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Blurb:
When Sheriff Nick Grey is talked into playing
Santa at the local mall by his devious sister Lana he fully expects to have a
miserable time. What he doesn’t know is
that Lana has convinced Peter DeKell to play one of his elves. Peter’s the town’s librarian and the object
of Nick’s affection since they were both children. The only problem is that while the entire
town knows that the Sheriff is head over heels for the quiet librarian, Peter
seems at best oblivious and at worst not interested.
After being faced with the temptation of Peter in
tights Nick finally breaks down and asks Peter to dinner and is elated when he
accepts. When disaster strikes in the
form of an ill-timed kiss Nick has to make a choice. Is he willing to finally give up on being with
Peter? Or will the lawman fight for his
librarian’s affections?
Teaser Excerpt:
He tastes better than Nick had ever imagined, salty but not too
bitter, and he still smells like soap and fresh clean skin. Nick sucks slow and hard, his mouth sliding up
and down Peter’s shaft in an easy rhythm while his tongue swirls around and
across the head of his cock, pausing every now and again to dip into his slit
and wiggle slightly. Peter’s moaning and
thrashing, trying to buck his hips up but unable to escape the iron grip Nick
has on his hip.
Nick just loses himself in the act, in the taste and feel of Peter
hard and throbbing in his mouth, in the knowledge that he finally has him where
he’s always wanted him. Peter’s panting
and calling his name above him and tugging gently at his hair in warning, but
Nick ignores it. He wants Peter to come,
wants to taste it, to have him lose control inside of his mouth with the
knowledge that Nick was the one who drove him to such extremes.
Peter comes hard and suddenly across his tongue, and Nick swallows it
down and keeps sucking. He cleans Peter
with his tongue, makes sure to get every drop there is and then keeps going
until Peter is tugging at his hair harder, his cock too sensitive for what
Nick’s doing.
He finally pulls off, but he doesn’t really give Peter a chance to
recover. Instead he grabs him by the
hips and flips him over onto his stomach so he can spread him open and press
his tongue against his hole. The
normally tightly furled muscle is loose from Peter’s orgasm and Nick just
presses inside ruthlessly. Peter moans
low in his throat and squirms, but this time he’s pressing back into Nick’s
mouth instead of trying to escape.
He fucks Peter slow and steady with his tongue, bites gently at his
rim just to feel him jump and twitch, and then slides a finger in alongside his
tongue just to hear him whine high in his throat. Nick keeps going, adds another finger and
then another, licks around them and between them, loosens Peter up for his cock
because he wants nothing between them, not even the slick slide of lube.
“Nick. Nick, please, please I’m
ready. I’m ready, Nick. I want it, I want it, come on, Nick, please.
Give it to me. Come on, come on, come
on!” Peter groans and presses farther
back onto Nick’s tongue and hand, and Nick growls and pulls himself away
slowly, like it’s painful to leave and it really kind of is.
“Fuck, Peter. Fuck. God, I can’t wait. I can’t.”
Nick’s frantic now, his own cock is full and heavy, curving up towards
his stomach and leaking desperately.
