By the time we made it back with wine, half the wedding party was already drinking whatever they found on the table. A few of the guests were still eating, plates of grilled salmon and chicken were being passed around, the clink of cutlery filling the air, and someone had clearly decided “lunch” was a loose concept because half the table was alread
The Royal Affair is not just a story of power and passion. It is the story of the forbidden, of longing pressed too close, of hands brushing where they should not. And once the line is crossed, there is no turning back.
Ralph stepped closer, calm as ever, like walking in on a man getting his ass eaten was just another Tuesday for him. Calvin finally lifted his head from between my cheeks; his face wet from all the drooling, beard a little messy, eyes half-lidded and looked up at him with a lazy grin.
Caleb had just fucked me a second time and as much as he wanted to stay and fuck me the entire day... he had to leave for the wedding, the entire reason he had even come to the city in the first place. He laid on top of me for a moment longer, his cock still soft inside me, his weight pressing me into the mattress
The Royal Affair is not just a story of power and passion. It is the story of the forbidden, of longing pressed too close, of hands brushing where they should not. And once the line is crossed, there is no turning back.
Caleb (straight, jacked, confident, cocky) had come to the city for a wedding and ended up staying over at my place. He crashed in my bed, shirtless, sporting an irresistible boner that I couldn’t take my eyes off. One thing led to another: a hungry blowjob, a steamy shower fuck the next morning, rimming after the shower, and another hard fuck righ
Theo is my hot British boyfriend, the one who can go from cracking jokes to pinning me against the wall in seconds. After weeks of exams and sharing our too small apartment with friends, Min and Yuki surprised us with the perfect gift: a key to Min’s uncle’s secluded lakehouse, tucked away in the forest with its own private dock.
This chapter takes Troy across the ocean, into a new country, a new college, and a world full of unfamiliar faces; some of them a little too distracting. There’s homesickness, late-night chaos, and cereal eaten in nothing but a towel. But more than that, there’s a chance to start over.
This is a story about rebuilding and shedding the past.
Mason arrives at his brother’s wedding estate only to find himself unexpectedly sharing a room with Calvin (his brother’s best friend and longtime secret crush). As tension crackles between them, Calvin’s teasing grows bolder, and Mason struggles to hide just how badly he wants to be ruined by him.
This is a story about control. About slow teasing. About tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. It’s about the wedding week Mason thought he’d survive with a little yoga and some sarcasm and the best man who’s about to break him open, one filthy, whispered order at a time.
This bonus scene is a cheeky little extra from my series The Neighbor Across The Window. It doesn’t tie directly into the main story...but why not? Consider it a fun one-part mix of revenge, denial, and that aching kind of wanting more.