In less than 12 hours you’ll be able to read Love My Children First!
Here’s a little bit to hold you over until then:
Toby Jacobson is a pansexual man living a heterosexual life as a happily married father of four with a fifth child on the way, but a sinister illness lurks in the shadows. A month after the birth of his daughter, the unimaginable happens when his wife, Sydney, falls into a coma after suffering a brain bleed and is declared braindead. Facing a future without her, Toby searches for a live-in nanny to care for his children without success until a friend recommends a highly qualified but inexperienced former classmate, but there is a catch, Cliff Turnbull is a man, he’s an Adonis, and he’s a virgin.
While managing life-threatening emergencies, emotional outbursts from the grieving children, antagonistic—divorced parents, a meddling—suspicious mother’s interventions, and memories of Sydney, images of a gay, youthful-fling return to Toby and physical yearnings begin to surface in Cliff. In the ensuing weeks, as a smoldering physical attraction begins to grow between them, Toby and Cliff travel a tumultuous path while they try to regain some semblance of order and build a new life for the family. Through it all, Cliff remains steadfast in his support of Toby and the children as they slowly discover a depth of love that no one could have believed possible and a passion than neither could have imagined.
Toby stepped forward and rested his left hand on Cliff’s shoulder. “You said you wanted to kiss me.”
Cliff looked down at his shoes. “I did.”
“We could start with that.” Toby reached his hand to the back of Cliff’s head and pulled it down. He brushed his lips across Cliff’s and then kissed him at the corner of his mouth. “Is this okay?” He whispered as he brushed their cheeks together and then nibbled Cliff’s earlobe.
“Yes.” Cliff whimpered as fine tremors permeated his body.
Toby drew his cheek back and slowly brushed his lips past Cliff’s again and kissed him gently on the other corner of his mouth.
Cliff followed his mouth and met his lips with his own. His mouth opened as he let out a moan.
Toby slid his tongue in and held Cliff’s face in both hands as he pressed their lips together. As he moved away, he gently grasped Cliff’s bottom lip with his teeth and pulled it with him.
“Oh! Oh! Toby!” Cliff pulled his head away and reached for his groin.
“Toby when you did that, my body … I’m getting…” Cliff pressed his hand down against his growing erection. “Toby, I’m sorry. I can’t stop it.”
“Don’t. Do you trust me, Cliff?”
“Yes,” Cliff squeaked.
“May I touch you?”
Cliff nodded his head. “Mmm hmm.”
“I’m not going to hurt you, Cliff. You can tell me to stop at any time, and I will. I promise.”
“Okay. What are you going to do?”
Toby reached down and traced the outline of Cliff’s swelling penis. It extended well down his left thigh. When Toby squeezed, Cliff gasped. “Oh! Oh, my, G … G … God!”
Toby slid his hand along the growing member’s length as he worked it up behind the pocket until it rested just below the belt, then squeezed the head.
Cliff’s knees buckled, and he began to drop to the floor.
“Let’s move you to the sofa,” Toby said, as he grabbed ahold of him. He led Cliff by the hand and sat him down. “Unbuckle your belt and unbutton and unzip your pants.”
“Okay. Toby, I’m so nervous.” He fumbled with the buckle.
Toby moved in front of Cliff and pushed the coffee table back. Then he kneeled down. “It’s okay, Cliff.” He reached for the belt and undid it, then unzipped his fly.
“Now, lift your butt and pull your pants down to your knees.”
Once he’d done it, Toby pulled them down to his ankles.
“Oh, Toby, it’s getting bigger.”
“I can see that. Now, pull your shirt up to your chest and raise your butt.”
When Cliff lifted, Toby began pulling his boxers down, but the head of his penis got stuck in the elastic. Toby reached his hand in and freed it.
“Oh my God!”
“It’s okay, Cliff. You’re doing fine.”
“Toby, the sensations… When you touched me… I can’t believe how it feels. I … I…”
“Just let it happen, Cliff.” Toby pulled his boxers down to join the pants.
“Now, pull off your shirt and slide your hips forward until your butt is at the edge of the sofa. Then put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers.”
“Okay,” Cliff squeaked again. As he slid forward, he was forced to spread his legs apart, around Toby’s body.
“Now lean your head back and close your eyes. I want you to focus on what you’re feeling. You don’t have to do anything.”
Cliff did as he was told.
“I’m not going to hurt your, Cliff. I’m going to touch you in different places and in different ways. This can be intense the first time because the pleasure sensations can be overwhelming, so try not to cry out.”
“Okay. Okay, I’ll try.”
Toby placed his hands against Cliff’s groin, surrounding his penis and lifting his scrotum with his thumbs.
Cliff jumped. “Oh,” he moaned.
Toby moved his fingers down to beneath Cliff’s nearly lemon-sized balls. When he rhythmically raked the tips of his fingers beneath his sack, Cliff’s shaft lurched upward. Toby watched the shaft pulsate as it filled with blood until it stood erect, hugging Cliff’s abdomen.
Toby drew his fingertips up Cliff’s thighs, up his hairy, rigid abdomen, until he reached his chest.
“Your six-pack, Cliff … it’s so hard, like it’s made from cobblestones and your pecs are solid masses of muscle.” He circled his fingers around Cliff’s nipples and allowed them to linger there as he gently pinched them. One at a time he licked them, leaving a tendril of saliva to his mouth as he blew on them.
With each breath, Cliff’s torso lunged forward.
When Toby drew his fingernails across his nipples, they swelled and hardened, forcing Cliff to grunt with pleasure.
Toby stood up and kicked off his shoes. Then he dropped his pants and briefs and kicked them away. He was semi-erect. He kneeled onto the sofa and then scooted up and slid his butt along Cliff’s thighs. Ending in his lap, he thrust his groin up and down the rigid shaft as his own manhood continued to engorge with blood.
Cliff cried out. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!” A bead or pre-cum emerged from the slit of his bulbous glans.
“It’s okay, Cliff.” Toby planted his mouth against Cliff’s parted lips. “Just let it happen.”
“Toby, it’s … it’s … I can’t describe it. Oh, my God! Is that your penis … touching mine?”
Toby pressed a finger to Cliff’s lips. “Hush.”
When Toby drew his fingertips out to just beneath Cliff’s armpits and down his flanks, Cliff moaned again. Then he slid the back of his right hand against Cliff’s belly and drew it forward until his palm pressed against the massive, turgid rod. Focusing his contact along the shaft, he slid it up from the base while pulling it slightly toward him until it pressed against his own.
“Oh, God! Oh, my God! Oh, Toby. Oh, my God!”
By the time his hand reached the glans, it was well above Cliff’s belly button just beneath his breast bone.
“It’s quite large, Cliff.” Holy fuck it’s a monster, Toby screamed to himself inside his head. “There’s a lot here to … how do I say it … to handle. Are you doing okay?”
“Toby. Oh, Toby. Oh, my God. Toby.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
The bead of pre-cum rose up as more began to ooze beneath it. Toby lightly pressed his palm over the forming globule and moved it in circles, spreading Cliff’s natural lubricant over, around, and under the bulbous head.
Again, Cliff’s torso lurched forward. He reached for his cock, but Toby pushed his hands away and then blew a tight stream of air across the glistening slit. Once he had completely coated the head, he wrapped his hand around the glans and slowly slid it downward along both of their shafts.
Cliff’s teeth closed over his upper lip. He grunted as his hips bucked up involuntarily, shoving his shaft through Toby’s barely clenched fist and against Toby’s erection.
As Toby slid farther down, his fingers began to splay apart. Their shafts were simply too thick to be encased by one hand alone.
“Are you okay, Cliff?” Holy fuck! Toby thought. How am I going to get my mouth around him?
“Yeah. Yeah. Don’t stop. Oh, God. Please don’t stop.”
I’m so very pleased to announce the release of When Lightning Strikes Twice, the third book in my Lightning Series, only from Evernight Publishing.
Discharged from intensive care after an invasion and attempt on their lives, Jason and Aaron return to their home, but it has become a militarized, cocooned compound with a new security force and support staff hired to ensure that their dream for Nathan’s Promise, an LGBTQ physical rehab center, becomes a reality.
Friends both old and new join them, and in the ensuing days and weeks, Nathan’s Promise begins to take shape. Jason experiences a bittersweet reunion with his beloved barn animals, and romance between two of their new friends burns to a fevered pitch, an ex-Marine comes out to his father, and a mass-casualty event ensues.
Jason, Aaron, and the remaining survivors struggle to treat the wounded before time runs out, but a freezing rainstorm has grounded their rescue by helicopter. Who will survive until morning? Has fate forced them to concede that their dream for the LGBTQ community has been shattered? And will the prediction of a new nemesis make their lives a hell on earth?
Be Warned: m/m sex, rimming, sex toys
With Shane’s legs spread apart in a slight frog-like position, Braden had unrestricted access to Shane’s cock, balls, and anus.
He poured warm oil over Shane’s hairy, muscular gluteal mounds and drizzled it down his butt crack until it emerged to cover his scrotum and then overflowed onto his cock shaft, eventually bleeding into the sheet. He climbed onto the table and kneeled between Shane’s thighs. Then he grasped each cheek firmly and began to push them up and out, exposing his anus. He began to knead the cheeks and pull them apart as he barely grazed his thumbs across the opening of Shane’s hole. Shane’s breathing changed from a steady rhythm to intermittent short gasps whenever Braden’s thumbs found their mark.
When he focused his fingers in circular motions around the outer sphincter, Shane gasped, lifted his head, and then fell back to sleep. Ever so gently, Braden began to make the circles smaller and smaller until the outer sphincter relaxed and opened on its own. He rubbed the pad of his middle fingertip up and down the opening and slowly worked it in. He drizzled more oil over his finger and watched it slide into the opening as he advanced ever so slightly, repeating the circular motion until he met the resistance of the internal sphincter, but soon, it, too, opened and invited Braden to explore the depths of Shane’s erogenous zone.
Shane began to moan softly in his sleep as Braden advanced deeper and deeper until he found the spongy, twin-mounds of his prostate. He reached down with his other hand and rubbed his thumb in a circular motion just beneath the back of Shane’s glans, along the frenum and then traced his thumb up under his sack to the base of the shaft. Shane’s cock began to swell and grow as it crept along the sheet like a turtle extending its head from its shell.
Braden reached under the shaft and lifted it from the sheet as he began to massage the head between his fingertips and his thumb, and then advanced his other finger deeper until it again pressed against Shane’s growing prostate.
When Shane’s moans deepened, Braden slid his fingers along the cock shaft to the base and back up to the tip, repeating the motion and intensifying the pressure. He was rewarded by the appearance of a bead of clear nectar, which he leaned down and licked with his tongue.
Shane opened his eyes. “Braden, oh, my, God. What are you doing to me? It’s so good. It’s so good. Don’t stop. Whatever you’re doing, please don’t stop.”
“There’s so much more I can do for you, if you want me to, or do you want to come now?”
“God, how can you make me choose? I could go on like this forever, but I want to come so badly. It’s so wonderful. So wonderful. My asshole is vibrating. It’s beautiful. Beautiful. I never knew I could experience such pleasure. There’s such a warmth deep inside my groin, and it’s spreading out all through my body and there’s a tingling that’s starting inside my cock. It’s inside my prostate and my balls, too. You’re a devil. You’re a devil, Braden.”
Braden leaned down again and sucked the glans of Shane’s cock into his mouth as he began to rub his prostate in circular motions. A stream of sweet and musky nectar was expelled from the slit, followed by a steady trickle. Shane curled his toes and lifted his head, shaking it from side to side.
“So good. It’s so good, Braden. God, you’re incredible. I want to come so bad. I need to come. I need to come!”
“But, do you want to come … now? That’s all I need to know, Shane. We’ve only grazed the surface of what I can do for you, but if you really want to come now, I’ll give it to you.”
“Devil! You devil! I want to come, but I don’t. I want more. I want more. I can’t believe there can be more than this. It’s impossible. You’re a liar. You’re a liar, Braden. There can’t be more than this. There can’t be. It would kill me. You’d kill me.”
“Do you want to experience something more intense than this, Shane? Do you?”
“Yes! Yes! Please, yes!”
Braden returned his mouth to Shane’s cock and began to suck. He pressed deeper with his finger against his prostate. Then he added a second finger, spreading Shane’s anus apart even further. He began sliding his fingers in and out past the sphincters as he sucked harder and harder against Shane’s straining shaft. When his fingers were buried to their hilt, he tapped Shane’s prostate three times. Then he added a third finger, stretching Shane to the limits of his tolerance. Then he stopped.
“What are you doing? Why’d you stop? Don’t stop!”
“To give you a break, Shane. I want this to build and build. I sensed you could come at any second, but I want to make this last for you, Shane.”
“Oh, my, God. I can’t take it!”
“But you want to take it. You want to. Trust me. You said you trust me, right, Shane?”
“Yes, but why are you torturing me?”
“I’m not torturing you, Shane, I’m preparing you.”
Jason cannot believe that Aaron, the man whose life he saved and who helped him break free from PTSD, has suddenly returned to him. Healed, whole, and ready to renew their growing love, they begin to plan a future together. With their first night of torrid lovemaking, they dream of many more, but fate is against them.
A dark nemesis from Jason’s past reappears with lethal intent, driven by a grudge from having been disgraced by a military tribunal. The fallout for Jason and Aaron is far-reaching and heart-wrenching and tears into the fabric of the life they have so carefully begun to weave.
When hatred strikes in a barrage of gunfire, they are left fighting for their lives. Their only focus is to take back what has been ripped away from them; their only hope, that the strength of their love will be enough.
“You look beautiful,” Aaron said as Jason approached the bed.
“So do you. How did I get so lucky?”
“Luck had nothing to do with it, baby. You saved my life. You were kind to me, and you took care of me, and day by day, I fell more and more in love with you, and now you’re stuck with me.” Aaron opened his arms, and Jason climbed into them.
“I can live with that.”
As they began to kiss, Aaron rolled Jason onto his back. “Now let me take care of you for a change.”
“Just go slow, Aaron, and remember, just because I can’t go for too long doesn’t mean that I don’t want to.”
“Yes, baby. I’m going to take such good care of you.”
“I’m all yours, Aaron.”
“Yes, you’re mine.”
Aaron rolled to his side and began to slowly run the back of his fingertips across the thick, trimmed hair that covered Jason’s chest, lingering over each nipple when he crossed them. Then he moved it up and down his belly, barely making contact, raising goosebumps. “I could do this for hours, baby, but I know I’d be pushing it, and I don’t want to put too much stress on you.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just…”
“Hush, my love, I know,” he answered as he covered Jason’s mouth with his own.
He ran his fingertips through the manicured lawn above Jason’s growing shaft and then cupped his balls into his palm, gently squeezing and massaging them.
Jason’s lips parted. As he let out a moan, Aaron drove his tongue deep inside Jason’s mouth.
“Baby, I could come just like this,” Jason moaned again as he pulled his mouth away.
“Is that what you want?”
“No, I want to come with you inside me.”
“Then I’ll make that happen.”
Aaron slid himself down along the length of Jason’s body until his face hovered above his shaft. He lowered his head and gently squeezed his balls as if he was testing the ripeness of an orange, just enough to bring the first drop of sweet nectar to the surface. When it appeared at the slit in the head, he flicked the tip of his tongue across it, lifting the drop as it emerged. Immediately, he encircled the reddened helmet with his mouth and began to flick his tongue around the corona and down the frenum. Then he began to suck.
Jason’s body spasmed. “Oh! Oh, my! Aaron.”
Aaron rose to his knees and pivoted around while moving his right thigh across Jason’s chest until he straddled it. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and slid down the shaft, deep throating it until his nose became buried in Jason’s balls.
Jason lifted his head and pulled Aaron’s sack into his mouth as he nuzzled his nose behind it, inhaling Aaron’s musk.
Aaron sucked Jason’s shaft hard as he pulled up and lingered over the crown, and then he released it for a moment. “Oh, Jason, your scent. It drives me wild.”
Instinctively, Jason spread open his thighs when Aaron began to milk his shaft with his mouth. When Aaron reached down and began to circle his middle finger around Jason’s hole, Jason groaned and tightened his abdominal muscles, causing his hips to roll upward. “Ow! Aaron, help me. It’s pulling on my ribs.”
“Where the chest tube was?”
“I’ve got you, baby.” Aaron grasped Jason’s butt cheeks with his hands, spreading them apart, while he slid his mouth from the head and traced his tongue downward along the underside of Jason’s shaft. When he reached his balls, he mouthed them one at a time, rolling them against his tongue. Then he moved down further, licking along the shaft as it ran beneath the base of his pelvis until he reached Jason’s clenching hole. In one long motion, he spread his tongue wide and licked along the crack from the base of Jason’s cock and across the hole, until he came out the other end. Then he tightened his tongue into a lance and began to drive it against Jason’s outer sphincter, jabbing and wiggling it as he went until it relented and opened itself to him.
Jason’s body began to tremble and lurch in time with Aaron’s advances. Guttural sounds erupted from his throat as Aaron devoured him like a predator feasting over a fresh kill. The louder Jason became, the more Aaron was driven into a feeding frenzy as he sucked and slurped and swallowed until he breached the final barrier.
Aaron pulled away and reached for a bottle of lube. He popped it open and squeezed a huge glop over his fingers, then wiggled his middle finger against the outer sphincter of Jason’s hole at the same moment he dove down on his shaft again and began to suck, feverishly. Jason’s hole puckered, but then opened as he advanced past the inner sphincter. Making small circles as he probed deeper, he massaged the muscles and coated them with the slick lube until his finger was in to the last knuckle. Then he added his index finger and began sliding them together in and out and around and around.
“God!” Jason shouted. His breathing became ragged as he gasped against the advance of Aaron’s ministrations, and when he added a third finger, Jason began to pant.
“You’re almost there, my love,” Aaron said as he readied the fourth.
“I’m ready, Aaron. Please. I’m ready.”
When Aaron had all four fingers inside him and began to caress his prostate, Jason’s hips began to buck, wildly. A jet of pre-cum was ejected from the now purple head, and Aaron sucked it down his throat, greedily.
“Easy, baby. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“I can’t help it, Aaron. Not when you do that!”
“I’m sorry, I was too aggressive. I forgot…”
“Don’t apologize! Not for that! Not ever!”
“Roll onto your side, baby. I’m going to take you slow. Slow and steady. Just let me do everything. I don’t want you to rip open any stitches. How would I explain that to your doctors?”
“Aaron, forget the fucking stitches! They’re coming out tomorrow. Now, please,” Jason moaned, “make love to me.”
Aaron’s cock bounced with each heartbeat, aching for release. He slid his body next to Jason’s, rolled him back onto his side, and encircled him in an embrace. Then he slowly slid his shaft along the cleft between Jason’s butt cheeks, through his thighs, and under his balls until its head found daylight on the other side. Jason reached down and scooped up what remained of Aaron’s saliva and mixed it with the pre-cum that oozed from his slit. He grasped the engorged head of Aaron’s cock and began to lubricate it.