Because it’s been a while since I put my author hat on, but today I was writing for the first time in too long. 😀
Sub on Top, the sequel to Dom on the Side, is the second book from Ryan’s POV in the Blowing It series.
Here be a little snippet of what to expect.
There was an end-of-exams party in full swing at Sameer’s place, music booming from TVs and computers and stereos, a different song playing in every room. Most of his housemates and their friends were drunk, and the rest were getting there. The halls were crowded with strangers, and I clung to Sameer’s hand as we wound through them to prevent us getting separated.
He unlocked his bedroom door and we fell inside, slamming it closed to keep the people queuing for the bathroom from spilling in behind us.
I pushed his shoulder and he relented easily, letting me pin him against the door. We shared a long look before I kissed him, closing my eyes and emitting a small groan of contentment as he threaded his fingers through my hair, cradling my scalp and holding me as the kiss deepened.
Somebody banged on the door and we broke apart, grinning.
“Think they want to join us?” Sameer asked, waggling his eyebrows.
I laughed. “I bet they don’t even know there’s anyone in here.” I gestured to the floor, which was vibrating with the thump of music from below.
Sameer’s pupils dilated. “How loud do you think we’d have to be…?”
“Oh no.” My cheeks heated, and I tried to pull away. He grabbed my waist and yanked me back against him. “Seriously.” I averted my face to avoid a kiss. “We’re not.” He kissed my neck instead. “Not….”
He kissed his way down my neck and nuzzled my collar until my legs turned to jelly and I caved with a moan.
“You’re a bastard,” I said weakly, letting him tip my face and kiss me.
I forgot the music, the people talking and laughing on the other side of the door, the party going on downstairs, the moment he parted my lips and our tongues touched. We switched positions and I slumped heavily against the door, a thrill racing down my spine and my dick hardening as he leant against me and pressed our bodies together.
He pushed his thigh between my legs, flexing his hips against my dick, the unmistakable bulge of his erection rubbing over mine.
“Oh, fuck.” I gasped as Sameer groped me, his hand firm around my cock, a knowing smirk on his face. I rested my head against the door and thrust my hips, pushing into his skilled touch.
Needing more, I groped him, both of us breathing hard as we massaged each other, bitten-off grunts and whimpers punctuating our frantic movements. With a frustrated growl I yanked at his belt, almost throwing him off balance.
Sameer kissed the underside of my jaw, licked a wet stripe towards my ear as I finally got my hands into his tight jeans and pulled out his cock. He hissed a breath when I stroked too hard, forgetting in my eagerness he didn’t like it as rough as I did.
Gentling my touch, I caressed the cut head, gratified to feel a droplet of sticky fluid leaking out.
He closed his eyes, his focus turned inward as I teased him, lips pulled back from his teeth almost in a snarl. When he looked at me, his pupils were blown so wide his brown irises were barely visible.
“I’m gonna make you scream,” he promised, unbuckling my belt with sure, steady movements. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget your own name.”
My heartbeat stuttered and I gulped a breath, knowing he was more than capable of carrying out his threat.
He opened my fly with a vicious tug, a confident smirk on his face as he pulled the two sides apart and dragged my jeans and underwear around my hips.
“Don’t move,” he growled, grabbing my arm and spinning me around until my chest hit the door.
Excitement bubbled in my veins as I waited, my cheek pressed to the cold wood, arse on display.
Sameer stepped away, and I watched over my shoulder as he rummaged in the small nightstand beside his bed. Not wanting to wait a second longer than necessary, I wriggled my hips and worked my jeans lower, spreading my thighs and bowing my back to give him all the access he needed.
He was behind me again in seconds, his sheathed cock slipping between my legs and nudging the back of my balls with every movement we made. Anticipation ratcheted, and I bit my lip to suppress a shameless moan as his cold, slick fingers probed between my arse cheeks.
I held my dick, slowly stroking the length as Sameer pushed two fingers inside me, forcing a grunt from my lips. He mouthed the back of my neck and withdrew, giving my arse an affectionate slap and leaving half a wet handprint behind.
I steadied my hand on my cock, gripping the base as Sameer pulled one arse cheek aside and pushed into me, not pausing until he was as deep as he could get. I made a frantic sound, a yell muffled by a sense of propriety I was on the verge of letting go. I thumped the door before I remembered why it was a bad idea, and we held our breath, waiting for an answer from the other side. When none came, I exhaled noisily, gritting my teeth as I bore down and adjusted my position, trying to get comfortable.
“Okay?” Sameer asked when I stopped squirming, and at my nod he gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze.
I rolled my head, rubbing my cheek against his hand, the tender moment stretching between us before he firmed his grip, pulled me upright, and proceeded to make good on his promise to fuck my brains out.