Tongue Tied -excerpt-
M/M, MMF, Interracial, Erotica
by Leslie Lee Sanders
Available Spring 2012!
After a sensual night of "double dating" with his friend Dorian, Ryan's interest in sharing beautiful women suddenly dwindles when he develops an urge to share a sexual romp with Dorian and his tongue instead.
"Man, Katelyn was so sexy last night. When I was inside her, I came almost instantly." Dorian's chuckle was short. "I felt bad that I didn't make her come before I did."
"It happens to the best of us."
"Never happened before." Dorian poked Ryan's chest, grinning. "We usually make the ladies come at least twice before we do. I like them to leave completely satisfied."
"Yeah, she really had me going." Ryan poured another shot. "That body. That ass!"
"Right." Dorian's eye cut to Ryan's crotch again. "You were definitely into it." The grin on Dorian's face made Ryan wonder. Could he tell that Ryan was hard ... for him? "Are you gonna offer me a shot or what?" Dorian hopped down from where he sat on the counter. "Sure looks good."
The flirtatious way those last words slipped from Dorian's lips made Ryan look up just in time to witness Dorian slowly slide his tongue from one corner of his mouth to the other. Ryan gulped, swallowing hard enough for anyone standing as close as Dorian was to hear it. "Yeah, sure." He cleared his throat. "You want lime with that?" he asked as he offered the glass.
“Yep. No salt though." Dorian picked up the wedge of lime from the counter and took the shot glass from Ryan. "Here we go," he said playfully and winked. He drank the warm liquor and quickly followed it with a bite into the flesh of the lime. He swallowed then laughed as a mixture of lime juice and tequila dripped down his smooth-looking, shaven chin.
How weird would it be to pull Dorian against him and lick the stray juice from his skin? How would Dorian react to that kind of blatant gesture? The way Dorian had looked at his crotch a beat too long, followed it with a "Sure looks good," and a lick of his lips gave Ryan confidence. Suddenly licking the stray juice from his friend's lips and chin might not be so weird after all.
“What?" Dorian asked through his laughter while he wiped the stray juice with the back of his hand. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
“Like what?" Ryan looked away sheepishly. Any confidence vanished. He quickly glanced at his friend's full lips just to look away again. Damn, now he was acting prude.
“What’s wrong?" Dorian placed a hand gingerly on Ryan’s shoulder, concern riding on his words. "You're acting . . . different."
Did Dorian not know what he'd just done to him? He turned Ryan into a horny but shy school girl with a lick of his lips. “Nothing’s wrong." Ryan placed the liquor bottle back on the counter. "Just been thinking . . ." Maybe he shouldn’t mention last night.
Their eyes met each other's. "Nothing." Ryan shook his head. "It's nothing."
“Oh, come on." Dorian grinned and hoisted himself back up on the counter and sat directly in front of Ryan. "Suddenly something has you acting all shy and stuff. Spill it already. Is it Katelyn? God, she was hot. I hope you're not getting tired of our double dates. That it?"
How could he be tired of pleasuring sexy women and fulfilling their fantasies with his best friend? The women got double the fun but he and Dorian got something out of it too, pleasure, closeness, and some fun, satisfying, much needed release. What a question. He and Dorian have been double dating since freshmen year in college with no issue, no jealousy and no complaints. Unless Ryan counted not being able to pleasure his friend the way he pleasured so many women.