Gay Historical Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I cried out softly, my head rolling back against the gazebo railing as his fingers crept higher, finally stopping right at the edge of the wet lace. "You did mean to," he countered, his voice dropping to a harsh, gritty whisper against my ear. His hot breath sent a fresh wave of moisture pooling between my legs. "You want exactly what you were picturing. You want me to ruin you." Without waiting for me to answer, his long fingers hooked into the damp edge of my lace panties and slid them completely to the side. The cool air hit my bare, dripping skin, but it was instantly replaced by the intense, blistering heat of his hand. He didn’t hesitate. He pressed his flat palm directly against my sw

“That his wife is here with me, legs spread, panting from just the feel of my mouth on her most intimate parts.” Mara stared up at him, hollowed out and full at the same time. The shame was there, but beneath it, warmer and stronger, was a terrifying sense of rightness. This was wrong. This was her brother, but her body had never felt more alive. Dominic had never kissed her there. He said it was messy and wasn't necessary, even though she always went down on him whenever he wanted. He just didn't want to return the favour. Instead, he made her feel disgusting for wanting it whenever she asked for one.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

I leaned back in my big leather chair and let out a slow breath, noticing that the office felt too quiet without him. Aiden. He was pretty. With that gentle face and that hidden body whuch I caught glimpses of when his clothes shifted just right. It had been months of this. Moths of torture just looking at him and wanting him from the shadows. And I wanted him so bad it hurt. But I kept it locked down. All of the feelings. He didn't know I was gay. Hell, I didn't even know if he was and that was why I was still brooding over this instead of making a move.

Isabella’s POV. We didn’t stop after the first time. Father Lucian kissed me again, slow and deep, his tongue tasting of sin and salvation. His hand never left my body. His hands were stroking my breasts, pinching my nipples, sliding between my legs to push his cum back inside my dripping pussy. He was making me ache for him over and over again. “I should send you home,” he whispered against my mouth, even as his cock hardened again against my thigh. “I should fall to my knees and beg God for forgiveness.”

But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand. I have a dangerously high libido and I’m NEVER sexually satisfied. And because of that, every relationship I’ve had seems to end the same way. The first one called me “too intense.” He said I made him feel like he was always trying to keep up with something he couldn’t understand. We lasted two weeks after having a threesome with his crazy elder brothers. Even then, it felt like I’d just started. They didn’t satisfy me at all—sexually or otherwise. I barely even came.

he asked. "I can't! P-You're making my heart beat faster again c-so---" "So what? Does your heart beat faster when you do this?" He stepped closer to me, our bodies were almost touching, I felt like my cheeks were getting too hot. "Y-Yes." I stammered while looking away, I heard him laugh softly. Wait, why does it seem like he did that on purpose! When he teases the gay, he knows that when he does that, my heart beats faster!

Chapter 3: Tension at the Table CASSANDRA Brady’s voice boomed through the front door like he owned the place. “Mr. Gray, good to see you, sir. It smells amazing in here. Is that your famous pasta?” I shifted in my chair, still feeling the slick mess between my thighs from what Alexander just did to me upstairs. My panties were ruined, and every little movement reminded me of his cum leaking out a bit. I crossed my legs tightly and tried to look normal.