A Hundred Fires
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by A. J. Llewellyn, Stephani Hecht
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Angel Marquez Cienfuegos?in Spanish, his last name means A Hundred Fires, and Angel is as fiery as they come. A hero in his home country of Cuba, he's used to getting what he wants?and what he wants is his former lover, Cristiano. Still torn up over the loss of his lover now happily involved with hockey player, Alex Hunter, Angel's career is on the rise, but the Cuban government is playing havoc with his family life. Desperate to get his dying mother to the US so he can take care of her, the Cuban government won't allow her to leave the country. Angel is being punished for fleeing his country and turning pro--pro sports are illegal in Cuba. Determined to win back Cristiano and bring his mother to him, everything changes when he meets Alex's bad boy hockey champion buddy, Derik Grasser. The hard-scrabble boxer and rich hockey player make their own fire--on and off the ice in this sequel to Fire and Ice.
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks, 2010 eXtasy Books
eBookwise Release Date: July 2010
12 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [141 KB]
Reading time: 86-121 min.
Now, as they stood in his room, the door shut against the world, they laughed as they heard the moans coming from the guest bedroom.
"You know," Derik said, "I've never given head to a world boxing champion before."
Angel grinned. "Think you can handle it?"
"Oh, yeah." Derik pushed him to the bed and Angel laughed. He was used to being the aggressor and this was total pleasure, having a huge, hot, hung guy wanting him.
They swapped a few delirious kisses, Angel sighing at the sublime feeling of a warm, hard body with a gigantic cock ready for him. It had never felt like this with women. He already knew Derik would fuck him. Usually Angel was the one who topped, but he wanted Derik inside him, rocking his world.
Derik moved down Angel's body, his lips and tongue bringing him back to sensual life. Derik knew where and how to lick a man, that's for sure. By the time his mouth closed over the head of Angel's cock, the fighter was kicking the sheets, begging for release.
"Not so fast, champ."
Derik came off Angel's cock quickly.
"What? What's going on?"
"On your knees."
Angel turned over, raising himself up, shocked when Derik's face pressed into him. Angel thought he'd died and gone to heaven. Derik ate him as if this was his last supper. Angel arched up into him, Derik's tongue laving at his hole, slipping inside him with the aid of a finger.
"Oh, fuck," Angel moaned.
"Turn over," he demanded again.
Angel was on fire.
"You look like you're ready to come," Derik said, his own cock bobbing and leaking.
"I won't have you coming until I'm ready." He got off the bed. "Stay there. Or else."
Derik left the room, the door open wide.
What the fuck? Angel heard him in the kitchen. I can't believe he's out there, walking around naked. Alex and Cristiano might see him. I want his cock!
Derik came back with a bag of frozen peas. He closed the door once again and advanced toward Angel. He held the peas against Angel's hot, swollen ball sac. Angel yelped.
"Let me kiss it better," Derik crooned, taking Angel's balls into his mouth one at a time. Derik didn't touch his cock again, but pressed the peas against his ass and balls. He sucked Angel's tongue into his mouth, making Angel's cock leap in frantic desire. He moved down sucking Angel's nipples. Finally, his hand moved back to Angel's cock. He fondled it, then bent to suck the now-slick head. He moved Angel back to his knees again.
"You got rubbers?"
"Yes, yes." Angel pointed to the nightstand. Derik reached over and pulled out the box.
"Fuck me. Oh Christ, fuck me."