Welcome to the November Steam Hop! If you’d like to heat up your fall, you’re in the right place.
The MFRW Steam blog hop is a monthly event that showcases authors in the Marketing for Romance Writers community who write more steamy stories.
Today I'm sharing a teaser from my holiday romance ‘Tis the Season. Enjoy! And don’t forget to follow the links at the end of this post to sample more spicy excerpts.
Is it possible to be both a good Jew and a gay man? Jonah Dillon doesn’t think so. He can’t reconcile his faith with his attraction to men so he turns his back on Judaism. Away at college for the holidays, he plans to lose his virginity to Christian, the blue-eyed, blond, goy of his dreams.
Images of Jonah floated through Aaron’s head as he stroked his aching cock, each one sexier than the last.
He’d always believed that love at first sight was the stuff of fairytales, but the first time he’d locked eyes with Jonah, he’d felt the world fall away, and he’d been so sexually ignited that he couldn’t help thinking, wow, this is the one.
The rabbi must be right. Their meeting had been a predestined, spiritual connection. Only time would tell if he’d met his soulmate, but right now, he’d enjoy the heady intoxication of the feelings spreading throughout his body.
Aaron’s breath heaved as his hand moved over his engorged shaft. He pictured Jonah laid out on his bed, waiting to be brought to the heights of ecstasy.
A pretty picture, but Aaron wondered if Jonah could return those feelings. Jonah was too conflicted, too confused. He was still in the closet. They were strictly friends. Still, Aaron couldn’t help but feel satisfaction when the Jonah in his fantasy growled and begged to be filled.
Aaron slid his fist down his erection. Slow, then fast, then faster. Working his hand up and down his cock, as the pictures in his head played out. Pre-cum dripped from the tip of his cock. He was on the brink of an orgasm, but he bit his lip to keep from coming. Wanting to prolong this, he backed off. Wait. Breathe. Then he started pumping again, while his other hand tugged his balls. His breathing sped up, and his balls went tight.
A moment of anticipation, one more hard stroke, and strings of white shot from the slit, spattering his chest. His legs quivering, his hands trembling, he laid back, thinking.
How much longer could he continue this charade with Jonah? He wanted to take their friendship to the next level, but he didn’t want to become the dirty little secret of a man still in the closet.
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.