Red Hot Romance on the Red Carpet
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“Oh yes, Richard. Fuck.” I leaned in, fucking him over this tub. I moved my mouth closer to his ear, licked the lobe, and dragged my tongue down to his shoulder. I gently bit it and trailed more kisses to the nape of his neck, right under his hairline. I nibbled there too so I could mark Richard and make him feel it flong after we were done.
“Issak. God. Yes. Make me yours. I’m all yours.” That accent got me going almost as fast as anything. It spurred me on to quicken the pace, even though my mind and heart told me to slow down and make it last. Like I said earlier, I was in love with Richard. This was more than physical for us and I wanted to make that clear to him.
Although I was close to coming, I braced myself for what I needed to do. I couldn’t tell him about my feelings in this position so, I reluctantly pulled out.
When I did, I heard Richard whimper.
I turned him around and covered his mouth with mine again. “I wanna watch you come, baby. Lie down on the floor for me.” I spoke against his lips. I pulled away and grabbed a towel from the side of the tub. I whipped the fabric, then spread it out on the tiles. The minute I did, he crouched down, then laid out on the towel as I asked.
With my dick about to erupt, I knelt down and hovered over him. I brought his legs up, wrapped them around my waist, and settled in between his thighs. Once I lined my dick up with his hole, I pushed forward, breaking the ring again. Although I’d already been there, the energy roamed through my body, making my nipples taut and my ass tense.
Close to orgasm, I sucked in a breath and thrust forward into him. I leaned down to watch Richard writhe below me. After planting both hands on either side of his head, I engulfed his mouth with mine, pushing my tongue in between his lips.
Richard drew my tongue in while he pushed back with his own thrusts. Both in perfect rhythm with mine.
“Issak.”
Richard groaned my name into our embrace while I continued pummeling his ass. I stopped kissing him and traced his lips with the tip of my tongue. My gaze met his blues and I lost myself in them.
“Do you know what you do to me?” I kept riding him and kissing him in between words. Our kisses were soft and long, with more tongue. I loved every minute of it.
“Do you know how crazy you make me?”
“I… got an idea. You make me feel the same way.” Richard’s voice shook as he spoke. He smiled and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth.
I pulled away, still staring into his blue eyes. Our movements were still in perfect time with each other. “I love you Richard. I love this. I love us together.”
As Richard’s smile got bigger, he crushed his lips against mine. Richard let go with a smack and held my hair tightly in his palm.
“I love this too, Issak and I love you.” Richard responded in a near growly tone coupled with that accent.
Hearing him say it back, I leaned down and my hair rushed forward, partially covering his face. Sweat covered my brow and my knees hurt from being kneeling on the hard tiles. After Richard moved my wayward locks, I continued to kiss him, knowing my desire to come had reached its peak. The shudders wracked my body and my resolve had dwindled down to nil. My lips quivered while we kissed, and my thrusts quickened, becoming more erratic. Within the span of a couple of minutes, my control gone, I released everything I had into the condom.
“Yes, Issak. Fuck! Yes.” Richard took my lips into his again. His nails scraped my back as we continued to fuck.
It didn’t matter that I was in pain or that my knees would be sore. All that mattered was right here in front of me.
Richard.
Only Richard.
He and I, loving one another on the bathroom floor of my suite.
Still semi hard, I continued to ride him while we kissed. I sensed him shaking uncontrollably under me and warm spurts hit my stomach and thighs.
“Yes, baby. Come for me. Give it all to me.” I spoke in between lip locks again, watching Richard unravel in front of my eyes. The usually calm and cool Richard Thomas, losing everything because I’d buried my dick deep inside his ass. Although I’d already climaxed, I didn’t want to leave him. I wanted to continue feeling his skin around mine even when my dick was too soft to do anything.
Now exhausted, I stopped moving and collapsed on top of him. We resumed our long kiss and I ran my hands through his brown locks that were now filled with sweat. He did the same, tangling his fingers in my curls.
“Issak.”
“I know, it was …”
“In your words, fucking amazing.” Richard laughed in between hampered breaths.
“Yep. It always is with you.” You should wear three piece suits more often.”
Richard chuckled heartily and kissed me again. “Is that all that got you hot for me?”
“Nope. But I will say it did get my juices flowing a lot quicker.”
“Then I’ll make sure I wear it to the premiere.”
I smiled at him and pressed my lips atop his again. “Oh yeah? And I will make sure to go commando again too. Just so I can take you up to the private showroom and fuck you during a scene.”
“You promise?”
“Scouts honor.” I raised my free hand.
“Then perhaps I will free ball it too just for the occasion.”
“It doesn’t matter, Richard. Either way, I’ll get your ass whether it’s clothed or not. You can count on that.”
“I’m glad I can, because it’s all I ever look forward to.”
I regarded his blue eyes before dropping my gaze to his puffed out lips. I softly dragged a finger over his cheek.
“Me too, my love. Me too.”
In June of 2011, my cousin Scottie Collins took his own life. After his death, my uncle informed me he did it because he was gay and felt he had no one to turn to. When I learned this, my writing took on a whole new meaning. It was no longer about writing hot, sexy stories or making lots of money. It was about letting people know they can be happy with who they are and be loved for it.
One thing I try to bring out in every book is it’s okay to be different and you’re never alone. If no one understands or you feel you need some help, don’t hesitate to ask. Reach out to your local GLBTQIA+ organizations to talk to someone about how you feel. Here is a short list of organizations that can help with your feelings as well as supporting you through life.
The Trevor Project
It Gets Better
Point Foundation
GLAAD
GLBT Hotline
Task Force
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