[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]
Clint Rodham has spent years being a loyal employee to Elite Imports. Despite being one of their top salesmen, his boss no longer sees him as the golden boy. Now being ostracized for his sexuality, he fights to keep the job that he not only loves, but is a natural at. Rick Tanner just moved to Southern California from Kansas. Being a homosexual personal trainer in a small town filled with old-fashioned people who didn’t understand his way of life left him with little career opportunities. One hot summer night, Rick is locked on the rooftop and Clint comes to his rescue. As a thank-you, he offers his hero a cold beer. With the California heat rising and desires building, the two find themselves in a storm of passion. Neither of them are able to resist. Neither of them want to. They both want to take what is within their reach, just beyond their fingertips.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Taylor Brooks is a Siren-exclusive author.
4 COCKTAILS: "“Take Me” by Taylor Brooks is hotter than So Cal in August. I’ve only started to delve into the M/M genre, and Ms Brooks has allowed me to dip my toes into the pool very nicely. It’s not a long story. I read it in about an hour, but it was really, really, did I mention REALLY hot. Clint sells luxury cars…very expensive luxury cars. It seems like he has it all, but he’s on the verge of losing it. It’s a very difficult time for him, and he’s all alone. Rick is a personal trainer who just moved to LA from small town Kansas. One very warm evening brings them together in a crazy way, and the whole thing just takes off from there. These men had crazy chemistry. I could really feel it as I read. Like I mentioned, it’s not a long book, so the story moves along very quickly. The sex is nuclear, and I found myself wishing I could be a fly on the wall in their bedroom. It’s just that good. This is the first book in a series called “Sultry SoCal”. I’m going to do my best to read the whole series because I really enjoyed “Take Me”." -- Kenna, Cocktails and Books
The atmosphere between them was casual, but Rick was growing impatient. It was all he could do to not make a move on his new friend. He wasn’t sure if he was just horny or there was really something about Clint that he was drawn to.
“So what do you do?” Rick asked.
“For the time being, I sell cars. That’s what I’ve done for the past eight years anyway.”
“Sounds like more than just a passing job then.”
Clint downed the last of his beer and set it on the ground beside him. “It wasn’t my intended career path, but I’ve been damn good at it until recently.”
“Economy, huh? Yeah, that’s why I moved out here, too. There wasn’t a lot of room to grow in my profession in Kansas.”
“Kansas?” Clint laughed. “Shit, I didn’t know people still lived there. Is it even still a state?”
Rick was happy to see his neighbor’s sense of humor come out. He liked someone who didn’t take life too seriously.
“Yeah, you’d think it was just a desolate land wouldn’t you? But, they have electricity and everything now.”
Clint placed a hand on Rick’s shoulder. “I was just messing with you, man. Living my whole life in California, we get used to a certain way of life. It gets hard for us natives to even imagine the Midwest.”
The brief moment that Clint had touched him caused an electric charge to course through his body. He wished that his hand had lingered just a bit longer. He was having a hard time getting a reading on this guy.
“No worries. I get it.” He gulped down the last of his beer and set his empty bottle on the ground next to Clint’s.
“So, no one’s buying cars anymore, huh?”
Clint let out a sigh and crossed his arms over his chest. His feet started shaking back and forth in what Rick assumed was nervous energy. Whatever was bugging the man was obviously doing a number on every aspect of his life.
“Hey, I didn’t mean to pry,” Rick said.
“Nah. It’s not that. I sell luxury sports cars. Top of the line, in fact. I’m damn good at it, too. My problem isn’t the economy. My problem is my boss. Ever since my boss found out that…well, let’s just say things have changed around the dealership in the past few months.”
Rick didn’t miss how quickly Clint had stopped himself from what he was about to say. It intrigued him that such an attractive man seemed so obviously concerned with what others thought. He didn’t want to push the issue despite his eagerness to learn more.
“Want another beer?”
“I don’t know. It’s been a long day. Maybe I should head back on up to my place.” Clint rose from his chair and stood at the railing.
“You sure? I mean, you did save me from a night of solitude on the roof. The least I could do is share my beer with you.”
“What do you do?” Clint asked, ignoring the offer of another beer.
“For all intents and purposes, I’m a personal trainer. At least that’s what my new job out here is. But my resume doesn’t stop there.”
It was with purpose that Rick hadn’t elaborated. He still was having a hard time gauging his guest’s mood. If Clint was interested in hearing more, he would ask, and if not he would just ignore the open-ended statement.
“Oh yeah? Sounds either ominous or secretive. What else do you do? Or would you have to kill me if you told me?”
Rick couldn’t help but smile. He heard Clint chuckle, but his back was still turned to him as he looked out over the valley. Clint wasn’t giving him too many clues about what made him tick, but this little hint of interest was just the incentive he needed to continue the quest of getting to know his new neighbor.
“Not quite. Nothing secretive or ominous, actually. I just know how hard it is to make an honest living these days. So, after I became certified to be a professional trainer, I continued my education. I have a rather interesting résumé. I can get you in shape, get you a massage, and help you rehabilitate should you get injured. I’m sort of a jack-of-all-trades with your body.”
Rick stood up to join him along the railing, but Clint turned suddenly, and they were instantly face-to-face. Their mouths were a mere inch apart from one another as they stood frozen.
“I know we just met, but you seem awfully tense. Maybe you’re always like that. I don’t know. But, if you want.” Rick raised his hands and wiggled his fingers. “I give great massages.”
“I…I should go,” Clint said.
Rick had never been one for patience. When he saw something he wanted, he just went for it. Sure, this method bit him in the ass more times than he could count, but there was something about the man who stood before him which he couldn’t, or didn’t want to, ignore. The look in Clint’s eyes told him there was something there. Even with only the moonlight to illuminate them, he could see the captivation was mutual.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asked while trailing his fingertips along the outer part of Clint’s arm.
He had no idea what the sensation was doing to Clint, but it was driving him insane. There was an electricity to this man, something that made his fingers tingle from the slightest touch.
“Lie down on the bed. Put your head on that pillow.”
He waited for Rick to do as he’d said. It always turned him on to have someone be obedient in the bedroom. He had a dominant streak in him to a certain extent and loved to be able to exercise it.
Once he was lying down, Clint climbed on the bed and hovered over Rick. He wanted to explore his body, but first things first. He wanted to taste his kiss again. Dipping his head down, he crushed his lips against Rick’s and slid his tongue inside.
He felt an instant punch in his gut. The pungent taste of his own cock still lingered inside his lover’s mouth. It was such a succulent tease to his taste buds, enticing him to take all that he wanted.
A moan came from Rick as Clint reached down and took his lover’s cock in his hand. He stroked it slowly, learning the feel of it while continuing to kiss him. The skin moved so freely up and down his length. It almost felt like silk, except for the numerous thick veins which protruded from beneath his skin. A droplet of pre-cum hit his palm as he continued stroking him. He pulled his hand up and licked the mixture off of his hand. It tasted better than he imagined and only made him crave the taste of Rick’s cock more and more.
He broke away from their kiss and ignored the whimper he heard while quickly turning himself around. There was no room for words, he just wanted to feel and get lost in doing so. He hadn’t been turned around for a fraction of a second before he felt the warm glide of Rick’s tongue against his balls.
Like a wild animal, Clint forgot everything around him and focused on the erection staring him in the face. He dipped his head down and closed his lips over the head. With one quick movement, he had Rick exactly where he wanted him, buried deep in his throat.
The taste that filled his mouth was an aphrodisiac. It had been far too long since he’d had the pleasure of sucking a good-looking and tasty cock. So long that he almost forgot how much he loved it. Quickly, he was being reminded of just how much he ached for the rich taste it provided.
He inhaled through his nostrils and let the aroma of sex fill his entire being while Rick continued sucking him off. The passion of going down on one of his lovers while the same was done to him always got him hot. This was more though. There was something so sweet about the way Rick’s lips and tongue worked him so expertly.
Bringing his lips up to the very tip of Rick’s cock, he played with it, trying to see how crazy he could make him. Flicking it with his tongue, he worked himself around his entire length until he had him moaning and bucking his hips up at Clint’s mouth.
He grabbed his dick and proceeded to stroke it while he dropped his head low to tease his balls in the same way. Rick kept himself shaved, which was exactly what he liked. There was nothing like smooth skin against the tongue and lips when getting someone off. It was all he could do to keep his composure and focus on what he was doing. Rick’s mouth was sucking him like a pro. Somehow it was better than it had been just minutes before in the living room.
Rick’s moans were getting louder. His hips were moving faster and wilder with every second that passed. He was obviously getting close, and if there was one thing that intensified an orgasm for Clint, it was swallowing his partner’s cum right as he lost control.
He thrust his hips down against Rick’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat as he heard him gag. The head of his cock was always sensitive, and he never could quite find something as good as feeling the back of a hot throat enveloping him.
Rick didn’t hesitate as Clint continued to thrust and fuck his face. From the way his body was reacting, and the noises he was making, he would almost place a wager that his new lover liked to be taken in such a way.
For several seconds, Clint continued to thrust himself hard and fast into the deepest parts of Rick’s throat. Each time he hit the back of his throat and felt his lips close tighter around him, it wreaked havoc on any remaining control he had.