Very Dirty Excerpt: The DISCO TITS Chapter.
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Hello, Perverts,
Every book has a chapter or scene that ends up being my favorite. In The Jock’s Trap it was the “Batman Sex” chapter and the rimming scene from Hide And Keep will always have a special place in my heart. This chapter from Exposed has made an impression on some of my readers, it seems. I’m not sure why…
Enjoy:
“I really wish they wouldn’t,” Ollie muttered as he tossed the magazine on the coffee table.
“You just can’t be pleased,” Wes teased under his breath as he turned a page and Ollie rolled his eyes as he fell back against the arm of the couch.
“It’s fine if they want to make a big deal about the clothes,” he said then pretended to be concerned with one of the toggles on his kimono and waited for his lips to stop twitching.
“You love that they make a big deal about the clothes,” Wes said as he made a note about a line.
“It’s fine,” Ollie repeated as he raised a shoulder nonchalantly. “I just wish they would have gone with something other than Rise Of The King for the title of the piece,” he explained then reached and flipped the pages until he found the two page collage of most of his favorite ensembles. I’ll just leave it open, for the photos, he decided. Getting highlighted as a trendsetter and seeing photos of himself around LA, New York City and Toronto looking dapper as hell was a pleasant shock. It seemed the fashion media was far more forgiving toward the rich and awful and valued people based on their appearances. Ollie was in the wrong line of work. He would have been so much happier in fashion. “Why can’t they leave the rest of it out of it? It’s a fashion magazine and it’s about the clothes. The king thing just reminds everyone of who my grandfather was,” he complained and Wes winced.
“I don’t think anyone’s going to forget but I don’t think that’s the angle. It’s just an obvious direction to take. You’re only the ninth man to be featured on the cover, it’s a big deal. Men usually only appear in the ads in fashion magazines or as props for women,” he argued and Ollie bit his lip as he felt a tickle of glee.
“I’m just glad we don’t have to see my ass in print ever again,” he said as he sat up then crawled toward Wes. His face scrunched as he tried to decide if it was too early to snatch the script from his hands. Ollie pouted and regretted his promise to let Wes work as he lowered and rested his chin on his thigh. It didn’t make any sense for him to lounge around in his underwear unless he wanted Ollie’s face in the front of his boxer briefs. His other leg was pulled up, supporting his arm as he read and The Bulge was semi-alert but he could hear it whispering his name.
“You tweeted that you were going to hire snipers,” Wes reminded him as he flipped the kimono back, exposing Ollie’s ass. The backs of his fingers traced a cheek absently as he read and Ollie’s nerves wound tight as his patience evaporated. Wes’ hand came to rest around the curve of his ass and Ollie swore silently as he plotted. He couldn’t be too obvious, he didn’t want Wes to accuse him of being a distraction again. Or… He could distract the fuck out of Wes.
“I think I’ll go try something on,” Ollie said then offered a bored yawn as he pushed off the couch. He rose on his knees and stretched and arched as he purred drowsily while the kimono slid down his shoulders. He acted completely unaware of his hard-on or Wes’ eyes as they peeked around the script. Ollie stood and let the kimono trail behind him as he passed Wes, dragging his attention with him as he strolled into the bedroom.
Fans would not be disappointed to learn that America’s most wholesome hero was a gentle, generous and patient lover. His stamina and control were phenomenal and he focused all his energy and attention on making Ollie feel desired, loved and safe. He exhausted himself until Ollie was sated to his toes then wrapped him in his soothing warmth and strength. Ollie wasn’t in the mood for that at the moment. He knew exactly how to snap Wes’ patience and control.
His lips tilted into a calculating grin as he swept the kimono off and tossed it at the bed on his way to the bathroom. Wes’ clothes from the afternoon were on the floor and Ollie’s erection ached as he scooped a pair of boxer briefs from the pile. He pressed the crotch against his face and groaned as he inhaled. There was no way to put into words what the smell of Wes did to him. He squeezed the base of his shaft as it pulsed insistently then bent and stepped into Wes’ boxer briefs. He pulled them on and adjusted his hard-on in front of the mirror so it was obvious as possible then turned and checked his ass. It was rather adorable but Wes’ ass and thighs filled everything out better. Ollie shrugged and shivered with anticipation as he went to retrieve his phone from the bedroom. The last time he playfully tried on a pair of Wes’ boxer briefs he unleashed a beast. He ripped the ass out of them then pinned Ollie to the wall and fucked him so hard they had to cancel their appointments the next day. Neither could move and it was hard to make eye contact. For whatever reason, a pair of Wes’ used, basic white cotton underwear on Ollie was like waving a red flag at a bull. He suspected it was a combination of seeing Ollie in any kind of underwear and something primitive about it being his underwear. But he totally snapped and Ollie was in the mood for that. His body tightened and he enjoyed the anxious clenching in his ass as he synced his phone. He picked Disco Tits by Tove Lo, in case there was still any question as to what Ollie was after.
The distorted moan rippled through the bungalow and Wes’ eyes were huge and his jaw fell as he looked over the back of the couch. Ollie leaned against the door frame and bounced lazily in time with the beat as he stroked his erection through the thin white cotton. He rolled his hips, thrusting rhythmically against his palm and Wes dove over the back of the couch and tripped and stumbled as he rushed at Ollie. He tackled him and pushed back through the door then threw him on the bed. Ollie laughed into the duvet then hissed as Wes yanked the waist of the boxer briefs down his thighs. Wes’ fingers dug into Ollie’s ass cheeks and his skin stung as he held him open then spit on his hole.
“Yes! Please murder me!” He begged then screamed into the mattress and his fingers twisted in the kimono as burning pleasure and pressure filled his passage. Ollie’s eyes watered at the scorching friction in his ass and the sting sliding up his shaft as Wes drove deep. Nobody thought the spit was there for anything more than a courtesy or for inspiration but Ollie wasn’t worried. It wouldn’t take long for Wes to flood the basement. Wes’ hands locked around his waist like a vise as he bucked ruthlessly and pre-cum drooled from Ollie’s cock. All he could do was hold on to the bed and do his best to avoid swallowing his tongue, drowning in his own snot, tears and saliva or fainting as he sobbed euphorically. The raw flare gave way to lush heat as Wes pumped his hips and chanted Ollie’s name and an endless string of curse words. The brisk clap of Wes’ hips against his ass matched the pace of the music and Ollie’s eyes rolled as a wave of thick, heavy pleasure radiated from deep within his ass. The muscles in his legs quivered and his toes curled as pressure shot up his length and he howled as cum erupted from the head of his shaft.
“Fuuuuuuck! You’re so tight!” Wes gasped as his thrusts became jerky and his timing failed. Ollie squeezed the muscles gripping Wes’ cock and moaned as another tremor spilled through him. He grunted as Wes rose on the balls of his feet and angled his hips, driving even deeper. He crashed into Ollie mercilessly then roared as his head snapped back and his body jumped and convulsed. There was a burst of bright heat in his core and Ollie hummed dreamily into the saturated duvet beneath his face as Wes sighed his name and melted over him. “If all of California didn’t already know we were fucking, they definitely know now,” he huffed as his lips rubbed along the inside of Ollie’s neck before he sucked.
“Good. It’ll give them something else to talk about,” he said and Wes groaned as he eased himself out of Ollie then fell onto the bed next to him.
“Talk to Colin Trecker,” he said as he tangled his fingers with Ollie’s and pulled his hand to his lips and kissed it.
“Where the hell did that come from?” Ollie asked as he rolled toward him.
“I saw him last weekend. He wants to interview you and he asked me to plead his case,” he explained and Ollie snorted.
“Why would you waste your time?” He asked and Wes shushed him.
“You wanted people to take you seriously. He has and he’s apologized, I don’t know what more you can ask from him,” he said and Ollie opened his mouth to argue and Wes nipped his lip hard.
“Ow! You fuck!” Ollie complained and Wes chuckled.
“This is your chance to tell your story and show everyone who you really are. You can trust Trecker,” he said and Ollie stared at his lips as he considered. He was right about Trecker and Ollie knew Wes wouldn’t have suggested it if he didn’t think it was safe or a good move for his career or their relationship. He still hated Trecker but he didn’t hate the idea of finally setting some things straight.
“I’ll think about it.”
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Exposed by K. Sterling
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