Which man is his true future? #MMHolidayRomance #ParanormalRomance #Giveaway #MFRWsteam

My excerpt for this month’s Steam Hop comes from my BDSM-themed MM holiday romance, A Kinky Christmas Carol. I suspect that Charles Dickens would not approve.

But if you like what you read, leave me a comment. I’ll give away a copy of this 21K novella to a randomly chosen person who does.

Blurb

Michael dreams of being a slave. His lover Neil has no clue about his dirty desires; Michael’s too ashamed to share his submissive fantasies with his burly, powerful partner. Frustrated and confused, he wonders whether he and Neil really belong together.

Then, on Christmas Eve, Michael receives a visit from a sexy Dom named Thorne Wilder, who claims to be his lover from the future. Thorne shows Michael scenes from a wild life of sexual excess that he claims they'll share if he breaks up with Neil.

Should Michael trust the ghost of Christmas future, or does his true future lie with Neil?

The Steam

“So, Michael. Have you been a good little boy?” Neil loomed over me, one hand against the wall on either side of my head. “Do you deserve the goodies that Santa’s brought for you?” Leaning forward, he trailed a wet tongue up my neck, from my open collar to just below my earlobe. When I squirmed in response, he flattened his pelvis against the lump growing in my jeans and fastened his mouth on mine. The fake beard got in the way. He ripped it off and resumed kissing me, while his hands slipped around me to cup my ass.

I loved the way Neil kissed, with his full body, investing his entire being into the process. I snuggled against his red felt jacket, allowing him to take possession of my mouth. His kisses were deep, wet, full of soul. They made me light-headed. They made me hard. I could taste the beer he had drunk at the party and the peppermint candy cane that we’d shared on the way home, but underneath there was the familiar flavor of Neil, my housemate, friend and lover.

I forced my hand between our bodies and fumbled at his zipper. “Oh, are you being a naughty little boy?” he breathed in my ear. “Santa will have to punish you.”

His words thrilled me. Oh, if only he would make good on his threats! I knew from experience that he was only teasing, though. But maybe tonight would be different. With the holiday high, the post-party buzz, maybe tonight he’d give me what I craved.

I wrenched his fly open and wriggled through the opening in his briefs until I had what I wanted – the silky sensation of his cock-skin under my fingers. My own cock throbbed as I stroked him, marveling at the contrast between the rock-hard flesh underneath and the satin-smooth layer that enclosed it.

I wanted to sink to my knees and suck him, right there in the hallway. I wanted him to fuck my mouth until I gagged, then drown me in his cum. Instead, he extricated my hand from his trousers and squeezed it affectionately. “Let’s go to bed, baby. Let’s get naked.”

I followed him down the corridor to the back of the flat. By the time I reached the bedroom, the Santa costume was a crumpled scarlet heap in one corner. Neil stood by the side of the bed, hands on his hips, his cock jutting proudly from the black tangle at his groin. He was a fearsome sight, a towering six foot four with thighs like tree trunks and arms that could crush you to a pulp. It’s true, his hairline had started to recede, and he had the barest beginnings of love handles. He was thirty six, after all. But he was still the powerful, bear-like guy I’d fallen in love with three years ago.

Before he knew what was happening, I was at his feet. I grabbed his cock and swallowed it whole, burying my nose in the fragrant, curly hair at its root. My balls tightened as I was washed in his scent. He moaned and jerked his hips, ramming the bulb against the back of my throat. My cock surged. When he heard me gag, though, Neil retreated, pulling halfway out of my mouth. I sucked him back in, swirling my tongue around his shaft, trying to make him lose control.

It didn’t work. He pumped in and out of my mouth with measured thrusts, careful not to plunge too deep. I reached between his legs, stroked his balls, brushed my finger across his sphincter, urged the tip inside. Neil groaned and clenched his cheeks together, trapping my hand. But he didn’t let go the way I wanted him to. He didn’t go crazy. He didn’t grab my hair and ram his cock down my throat, the way I’d imagined.

He felt wonderful. He tasted great. I knew that I was giving him pleasure. My own cock was huge, aching to be let out of my jeans. I felt his love, surrounding me. He was in touch with me – he could read my reactions. He knew when he was causing me pain. What he couldn’t sense, apparently, was the fact that I didn’t want him to stop.

Before long, he pulled out. Perhaps, at some level, he did feel my disappointment. “I’d much rather come in your tight little ass,” he told me with a grin as he undressed me, gleeful as a kid unwrapping a Christmas present. He ran his hand over my smooth pecs and down my belly. “God, Michael, you are one hot boy.” Grasping my cock in his fist, he smeared my pre-cum over the bulb with his thumb. My hips jerked reflexively. “Yeah, that’s right. That’s a good little boy. Come for Santa.”

“No – don’t. Fuck me, the way you said. The way you promised. Please. I want to come with you inside me.”

“Well, since you ask so nicely… On the bed, then. On your hands and knees, with your ass in the air.”

I scrambled to follow his instructions. He knew this was my favorite position. To be so vulnerable – it brought me close to coming just to think about it. I sank down on my elbows, spread my legs and presented my butt to Neil.

I felt the bed shift as he climbed up behind me, then the heat coming off his body. He stroked my cheeks. His palm was smooth, his fingertips callused from playing his guitar. I writhed under his gentle touch, loving it but wanting more. I couldn’t help imagining the delicious sting if he were to raise his powerful hand and bring it down on my poor, tender ass. My cock jumped at the notion.

Slap me, I broadcast silently. Spank me. The message apparently did not get through. Instead, he spread my cheeks and blew on lightly my hole. A flutter of excitement shimmered through me.

 

Buy Links

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