Throwdown Thursday. Or, Thirsty Thursday? Whatever. There’s sex.

***WARNING!!! Very naughty excerpt involving naughty adult gay men. You must be at least 18 and love naughty gay men!***

Hello, my Pervy Readers!

Falling For Disaster is doing so well and I’m just pee-my-pants happy about the response I’m getting. Finn and Saint are definitely one of my favorite pairs.

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  I’m starting work on my next book but I thought I’d share another excerpt from Falling For Disaster, in case you haven’t had a chance to read it yet.

 ***WARNING!!! Very naughty excerpt involving naughty adult gay men. You must be at least 18 and love naughty gay men!*** 

“Is something wrong?” Finn asked carefully and Saint’s eyes were large and turbulent when they flicked to Finn’s.

“God damn it,” Saint gasped as he rushed at Finn.

“What?” Finn jumped and took a few steps back before Saint’s hands locked around Finn’s face.

Saint’s eyes were wild as his mouth collided with Finn’s and he growled as his tongue swept past Finn’s lips. Saint was ruthless and hungry. His tongue thrust and probed urgently and Finn could only hang on as he was thrown against the staircase. His hands clung to Saint’s shoulders as complete shock and a little fear flooded Finn’s brain. Saint groaned as one hand slid through Finn’s hair and cupped the back of his head and the other wrapped around Finn’s neck. Saint angled his head, taking the kiss deeper and heat and need exploded. Finn locked an arm around Saint’s neck and the taste of mint and wind had his nerves flickering. Saint pulled back and another hoarse growl tore from his throat as he pushed Finn’s t-shirt up his chest and whipped it over his head. Finn blinked, dazed and breathless, then hissed when Saint’s lips and tongue attacked the corner of his neck.

“Fuck. You smell so good,” Saint panted as his hands roamed over Finn’s chest and stomach. They were rough, covered with callouses and huge as they gripped and slid over Finn’s body frantically while his teeth grazed Finn’s skin. “What is that?” He asked and Finn forced his eyes open as he tried to remember.

“It’s a beeswax and jojoba based apothecary blend I order from New York,” he said and Saint raised his head.

“What?” He asked as his head pulled back in confusion. Finn shook his head.

“Never mind,” he said as he reached for Saint and pulled his lips to his.

Finn’s fingers dug into Saint’s hair and he tugged at the elastic band and hummed in delight as it slipped off and Saint’s hair fell. It was warm and feathery soft against the backs of Finn’s hands and the smell of shampoo filled Finn as he sucked on Saint’s lower lip. There was a soft grunt and Finn was pinned against the wall and his eyes flared as the hard heat of Saint’s erection pressed against the corner of Finn’s thigh. Saint’s hands wrapped around Finn’s ass and he ground his hips as he groaned Finn’s name. Then, those large hands locked around Finn’s shoulders, holding Finn against the wall as Saint stepped back. His eyes were dark and hard as they poured into Finn’s before they slid down Finn’s body.

“Son of a bitch,” Saint complained under his breath and Finn looked down and frowned. Aside from a very serious and obvious hard-on pushing against the front of his sweatpants, Finn couldn’t see anything remarkable about his appearance.

“Is something wroooohhh…” The question turned into a moan when Saint grabbed the front of Finn’s pants and boxers and tugged them down, releasing Finn’s pulsing length. Saint shook his head but his eyes were locked on Finn’s cock. Finn’s eyes flared as he watched Saint’s hand wrap around his length then his head fell back and his eyelids dropped as Saint began to stroke.

“I shouldn’t be doing this. I told myself I had to leave you alone,” Saint rasped and a weak laugh burst from Finn as his head rolled against the wall. Heat and pleasure swirled in is groin and his body was starting to twitch as his nerves tightened.

“I’m glad you didn’t listen,” he said and he couldn’t stop his lips from curving. He licked them and shook his head in disbelief. The crisp taste of Saint’s lips and tongue was still there and Finn felt like he was wrapped in Saint’s clean, soft scent and warmth. Then, he wasn’t. Finn opened his eyes and had to blink several times before he looked down and found Saint on his knees, his lips hovering in front of Finn’s cock as Saint’s hand continued to tug. “Holy shit,” Finn whispered and he instinctively reached for the banister above his head.

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Throwdown Thursday. Or, Thirsty Thursday? Whatever. There’s sex.

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