A collection of four gay, erotic novellas by Sommer Marsden. Life is full of hard lessons. From finding out who you really are under an endless Montana sky to meeting the fascinating stranger when your life has taken an unexpected turn in the responsibility department. Then there's the workman you'd do just about anything to see again and the boss you can't help falling for, even though he's taken more wrong turns than you can count. Want, need, craving, playboys and personal assistants--the men of Hard Lessons know what it's like to find a guy that makes your heart beat faster. Life is full of hard lessons--Forgiveness, redemption, love, lust, pain, sex and discovery. The key is finding someone to learn with. Contents: Blank: cowboy Kyle tries to erase his past one pretty boy at a time under a wide Montana sky. Unexpected: a sudden stint as a single dad pushes Charlie to his emotional limits. Report for Repair: a very hot Sunshine Gas and Electric man makes Chance work for it. Ferryman: Charon's only job is to make another man happy even if the demands of his rock star boss twist his heart. About the author: Sommer's short work can be found in dozens of erotic anthologies including Spank Me, Whip Me, Tie Me Up, Temptation, Kiss In The Dark, Lesbian Love, Gay Love, Love at First Sting, Best Women's Erotica 2009 & 2010, Ultimate Lesbian Erotica 2008, Best Lesbian Romance 2010, Lust at First Bite, Liaisons, Hurts So Good, Nerdvana, The Sweetest Kiss, Peep Show, and Yes, Sir, Torn, Cuffed and Kiss My Ass among many others. . She currently writes erotica and erotic romance for Ellora's Cave, eXcessica, Pretty Things Press and Xcite Books.
THE TRICK REALLY IS to blank out the face in your mind. To go above and beyond the call of duty to erase the thought of your obsession. Drugs, booze, sex, running, sleeping, fighting. All of the above would help to lessen the pound of a memory on your brain like a fist. Every single one of them could fuck you over, too.
I touch the boy’s face and close my eyes. My mind wants to supply Jason’s face there. I push the thought aside; focus on the sensation of him sucking my middle finger into his hot wet mouth. I think of him as a boy because he, at nineteen, is a good decade younger than I am. If you consider life experience, probably two. His youth and beauty and innocence almost make me feel guilty for what I am about to do. Almost.
‘Why won’t you look at me?’ Matthew says. His name is Matthew. Something Irish for the last name but it escapes me.
‘I am looking at you.’ I push my pointer finger past his lips and watch it sink into oblivion, trapped between two plump perfect lips the colour of early summer roses. ‘See me looking at you?’ I can hear the arousal in my voice and my cock is harder than it has been in a long time. That’s mostly because this boy is so close to Jason physically. His voice has almost the same timbre. His cologne is even close. Something faint with a touch of sandalwood and leather and sunshine.
Matthew, he of the beautiful big green eyes, sucks my finger harder and there is that invisible tug between finger and dick. It’s as if my cock is on an unseen string that Matthew with the Irish last name can control with his wet, wet tongue. I press my shoulders back into the green sofa cushions and he kneels on the floor. His rug is the colour of tomato juice. He presses his lean, hard self between my thighs and leans into me. Kisses me. His tongue is like an electric spark when he touches it to mine. My hips rock up and my cock rubs his. This should stop.
‘Will you look at me naked?’ he asks, kissing over my jaw. His fingers are pushing my polo up just a bit, thumbs rubbing softly along my flanks. It almost tickles, but mostly it just makes me want to take him down. Flip him and fuck him because he is paying for Jason’s sins today.
I want him because he could be a stand-in. I hate him because he could be a stand-in. Poor kid doesn’t stand a chance.
‘If you insist.’ I try to keep my tone light but it rumbles out of me with a hint of anger. Matthew catches it and stops, big green eyes searching mine. I force a smile.
‘You don’t like me?’
‘Nothing.’ I touch his face. I force my hand to be gentle. I stroke. ‘Nothing at all.’ Again, my mind supplies Jason’s image. His face when he’s laughing. His face when he’s angry. His face when he’s coming. My throat shrinks two sizes too small and I try to swallow.
Matthew nods, seeming satisfied. My eyes are watching him work my belt and my fly but my ears hear only the tick of the clock on the wall and the slam of my heart. When he bows his head and runs his tongue over me, takes me in his mouth, his profile is so strikingly familiar I feel insane. Have I finally gone and lost it?
‘Do you like that, Kyle?’ he asks, his mouth full of my cock.
I nod, my breathing rushing in and out like I might die. ‘Yeah. Yeah, I do.’
‘Show me.’ He pushes my thighs hard to the sofa. Pinning me. He’s not big but he sure as shit is strong. But my hips fly up all on their own, blindly seeking to sink deeper into his throat. His eyes tilt up to study me and he smiles around my shaft.