Sweet Gay Romance Novels Novels & Stories

He was really going to make me his in this salon that at any moment a stranger could walk in and catch us in our act of pleasure. A danger that only makes it more interesting and if I had any doubts about whether or not I should expose myself in this way, it was overcome by Adam's caresses as he approached. As she kissed my neck, certainly delighting in my perfume, I felt her body adjusting to mine. “I have desired you so much Chloé…”,he confesses over and over again next to my ear, his hands touching my skin with gusto, making me feel truly desired like treasure in the hands of a pirate.

In that case, all bets would be off. . . . . . THE END . . . . . Ember Casey is a USA Today bestselling author who writes books about wicked billionaires, Hollywood bad boys, playboy princes, and rugged adventurers. The other stories in her bestselling Fontaines of Hollywood series include The Lies Between the Lines (Luca's story!), The Secret to Seduction, The Mystery of You, and the Thrill of Temptation.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam. He leaned in, nose grazing my hair, inhaling deep. "You smell... fuck, so good." Words accidental, but they ignited. I turned my head, lips brushing his jaw soft, unintended. His hand settled on my waist, fingers splaying over the bare skin where tank met shorts, burning through me. "Jax... we can't. Mia..." But my body arched subtle, traitorous, the ache between my thighs growing insistent. He groaned low, forehead pressing to mine, shifting his hips and there it was, the hard length in his shorts pressing against my hip, thick and unyielding.

Sweeping her hair aside, he kissed all over her back, tracing her spine with his lips. Lena arched up a little, turning her head to seek his mouth. Their lips met in a sloppy, desperate kiss, her tongue tangling with his. As she lifted, his hands slid under her to torture her boobs once more, squeezing and pinching from below, the position making her gasp into the kiss.

A forbidden encounter unfolds in the school library as Finn, the charismatic jock, and Shasha, the reserved nerd, gives in to their desires during a storm. Their passionate and explicit tryst explores themes of dominance, surrender, and unbridled lust. ******************************** The rain hammered against the library windows, its fury echoing the storm brewing between Finn and Shasha. The school library, usually a sanctuary of quiet study, had become their private arena, the shelves of books mere spectators to the raw, unbridled desire unfolding between them.

“You smell so fucking sweet, baby.” Jay pulled away from her mouth to watch as Liam buried his face in her pussy from behind, his tongue sliding through her folds, lapping up her juices noisily. Sasha moaned loudly, her knees nearly giving out. “Hold her up,” Liam growled from between her thighs, and Jay grabbed her arms, pinning her against his chest as Liam feasted on her pussy. His tongue flicked her clit mercilessly before he shoved it deep inside her, making her scream out in pleasure.

His friend had almost coal-dark hair, and was deliciously muscled. Jeanie glanced down as she loaded the last washer, and let out a nearly silent sigh of relief. She could feel her nipples stiffening against her bra, and she was concerned that they might be visible through her top. Jeanie sat down and put her nose in the book that she’d brought with her, but knew from the moment that she opened it that it was a bad idea. The racy romance novel was the last thing that was going to distract her from the surge of arousal that had come over her. The bookmark sat right at the beginning of a heated coupling between the characters in the book.

When it was over, I leaned down and kissed him softly with the drunken fog and pleasure mixing together. “Fuck,” Liam breathed. I grinned. “That was intense.” I rolled it lie down beside him and kept one hand on his chest. “We are not done yet but I need that first load out of you.” “Ouu, there's more,” he teased. And both of us just lay there while catching our breath as the party noise from downstairs reminded us exactly how risky this was. Sarah was downstairs somewhere and guilt tried to creep in again but disappeared when Liam turned my head around and kissed me.

She was staring at me the same way — like she had only just noticed something she hadn’t allowed herself to see before. The air between us changed. I didn’t decide to move. My body simply leaned in. Gwen leaned in too. Our noses brushed first, then our lips met in a slow, careful kiss. It was nothing like the heated, paid-for kisses we had shared before. This one was softer. Unhurried. Her hand came up to rest against my jaw while my fingers slid into her hair. We kissed once, twice, lingering each time, tasting something new and fragile between us.