“You know you’re a writer when… your cat is jealous of the relationship you seem to have with your keyboard.”
|—||Mabel “Mad About You”|
Lincoln charged forward and crowded Jay against the wall. Before Jay could stop him, Lincoln crushed their lips together.
It was the harshest kiss Jay had ever had. Lips, teeth, tongue, the scrape of male facial stubble against his chin. Damn, he wanted more. He clasped Lincoln’s neck and tugged the man closer. He opened his mouth wider, taking in more of Lincoln’s tongue.
It seemed Lincoln liked that. He pressed his groin against Jay’s hip. The man was hardening right there, touching him. Jay slunk a hand between them and squeezed Lincoln’s dick. That brought out a moan, and Jay’s own cock firmed inside his jeans. God, he wanted to know. Needed to know. He slid down the wall to his knees.
Lincoln dropped a hand to his head. “You shouldn’t… We shouldn’t…”
Jay ignored him, got the man’s jeans open, and lowered his underwear. Lincoln’s cock looked larger than it had felt in his hands at Sonny’s. He wrapped a hand around it and stroked as he pushed the briefs farther down. He leaned in and ran his tongue over Lincoln’s balls. The heated flesh, the salty taste. So damn good. He opened wider and sucked a ball into his mouth, letting it fill him.
Lincoln worked the fingers of one hand through Jay’s hair and stroked the back of his head. Not rough. A caress. A promise.
With that soft touch, all denials, all arguments, all hope of fending off what might be, were gone. Jay would not deny himself this. This—he had waited too long for.
|—||from BREATHE by Sloan Parker (one of my favorite moments, I’m sharing to celebrate the release of the Breathe epilogue, WHAT YOU DO TO ME)|
This is what heaven would be.
#224 In writing, in my world, I can show everybody what justice, peace, love, compassion, and bravery are.