The Beach House
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by Shawn Lane
Category: Erotica/Exhibitionist-Voyeur Erotica/Gay Fiction
Description: Beautiful model and actor Mason Adams rents a beach house for the summer in a seaside town to get away from his fast-paced, partying lifestyle in Los Angeles. After Mason nearly died from a drug overdose and served time in rehab, his agent is convinced the quiet life is the perfect way to get Mason's life and career back on track.
Mason, however, isn't sure the sedate life is for him--until he meets his neighbor, crime fiction author John Harding. Forced to retire from the fire department after a career-ending injury, John has found a new life in a modest beach house as a best-selling novelist. Life is good, but quiet and not exactly exciting, until Mason comes to stay next door for the summer.
Unable to resist the allure they feel for each other, Mason and John begin a torrid affair. But once the summer comes to an end, Mason knows he'll have to face a monumental decision--choosing between exciting new career opportunities and his new life with the man who has stolen his heart.
Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Exhibitionism / Public Places
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: August 2011
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [103 KB]
Reading time: 62-86 min.
When John's fingers grazed over Mason's nipples he nearly came unglued. He bucked back into the man, his ass pushing against John's evident erection.
Suddenly, he was turned to face the man himself and, before he could catch his breath, John roughly pushed him against the refrigerator. His hand closed around the aching bulge in Mason's pants, even as cereal boxes from the top of the fridge crashed down around them.
John's lips covered his, crushing them, his tongue probing through the seam and tangling with Mason's. His arms wrapped around John's neck, mostly to brace himself, since his feet dangled in the air. John ground against him, sending sparks all up and down his spine.
When he got to the point he could hardly breathe, Mason wrenched his mouth away on a ragged moan. "Oh my God."
John's hands rose to frame Mason's face, his fingers gripping his jaw, but not painfully. For just a few heartbeats their gazes held, hot as lava. And then John's lips grazed over his. Once, twice, drawing it out, teasing him into a near frenzy.
Just as the kiss deepened to the point Mason almost wondered if their mouths would fuse together, John dropped abruptly to his knees, causing Mason to stumble a little as his feet once more touched the ground. John's face was just inches from Mason's dick.
John opened the button-fly of Mason's jeans with expertise and soon he had Mason's rock-hard cock in his hand. A blunt, callused thumb brushed the tip, rubbing the drop of pre-cum that had appeared.
"Can't wait to taste you, pretty boy," John said, just as his mouth engulfed the head of Mason's cock.