongue over Peter’s hairless chest and bit a nipple. The moan he got from Peter only urged Nash on. He wouldn’t be rough or hurt the smaller man, but he’d make sure he pleased him.
Nuzzling his way down Peter’s body, Nash let his five o’clock shadow tease the well-sculpted abs. The ballet dancer’s cock bobbed for attention, and Nash licked around the base and sucked those shaved balls. The hair removal those guys did to go on stage would take half a day for Nash. Still, Peter being bare and hard turned Nash on.
Peter’s cock throbbed as Nash stroked him. He needed to take his time. Sucking Peter’s shaft all the way down, Nash savored the other man’s gasps and moans. When he let go, Nash caught a sigh. Anticipation hung in the air.
Finally Peter’s hand slid on Nash’s neck and nudged him down. Nash spit on two of his fingers and slid them down between Peter’s ass cheeks.
“God, yes!” Peter lifted.
Nash sucked Peter’s balls and worked his asshole nice and slow. Peter’s hips pushed for more. As Nash advanced his fingers into Peter’s hole, his other hand stroked that pretty cock. Peter’s hips rocked in time with the attention.
“Fuck me, suck me off, Nash!” Peter begged.
“I’ll get to it all.” He’d spent too many years hooking up and rushing through sex to get off. Peter was different.
“Please, I can’t wait.” Peter thrust up into Nash’s palm.
“Come whenever you want.” Nash rolled Peter’s balls in his mouth and let them pop out. Over and over, he sucked those bare nuts and tongued the tender spot just behind.
“Nash!” Peter shouted and his lower body snapped up in the air.
Nash held him tight, but the guy had muscle and flexibility. His cum shot up and landed back on Peter’s stomach.
“Nice.” Nash pulled his fingers out and rotated them around the entrance as he lapped up the sticky treat.
“Why are you so quiet?” Peter asked as he took deep breaths.
“You don’t fuck around with guys in the military and announce it. I got used to being quiet.” Nash sucked the last few drops from the tip of Peter’s cock. “Ready to get fucked, or did I wear you out?”
“No, that’s not it. I want it, but…” Peter shook his head.
“I don’t have any protection on me. I figured you’d be prepared with some here.” Nash smiled.
When that rugged face actually grinned, Peter’s insides melted. The press of Nash’s hard body with a big erection trying to get out of his jeans shoved Peter’s doubts aside. It sure as hell didn’t feel as if it were pity or fear. “I’ve got some in the bedroom.”
Nash stood up, and Peter grabbed his hand, leading the way to the bedroom. The bed wasn’t made, and there were clothes on the floor. Peter wanted to clean up, but Nash pushed Peter down on the bed and didn’t even seem to notice the room.
After grabbing the condoms and lube from his nightstand drawer, Peter watched Nash undress. The shirt and shoes were gone first, then the pants went down. That thick cock sprang free, and Peter wanted to suck it dry. When he reached for it, Nash pushed his hand away.
“You wanted to get fucked.” Nash kissed Peter and caged him within those muscled arms on the bed.

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