Stealing His Dangling Jewels (MM)

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 31,140
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Lucas Harper made a name for himself by winning the lottery—a ticket that no one knows he stole. He bought his own private island, goes through men like underwear, and wastes money on lavish things. Or so everyone thinks.

Phoenix is the sexy thief that not only sleeps with Lucas, but drugs him and steals his dangling jewels. Literally. His mark has five million-dollar gems dangling from pubic piercings. Phoenix didn’t expect to feel bad about taking those little beauties. All he had to do was make it off the island and back home so he could use the overpriced rocks to get his mother into rehab.

Things don’t go quite as planned when Lucas catches up with him and they’re both trapped by a vicious storm...

Be Warned: m/m sex, spanking, public exhibition

Stealing His Dangling Jewels (MM)
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Stealing His Dangling Jewels (MM)

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 31,140
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Well, fuck. He hadn’t thought of that. Payback was a bitch or so they said. Phoenix was actually looking forward to keeping his calm under pressure, as it was. The sun was momentarily blocked by a large, dark cloud sending the warm beach into a gray darkness. Lucas shoved his hand between Phoenix’s legs. He adjusted, tilting his hips gentle forward and spreading his legs more. He tensed as fingers abruptly prodded his balls. Don’t squirm, don’t squirm.

“Like that, do you?” Lucas whispered.

Phoenix took a bite of his food as Lucas found the slit and wrapped his hand around Phoenix’s cock. He nearly bounded out of his seat as pleasure consumed his every thought. He forgot how to chew, the tomato filled his tongue with tart sweetness as Lucas released his dick. It flopped out, caught in his warm hand and stiffened to the point of busting. Phoenix remembered the whole food eat thing and swallowed as Lucas stroked his cock under the table. He let out a squeak followed by a forced cough.

Lucas bit his bottom lip. His cheeks blushed. “I could make you come right here.”

Yes, he could.

“Your cum would probably spray on the underside of the table, the tablecloth, over my hand, and onto your boxers. All the while everyone eats, oblivious to the pleasure you just experienced.” Lucas’s words were bold and confident though he blushed.

Phoenix was so fucking tempted to tell him to do it. Touch me, rub me, make me come right here in front of everyone. Then the servers came around. They sat there, Lucas’s hand holding Phoenix’s dick as plates were taken away. New conversations were struck up and the last course was placed in front of them. Phoenix clenched his ass and thrust his hips slightly. It sent his cock rubbing along Lucas’s hand. The man in question smiled but kept his hand still.

“Your last lunch plate is,” the server began.

Phoenix tuned her out. It was obviously a pasta dish. He couldn’t care less what was in it, where it came from, or how it was made. He shifted his hips again, closing his eyes for a moment to savor the nerve endings going off. This was really going to happen. He was going to come all over Lucas’s hand under the table. He grabbed his fork, squeezing it tight as Lucas finally, finally began to move his hand. Up and down. Oh fuck. Up and down. Shit, shit, shit. Up and down. Yes, please. Please. Phoenix had to clamp his lips together with his teeth and fought damn hard not to moan. His orgasm fought like a madman to pull him apart. It swept him from the moment into a mass of pure ecstasy. As Lucas predicted, his cum shot under the table. Fortunately, soundless. Phoenix shifted his hips softly as the orgasm began to fade. He even let out a quick, quiet moan that he covered up with a cough.

Lucas rubbed and stroked and caressed.

Phoenix sat back, his fork still empty and his hands shaky. Lucas tucked his penis back into his shorts and then returned his mischievous hand to his lap. The dark-haired imp smiled wickedly as he loaded his fork with pasta and ate like nothing had happened. Meanwhile, Phoenix had to focus on not screaming out that he just got a handjob from a sexy millionaire.

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