[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Interracial Romance, M/M, sex toys, HEA]
Set in Little Rock and Wynne, Arkansas, Ice Cream and Kisses tells the story of Lance Carrington. On the exterior, he is arrogant and full of pride. So when Lance discovers that his partner Richard has been involved in a secret affair for two years, he immediately ends their relationship, hiding his pain from almost everyone.
Following the emotional heartbreak, Lance seeks solace in friend and fellow businessman DeMarco Alexander. What Lance really desires appears to be everything that DeMarco offers. When Lance finds his personality softening under DeMarco’s attention, can he trust the secret emotions long buried in his heart?
Then just when Lance believes that he is finally free from Richard’s torment, he is forced to relive painful memories and endure a situation that threatens to destroy everything that matters most in his life.
A Siren Erotic Romance
An Excerpt from “Ice Cream and Kisses”:
Lance instantly tangled their legs. Black hands were now in his hair, caressing and cradling his head, while chocolate lips parted his own. When their tongues met, Lance heard his lover groan, pulling their bodies closer. The sexual tension between them was erupting.
The same black lips left his, exploring his chest and nipples. Now it was Lance who had his hands in DeMarco’s micro braids, as his partner sucked each nipple. Lance knew he had pushed DeMarco’s head lower as his lover took the entire length of his dick into his mouth. Lance gasped as his head went back. His body arched sharply against the white silk sheets.
DeMarco’s lips were continuously swirling and sucking in rhythmic motion. So damn hard….so fucking hard! Lance was a leaker, and the more pressure that DeMarco’s lips applied to his swollen cock, the more pre-cum filled his partner’s mouth.
Lance’s body was now writhing as tangling his fingers in his partner’s hair now turned to gentle tugs. DeMarco brought him close so many times.
“Damn close to nutting in your mouth, sweet tea!”
Always at the last moment, just as Lance’s cock would begin pulsating, DeMarco pulled back.
“Not yet, white boy,” DeMarco whispered, covering Lance’s body once more with his own.
Lance felt his partner roll slightly off his body. This time he didn’t say anything when he heard the pop of the lube cap.
“Spread your legs, Lance,” DeMarco continued “Let me get you ready so we can love.”
First one warm lubed finger slipped slowly inside Lance’s ass. Then two. Finally after about five minutes, three of DeMarco’s fingers were sliding effortlessly. During the whole process, DeMarco had insisted that they keep their eyes open.
“Look at me, Lance, when I’m opening you up. Getting you ready so I can love you with my black dick. Fuck…it’s so damn hard, too! Wants to be all up inside my white boy’s ass!”
“Fuck me, DeMarco!” Lance breathed, feeling the warm flush of his skin mixing with the driving urge to come.
“Yeah….My white boy thinks he ready! Well you’re not!”
DeMarco slide his body up against the headboard, pulling Lance with him. Lance found himself now half-sitting, half-lying between his partner’s legs. Chocolate lips were on his neck. The same fingers were up his ass while DeMarco’s other hand was around his cock.
“DeMarco!” Lance breathed in a slow moan.
“Like sweet tea’s rhythm? So many times I’ve wanted to do this to you, be your candy maker. Every time I heard that sexy voice, my cock would get hard. Don’t think you were the only one on Wednesday who did the dirty deed. My dick made its own candy.”
The sweet torture seemed to go on forever. In a perfect rhythm that slowly increased its speed, Lance felt his partner sensually licking and sucking the skin of his neck. Three fingers in his ass combined with the hand around his dick were causing his body to writhe.
“I can feel your release building, white boy! Good one, too! That dick’s pulsating in my hand! Mother fuck, your muscles are loosening up! This is what I was talkin’ about, feeling and seeing your response to me. If you need to get loud, do it against my chest. It’ll muffle the sound a little.”
Lance quickly turned his head into his partner’s chest as he heard loud muffled groans. His body convulsed sharply as he felt a thick load of spunk leave his body. He was covered in sweat, breathing rapidly, as he watched DeMarco lick his juice from his hand.
“Do I taste good?” Lance asked, hearing the boyish tone in his voice.
“Best cum I’ve ever tasted. Must be a white boy secret. You’re ready now, too,” DeMarco said, pulling Lance beneath his body.
Lance watched as his lover rolled off him just enough to open his nightstand, retrieving a box of condoms.
“It may sound kinda odd, but I like the ribbed kind. So have most of my partners.”
Lance stopped his hand. “I trust you. Put those away. I don’t like how they feel. Besides, you trusted me enough to eat my cum.”
“Okay,” DeMarco said, putting them away. “You’ve only had one male partner though. I’ve had five. I test every six months, and my last one was clean.”
“So am I. That’s why we aren’t using the condoms. Just skin to skin.”
“Black on white,” DeMarco whispered.
As if DeMarco had read his mind earlier in the shower, Lance felt his partner opening his legs pushing them back against his chest. Lance automatically tilted his hips, exposing the entry to his most private emotions.
“I like your back door, white boy,” DeMarco said as Lance felt him teasing his opening with the same fingers that he had inside him moments earlier. “That hole looks all open and ready for its sweet tea. Are you ready, Lance?”
Lance nodded, not taking his eyes from his partner. DeMarco’s gaze was so intimate that it sent a rush of heat through his body.
“We’ll go slowly,” DeMarco continued, allowing half of his weight to rest on Lance’s upper body, while his hand stroked Lance’s cheek. “I’ve got my other hand around my dick, too. It’ll help me control how deep I go for now.”
“Oh God!” Lance moaned as he felt the head of DeMarco’s dick slip inside.
“Relax, Lance. I can feel you tightening around me. Open up, baby.”
“Damn, sweet tea! I’d forgotten how good this feels!”
As Lance wrapped his legs around DeMarco’s waist, every inch of his partner’s hard dick quickly filled him.
“Shit, mother fucking white boy! Your ass is so damn warm and tight!”
Based on the intensity of DeMarco’s words, Lance half expected him to pound him hard. Instead his partner grew tender.
Copyright © Andrew Jericho
Andrew Jericho is a ManLove erotic romance author for Siren-BookStrand Publishing. As a long supporter of LGBTQ rights, he is thrilled to be able to reflect this in the publication of his books that explore the lives of gay men in real situations of life and love.
Andrew’s writing proves that love and erotic attraction are the same regardless of gender and/or sexual orientation. Often his characters select themselves, as they are provided with a literary voice. Once a story develops, Andrew is compelled to see it through to completion. His characters make sure of that fact. Love and eroticism are two very important and powerful emotions that drive not only Andrew’s characters, but his style of writing as well. In their purest forms, Andrew has seen those concepts transform characters into better individuals.
Andrew is a gay transman, currently residing with his partner, John Jericho, and family in Hot Springs, AR. When not writing expect to find him enjoying spending time with family, photography, eclectic tastes in music and the arts, and browsing the local library and art galleries.
All of Andrew’s work can be found at: http://akkinley.com.
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