Monday, 30 March 2015

Free Read: Prey Time



Blurb: Jeff is aware of the couple watching him even before he heads into the club. Heads bowed together, large eyes fixed on him, checking out his face, his body, his crotch. From the way Green Eyes is running his hands restlessly over Blue Eyes' body, he's pretty sure they approve, and he stares back, frank and unashamed. He waits to see what they do. If they want him, and yeah, they want him, he'll play, but first they have to ask nicely.

Excerpt: They’re watching him even before he heads into the club. Heads bowed together, large eyes fixed on him, checking out his face, his body, his crotch. From the way Green Eyes is running his hands restlessly over Blue Eyes’ body, he’s pretty sure they approve, and he stares back, frank and unashamed.
He’s built. He knows he’s huge and a lot of men get off on his size. Yeah, there are a lot of size queens out there. A lot of women, too. Jeff’s really not fussy. Tonight, though, he’s looking for dick, and two cocks are even better than one. Keeping an eye on them as he checks in his jacket, he watches to see if they’ll follow him to the bar. They do, hands tucked into each other’s back pockets.
It’s raging hot in the underground room and he bypasses the beer in favor of water, not really needing the buzz of alcohol tonight. When he’s got the bottle of water, ice-cold with condensation dripping down the outside, he turns to see where his stalkers have gone. Still watching him, they’ve started dancing together, Blue Eyes with his back pressed against Green Eyes’ chest. Jeff takes a moment to appreciate what a pretty picture they make. Blue Eyes has his dark curls pressed up against the light blue shirt of the taller man, and Green Eyes, he’s something else, tall and lithe with big eyes and full, pouty lips. Jeff feels his own dick twitch in appreciation.
Jeff takes a long swallow of water, tilting his head back as the cool liquid passes down his throat. Even from here he can see Green Eyes lick his lips, bending down to whisper something to his companion, who nods in agreement. He waits to see what they do. If they want him, and yeah, they want him, he’ll play, but first they have to ask nicely. Pouty looks ain’t gonna cut it.

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