Scarred both physically and emotionally after a motorcycle accident, twenty-five year old ex fashion model and porn star Oliver Brown is about to be stripped bare by flamboyant twink Leslie Scott—and they’ll rebuild love from the bottom up.
BARING THE BEAST
Twenty-five year old Oliver Brown is addicted. Two years ago, he was at the height of his career as “Nicky Starr,” fashion model, porn actor, partier without peer. Then came the accident. Hiding his scars, both emotional and physical, he’s gone into hiding. But fine clothing is some solace. A new suit by Debussy? Better even than a ride on his motorcycle Hulk or all the things he used to give and take on camera.
Enter Leslie Scott, the flamboyant, dark-haired, heel-and-tiny-short-wearing twink sent to deliver Oliver’s newest fix. A firecracker, Leslie is dapper, generous, in touch with his feminine side but all man, and as gorgeous as any garment ever made. He makes Oliver dream of ending his reclusion, of recapturing a future forever denied him. But for that to happen, Leslie would have to strip him to the bone. Only then will they rebuild life from the bottom up.
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Strong fingers tangled in his hair as he kissed the crap out of Oliver, and Leslie floated in a sense of bliss. The scent of the man on top of him, his hardness digging into Leslie’s groin, the feel of lustful lips on his and the roughness of stubble on Leslie’s skin were all conspiring to send him out of his mind. He reached down and unzipped Oliver, desperate to feel that hardness in his hands. Oliver gave a heartfelt groan as Leslie’s fingers gripped his dick tightly, and his mouth grew even more ravenous. When they finally came up for air, Leslie’s lips were swollen and his brain completely scrambled by his lover’s greedy tongue and the rough strokes on his dick. He’d never felt so taken and assaulted and wanted in his life, and he loved it.
“You haven’t had any for a while, huh?” Leslie managed to get out between hungry, sloppy kisses and Oliver’s hand roaming all over his body, yanking up shirts, and rubbing his passion-hot skin.
“Christ, it has been too damn long,” Oliver panted as they stroked and mauled each other. “I’m sorry I’m not going to last enough to fuck you right now, Leslie, but we have all night. I want so badly to be inside you, but I need to take the edge off first.”
And that thought sent a thrill through Leslie’s groin and his dick exploded with creamy spurts of come that flooded his designer jeans and his groin, and he gave a strangled cry, pressed his mouth hard against Oliver’s neck, and bit down in the throes of his orgasm.
Yup, I’m a biter. Hope you can deal with it, Oliver.
Oliver yelped as Leslie’s teeth nipped skin and then he threw back his head and roared. Warm fluid coated Leslie’s hand, the scent of sex in the air overpowering. Oliver collapsed against him, both of them sticky and replete. Leslie closed his eyes to savour the fact he’d just jerked off Nicky Starr, his personal wet dream. Satisfaction radiated through his limbs and he smiled against Oliver’s sweaty shoulder.
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