[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Interracial Paranormal Romance, M/M, light bondage, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Devon Oaklyn is tired of the empty life he's been living and returns to his home city, resolved to settle down with the woman his mother chooses. But Devon doesn't count on the unfinished affair of his past life intruding on his present life. That was his first mistake. His second was the handshake that reignited a love too hot to hold and too timeless to deny…
Carter Cross is a man who knows what he wants, and he knows Devon is the one man who can fill the void in his life. However, Devon is in the closet and caught up in a morass of fears that Carter refuses to allow to control his life. So when Devon pushes him away, Carter walks.
But it doesn't take long for Devon to realize he can't live without Carter, and he launches a sensual assault to win back the man who's captured his heart and captivated his soul.
A Siren Erotic Romance
“Any reason it’s your business?”
Carter leaned forward, feeling even more drawn to the man now that he was close to him. The attraction was powerful and unlike any he’d ever known. Looking into his pretty eyes, Carter felt as if he’d met him before. As if he’d known him forever. “You’re a real smart-ass,” he drawled, his gaze skating over the man’s well-formed features. He was even cuter up close, and his eyes were beautiful, darkly ringed gray on the inner part of the iris yet lighter blue on the outer ring.
“I bet you’re real hot in bed.” He spoke low enough that he wouldn’t be overheard by the patrons at the two tables near them.
The square tables were spaced far enough apart for comfortable conversation, but Carter had learned early to keep it easy, cool, and not too seductive in places where gay bashers might be hanging out. His psychokinetic skills were off-the-charts powerful. He could tear a hole in any man’s brain, or stop his heart with a single thought. However, it was easier to be careful.
He watched the blue-gray eyes flare in surprise, but the cutie didn’t shrink away or screw his face up in a belligerent scowl while balling up his fists, offering to show him what a real man was like. Carter sat back and continued to take open stock, making no secret of what he wanted.
“You interested or you want me to fuck off?” he asked, letting his eyes drink up the eyes so full of indecision. “I’m Carter Cross.” Carter stuck out his hand.
* * * *
Devon took his hand. Heat seemed to flare in the center of his palm, and his eyes widened. He was suddenly thrown back in time.
He was standing in a garden with roses, leaning against an old English oak. He was looking up into hazel green eyes, long lashed, and an intense gaze fixed him. He was aroused, and a powerful feeling rushed through him. Love.
“It’s okay, love,” William Randall crooned. “I know this is hard for you, and that’s why I wanted you to come with me. So we could have some time on our own away from all the distractions of our lives.”
“He wants me to marry her,” Harry James said.
“Then you’ll marry her,” his lover returned. “You’ll still belong to me. Besides, it’s all about money and position. It has nothing to do with your heart.”
“Never has,” Harry murmured.
Will shrugged. “No one will question a duke’s friendship with another man, a younger male of a powerful family no less. So, just do what you have to do.”
“Nice to meet you,” Carter said, snatching Devon out of his vision. Or was it a memory? Devon mused, so unsure. This had never happened to him before in spite of his being a clairvoyant. “Mind if I buy?”
“I’m not gay,” Devon said.
Carter studied him a moment then said, “I like women, but I prefer men.” Carter shrugged, flashing him a smile that had Devon’s insides melting. “So, you’re letting me buy?”
Devon’s gaze was careful in its perusal. He liked what he saw, and there was no doubt he’d let him buy. That was a far as it went though.
“Are you ready to order?” The waitress appeared then in her jeans and green T-shirt. Her fawn-brown hair was pulled back from her pretty, lightly made-up face in a tight braid. Her gaze swiveled from Devon to Carter, and her lips pulled into a flirty smile.
Carter smiled back, keeping his smile benign. He did like women, but he was sitting across from the sexiest man he’d ever seen, and he intended to have him. His gaze left hers and went to Devon, whose full lips quirked in a faint smile. “What do you think, Dev? Know what you want?” Carter put just enough emphasis on the words to let Devon know he meant more than just the food.
“I’m ready to order.” Devon gave nothing away except that slight hungry look in his eyes that Carter recognized and devoured.
“Okay.” The waitress turned back to Devon while he ordered. Then she turned her seductive smile on Carter, who gave her just enough game to throw off suspicion. He ordered, and she sashayed away with a bit of an extra wiggle, and Carter turned back to Devon.
“She’s cute. Why haven’t you hit on her?” Carter asked.
“I only date within my race,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“Hmm,” Carter mused. “Why settle for just one flavor when there’s a multitude to choose from?”
Devon shrugged. “Just not my style, but I take it it’s yours.”
Carter shrugged. “You know it, man,” he said with a smile, then, “I’ve watched you come in here alone for two weeks straight and can’t believe you’re not seeing anyone. You’re hot, got a real nice ass I’d love to do some things to, and you seem like a decent guy. Always polite to the ladies.”
Devon laughed. “I’ve seen you a few times. Where’s tonight’s flavor?”
Carter smiled and leaned forward, setting his half-full longneck beer bottle to the side. “Friends, but I hope this will get to be a little more than that.”
“Direct as hell,” Devon said. He tried to keep the fear out of his eyes because he was afraid. This man seemed like just the man who could blow his plans apart.
Then Carter was kissing and licking lower, nipping, biting, and tasting the planes of flat, hard stomach. Carter’s tongue played over one ray of the four-rayed sun, and Devon hissed. His breathing grew rougher.
Carter nipped the ray of sun, and Devon gasped. The sensations stroked him wickedly. His cock grew harder, it pulsed, it leaked. “Oh!”
Carter laved the rune at the center of the sun, and Devon’s hips came off the bed. He caught his breath. Carter bit him lightly, and he blew out an orgasmic breath.
The mark had never been an erogenous zone until now. It was a pleasure button that had Devon on the edge. He canted his hips up off the bed as the extreme pleasure rolled through him.
“Sweet chocolate,” Carter murmured then dipped his head to lick over his groin. The hair was spare there just like on Devon’s chest, and Carter liked that. He’d had his own waxed away, loving the smoothness of his skin more than he cared about the pain it took to have it done. He fisted Devon’s dick while he drew his tongue around the rim of the crown. He flicked the slit before licking down the hard ridge as if it were a favored treat. Devon made a sighing sound and Carter took the tip into his mouth. The man was a good size. He could see why Devon preferred to top. However, his young lover was about to learn the joys of bottoming.
Carter reached for his lube. He wanted to rim the boy a little first. He knew it was a messy thing but it was a guilty pleasure he wouldn’t be denied.
Carter licked down the length of Devon’s penis to his balls. “Umm.” Carter drew his tongue over first one orb then the other. His moist tongue followed a trail straight to Devon’s perineum.
Devon sucked in a breath, and Carter licked over the tightly puckered hole.
“Shit!” Devon gasped, hips jerking up off the bed.
Carter licked again, then tugged him up just a little and reached for a pillow to keep his ass up. Now, Carter spread Devon open and licked over the nerve-rich anal hole, and Devon’s hips jerked off the bed with a hiss.
“I plan to, but I need your tight ass nice and open for me.”
Devon fisted his hands in the sheets as Carter ate him, fucking his tongue into him.
Devon whimpered. This forbidden pleasure was driving him insane. He was so hot, perspiration dampened his forehead and his body.
He breathed heavily. “Carter, yes.” Carter’s tongue was moist and hot. Another flick of his tongue had Devon mewling and writhing above him. Carter speared his ass one last time before leaning over to the nightstand. He opened the drawer and grabbed a bottle and flipped the cap. He squeezed some of the liquid into his mouth and flicked his wrist. The trash can slid across the carpet as he rinsed. The antimicrobial and antibiotic wash would cleanse his mouth of unsavory bacteria. He spat in the trash before grabbing his condoms. He tore one off and sheathed himself and then reached for his lube. He squeezed some onto his fingers. He rubbed some into the condom as Devon caressed his thigh.
Carter came over him. Their mouths met at the same time Carter guided the bloated head of his penis into Devon’s tight cavern. Devon broke the kiss and arched up to Carter. He put one hand on his hip while the other stroked up his back.
Carter forged in another inch and Devon gasped. The bite was erotic if not a little rough. “You’re so thick.”
Carter kissed him. He drew back to meet Devon’s gaze as he claimed another inch. “I bet you like it like that,” Carter teased mildly. He could see the signs of discomfort that shone in Devon’s eyes moments ago fading.
Devon scrubbed Carter’s back with his sort nails. “I like you like that.”
Carter kissed and seated himself fully, and Devon sighed into the kiss. Immediately Carter felt the embrace of Devon’s anal muscles. He lifted his head. “Oooh. Sweet.”
“Yeah.” He stroked Carter’s nape. “We’re a real mutual admiration society.”
Carter grinned and eased back and pushed back in. “I want you so bad I don’t know if I have the control—”
“It’ll be good.” Devon tucked an ankle at the small of Carter’s back. Devon knew it was going to be good because it could be nothing less with this man.
Carter held his gaze. He was glad Devon understood how far past his control he was. Then he began to stroke into him with deep and steady strokes.
Devon arched into Carter, meeting each stroke with a hunger and passion of his own. He wanted to please as much as he was being pleased.
Carter rolled them over, and Devon looked down at him. Devon grinned. “Couldn’t wait for me to be on top.”
Carter laughed, and Devon lifted his hips and lowered himself on the thick penis. He leaned toward Carter and braced his hands on the bed. Devon began to ride him with greedy need, and Carter gripped his hips and thrust up.