That's My Ethan Exclusive Excerpt
Damir: Coffee and a Blow Job
I am pretty sure the groan I let out when Ethan’s mouth closed around my morning wood was equally loud as the one for my coffee. Maybe even more so or just more of it, because Ethan’s tongue was an enigma of pleasure. It seemed the more we played, the better it got, all of it. And you know it’s good when I have to put my Chef Ethan coffee down.
I hooked my heels over the backs of his thighs and lifted him up then dropped him. OH FUCK yeah. The feel of my cock as it slipped past his tongue and down his throat when I did it again was enough to get me past groaning and into full blown growling. Only, what I really wanted was to see the red ribbons across his backside. The markings that are created when a Dom and his sub become one. There’s just this post high about them.
I switched one leg from being hooked over his ass to wriggling it under him, finding his hard-on and having some footsy fun with it, “Hump my foot, beba dečko,” I hissed with some naughty pleasure, which doubled up in me as he did what he was told and was grinding his cock against my foot with considerable enthusiasm. I could feel the moisture leaking from the tip as it slid against my arch. And while it was fun, it seemed like such a waste. So, without further consideration, I twisted in the bed, reaching over to snatch his legs, and drug him across the bed, pulling him into an accessible sixty-nine position, adding all the leaky goodness to my morning wakeup call.
The high-pitched, pouty hum around my cock was one of those bonus-sensation you never forget when Ethan was surprised with the pleasure of having his own dick sucked by me, but also knowing full well he’d better not stop sucking mine in the processes. But, oh, I did love challenging his ability to endure.
So many sensations to take pleasure in all, at one time. The sweet flavor of his precum on my tongue as I rolled my tongue over the hard-throbbing rod in my mouth. The feel of his wet slobbering mouth, bobbing over my own pole. The heat of his skin, ribbed with last night’s lashings under my palms— and that deep painful swelling in my chest that said this was all mine.
There is just something completely incredible and indescribable when perversion and love coexisted. And when my Ethan surrendered to them both.
Mine— Mine— mine— three words rummaging in my head as I licked over his cock with a forceful hunger that never ceased to exist yet was always fulfilled with this body that writhed out of control. I rolled, returned to my back, carrying Ethan’s body along with me. His Legs flopping around my ears while his hips rolled in unison with my head’s. His chest slithered back and forth over my belly and he sucked my cock fervently. His hands clasped into my sides just to anchor himself to the earth.
Mine— mine— mine— and before long, what was mine gave up on the one and only thing he was supposed to contain until I expressed my permission to do so and he came in my mouth. That was mine, too. And I enjoyed it with a cajoling chuckle over my decision— I did after all push him to cum, so in direct fact he did what I wanted him to do, but then again, I didn't tell him he could cum yet— so there was some fun with whether to spank him for it or not. Decisions— decisions— decisions— the joys of playing with my food.
Length: 361 pages
Blurb
This is our story, mine and Ethan’s.
It is our story about two gay men, (well, one gay and one bi), beating the false pretenses that gay men can’t know love at first sight, let alone stay together, happily ever after. They are all wrong.
I’m not a gay married man, I’m a happily married gay man.
And I am going to prove it.
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They met in college. Damir was a player in every sense of the word and proud of it– Ethan wanted nothing to do with the game; yet neither would deny the attraction they shared was too potent to resist. So what are two young men to do when the lines are too irresistible not to cross? A safeword.
It was a lifestyle structure that gave them the means to grow together, even as they struggled to understand it along the way. But what never wavered was who they’d set their goals to be with. Sometimes you just know. The challenge is making it possible.
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All About Tarian
(well, some of him)
As a long-haired, rock n roller and outdoorsy kind of guy, Tarian is proof there is life after a lifetime of being dead to themselves. Now, he lives, treating every day like an adventure and always with a smirk on his face.
He revels proudly to live outside the box and never canoes the main stream. Even when writing, he figures there’s plenty of extraordinary talented authors out there already taking care of that waterway. So, he enjoys venturing off, creating stories in places so few go… getting ensnared in scenarios that don’t conform to the comfort zones of familiarity. It’s what makes writing a pleasure for him.
When asked, why do you write, he responds, “I wrote a story I’ve always wanted to read. In the end, oh the places we will go.”
(well, some of him)
As a long-haired, rock n roller and outdoorsy kind of guy, Tarian is proof there is life after a lifetime of being dead to themselves. Now, he lives, treating every day like an adventure and always with a smirk on his face.
He revels proudly to live outside the box and never canoes the main stream. Even when writing, he figures there’s plenty of extraordinary talented authors out there already taking care of that waterway. So, he enjoys venturing off, creating stories in places so few go… getting ensnared in scenarios that don’t conform to the comfort zones of familiarity. It’s what makes writing a pleasure for him.
When asked, why do you write, he responds, “I wrote a story I’ve always wanted to read. In the end, oh the places we will go.”
“Suddenly you’re ripped into being Alive. And Life is Pain, and Life is Suffering, and Life is Horror, but by god you’re alive and it is oh so Spectacular.”
Thank you for having me! ~ Tarian
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