Male-male Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Jesse gasped as Marcus tugged off his shirt, revealing a scarred, muscular chest. “You’re lucky it’s the apocalypse,” Marcus muttered, leaning down to bite at Jesse’s collarbone. “Otherwise, I’d have high standards.” Jesse cackled, then moaned as hot lips traced a path down his chest. “Shut up, I bet this is the first time you’ve even touched another man.” “Nope.” Marcus scuffed, his tongue flicking over Jesse’s nipple. “Second.” Jesse’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Really, who was the first?”

The ice had started to melt, diluting the edges of it. “He doesn’t want me,” I said. The words felt like swallowing glass, but I’d had enough practice. “And he’s not my mate… what if he finds his mate?” “Men who don’t want women don’t look at them the way he was looking at you when you walked through that living room,” Cat said simply. “And we all know Nathan is wordless don’t worry” I didn’t respond to that. I didn’t have anything left to say that wouldn’t either embarrass me or break something open that I wasn’t ready to deal with tonight.

The more I attempted to dismiss the thought, the more insistent it grew in my head. After supper, he had indicated a wish, and I thought about it again. All the innocent things that moms imagine about when they picture their newborn boys entering the dating world—growing close to someone, having a partner—were reasons why Tom desired a girlfriend. But seeing him writhe on the couch after the sexual scene confirmed my worst suspicions that he was still struggling with the same hormonal impulses that had plagued us all in the past.

Double-Penetrated And Dripping: Shared Like A Cum-Dump The hotel room smelled like expensive cologne, rain, and the heavy, unmistakable scent of raw arousal. Marcus had chosen it—a corner suite with a king bed big enough for three, specifically because Leo had begged for room to be ruined. Leo, his boyfriend of four years, stood by the minibar, pretending to read the label on a tiny vodka bottle. His thumb was sweating on the glass, and his cock was achingly hard, straining against the denim of his jeans.

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

I didn’t know if it was intentional or not, but the move made him look even more irresistible. “I could’ve handled that better,” he continued. “I was flustered because Dylan showed up out of nowhere.” “What’s up with your ex anyway? I didn’t know you were into dudes like that.” He frowned. “What does that mean?” “Men that look like they just stepped off the pages of a corporate magazine.” “What’s wrong with that?” I shrugged. “Nothing. I just didn’t think you were into polished, perfect men.” “Dylan might be a lot of things but he’s a good partner…” He bit his lip. “Well, he was. But yeah.”

On the screen, my male lead is currently pinning a woman against a wall. Of course he is. He always is! Even my characters get more action than me! Who would even believe Alessia Bellandi famous author is a twenty four year old virgin who writes dark erotica romance. With the way my characters and MMC’s are all Dominant, Controlling men who take, fuck and claim as cruelly as their mind works you would think have got some wild experiences under my belt. Because best believe the best part of my works isn’t just the storylines, it’s the sex, the possessive and obsessive traits of my male leads..

"What's reverse harem?" "Many men sharing a single woman, instead of one man having many wives and concubines. It kind of negates the biological and physiological deficiencies of male reproduction." "Hence why lesbianism is preferable to women than heterosexuality," Brianna stated matter of factly. "If you don't love cock, Mistress," Marcia stated, just as certainly. "And these romance novels were the only source of your understanding of dominance/submission and sex slavery?" Sam asked. "I read one Gor novel, too, which really isn't a romance novel."

Damien growled at the sight of what he was doing to his boss, he hated to admit it but having him curled in a ball, taking his brick…. He growled, pushing faster. “I can't get enough of you” Ryan's eyes remained heavy but his lips spread in a wild smile while some hair hugged his forehead. “Look at you, insatiable I guess” he hissed out, his neck falling forward. Damien's body rippled with musles and he groaned out, raw and dark. A clap of thunder echoed, lightening striking just a few seconds after, illuminating his face further. “You belong here” he groaned, swallowing quickly.

We stayed in thoughtful silence before I snapped my fingers. “This building has fifty percent female staff and forty percent male staff. Within the fifty; thirty percent are married, ten percent are younger than you and the other ten percent are interns, which would not make sense. Men in the building are sort of single.” Anthony chuckled. “Babe, I'm not gay.” I gulped. I was never going to be used to Anthony calling me babe or baby randomly. He always used it without any attachments but I received it with attachments.