STORY EXCERPT

Declan took the glass from him and swallowed a more generous amount than Pete might have expected. Obviously the man wasn’t just drop-dead sexy. He could also handle his liquor. Which posed Pete with a very nagging question. What else could he handle?

“So, you say you have a proposition for me, huh? That sounds rather ominous. Care to elaborate?” Pete asked.

“Before we go any further, I have to ask that what we talk about remains between us. It will eventually go public, but I’d like to keep the lid on things until we go live.”

To say Pete’s curiosity was piqued would be an understatement. “Okay, now you’ve really got my attention. But, you have yourself a deal. I won’t say a word to anyone. Although I’m not sure who I would tell anyway.”

Declan reached in his pocket, got out a business card, and slid it across the Formica table. Pete glanced at the elegant black card. With silver writing it read, Declan Designs. He turned it over and read the back which said, designing your dream, planning your party, excelling in extravagance.

“Umm… you’re a party planner?” Pete asked, more confused now than ever.

“I was a party planner. I got burned out really fast. Now, I’d like to think of myself as a dream maker.”

Pete smirked and took a swig of his beer. “Riiiiiiiight. Isn’t that something the spider says to the fly right before he eats him?”

“Okay, I’m being too vague. Here’s the deal. I’ve done lots of big parties, with big names in Hollywood. I’m coordinating with a local television station to do a dream giveaway for ten lucky winners. Not just lucky, but less fortunate, the kind of people who deserve nice things in life, but can’t afford it. I plan their party and pick up the tab. They pay nothing. That’s where you come in.”

“Look, I don’t know what you heard, but I’m not rich by any stretch of the imagination. Your idea sounds admirable and I do okay for myself, but I can hardly help you foot the bill for a bunch of people’s parties.”

Declan laughed. “You think I want you to pay for it? Right, because that’s what I do, search out random strangers and ask them to put money into a project. Give me a little credit, would you? I’m here because I hear you’re an up-and-coming chef. I want you to cook for me.”

Pete stopped in mid drink and set his beer bottle down. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously. Your reputation says you’re a good chef, and from what I hear you’re one of those good-guy types, always doing a little something extra to help people out. Judging from what I saw here tonight, I’d say that assessment is right on.”

Pete looked at the man who waltzed into his parent’s pool hall not too long ago and nearly knocked him on his ass with his good looks. He had charisma, from what he could tell, a good personality, and now he wanted to bring Pete on board for a project that threw parties for people who were less fortunate?

He still worked full time as a private chef to several clients who bought well packages through local health clubs, but there was no reason he couldn’t do a little something on the side. Not to mention he wouldn’t mind spending some extra time, a little bit of one-on-one time with the hottie who went by Declan.

“Giving back to others, huh? I don’t know. It sounds like it could be fun. I’m assuming there’s no pay involved and my services would be pro-bono?”

Declan nodded. “Will that be a problem?”

Pete thought about it for a minute, not because he needed to, but because Declan’s eyes were such an exquisite color of green he couldn’t help but stare into them. They were mesmerizing. After looking into them for probably a few seconds longer than he should have, he realized that there probably wasn’t anything Declan asked for that he didn’t get.

The man was utterly gorgeous. Whether it was cooking for the less fortunate, or taking down a pool hustler together, Pete was fairly certain that he would have a hard time saying no to this man. Not that he even wanted to, but still he felt like he should play at least a little hard to get. Shouldn’t he?

“So, what do you say?” Declan asked.

“Let’s do it. Sounds like it could be fun. Besides, my mom loves it when her baby boy does something good. This should earn me brownie points.”

“Fantastic! Let’s have a toast then.” Declan raised his glass and continued, “Here’s to the beginning of a wonderful new venture.”

A new venture, a new adventure, and who knew what else. One thing was for sure. Pete was going to have quite a lot of fun working with the dream designer, Declan.

Pete raised his Heineken and clanked his glass together with Declan’s. “Cheers.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Fuck. He wanted it all. He may be a selfish son of a bitch, but how could he not want to ride on an erotic journey of pure felicity with a man who looked so good he wanted to cover him in chocolate and lick him from head to toe?

Too many decisions, too many options were available to him as the two men kissed with fervor. Declan worked his hips against Pete’s, grinding their cocks together, clearly seeking some sort of relief for the affliction they both suffered from.

Fuck it. He was only human after all. Selfish or not, he was taking what he wanted, and to hell with the consequences.

Without warning, Pete broke free from the kiss. His tongue was instantly lonely and he battled against the urge to slide his tongue back inside the hot, wet mouth of Declan once again. The disappointment on Declan’s face troubled him, but he hoped that it would be short lived once he did what he’d planned.

Pete dropped to his knees. His eyes zeroed in on his target and with the help of his hand, he slid the thick cock of his desires into his mouth.

“Oh fuck, yeah,” Declan muttered while running his fingers through Pete’s hair and holding his head.

This was how Pete liked it, raw and uncensored. He didn’t care for the pretty words or gentle touches. There was a time and a place to make love slow and sensually. Or at least he figured there was. He’d never quite found the right time or the right person to want that, but he was sure it served its purpose on some level.

For the most part Pete never craved it. All he wanted was hot and unrelenting passion. Fucking and sucking one another until both parties were so exhausted they couldn’t stand, much less talk to one another.

Until last night, it had been a long time since he’d wanted anyone as badly as he did Declan. He had been turned on by him from the instant he laid eyes on him. His dark hair, his tanned skin, and lean and cut body were too much for any normal man to try and resist. Not to mention Pete always had a healthy sexual appetite. It took a lot to quench his thirst once he found something he yearned for, so it was no surprise that he was overwhelmed with all of the different things he wanted to do to Declan. Just as much as there were so many things he wanted Declan to do to him.

His thick cock filled his mouth. If it hadn’t been so hard it might’ve made his jaw ache from his sheer size and weight. Luckily it was rock hard, just like he liked his cocks.

He worked his tongue along the veins which protruded from beneath the skin which felt so silky against his mouth. His lips closed tightly around his shaft, working him with a strong suck while he swirled his tongue around in circles.

Declan started to thrust, holding the back of his head while clutching at his hair. He loved knowing how close to the edge his lover was. Sucking off a hard cock, making someone feel good, it gave him a high like no other drug possibly could.

Looking up at the handsome face of Declan Reilly, tensed under the pleasure he provided, only added to the intensity of his lust. Pete wanted to push him further over the edge. He wanted to be the puppet master, the one responsible for every move, every action that Declan took. He wanted the power, the control, until Declan would know that no one could get him off the way Pete could.

The raw possessive thought struck him by surprise. Pete may be a lot of things, but controlling wasn’t one of them. Still, the idea of owning Declan and making him his, and only his sounded far too alluring to not entertain the thought.

“Jesus. Fuck that feels so damn good. Don’t stop. Don’t—.”

Just as Declan had pleaded with him to continue, Pete felt an unwelcome ache in his heart. Instantly he pulled away, not liking the vulnerable sensation that came over him.

“What’s wrong?” Declan asked, breathless.

“Don’t be so selfish. It’s your turn,” Pete said, not meaning for his words to come off as harsh as they sounded.

Pete got up from the floor and gently licked Declan’s lower lip. His knees wobbled from being on the hard floor for so long and he held on to his shoulders to steady his balance. Then he turned away and walked back to Declan’s bedroom. He lay on the bed and his cock pointed toward the ceiling. Spreading his legs apart he began stroking himself, all the while staring at Declan hoping to God he’d come over to him and wrap his beautiful lips around his dick.

Declan stood there watching him for several moments. His eyes seemed to be glued to what Pete was doing. For a moment he thought he was going to have to ask twice, but thankfully his feet started to move. One foot after another, Declan came toward him.

He climbed on the bed between Pete’s legs and loomed over his cock. With his beautiful green eyes, he looked up at him and grinned. Then in a flash of euphoria, Declan dropped his head down and swallowed his entire length up in his mouth.

His lips clamped down around his cock and enveloped all he had. He began sucking, not slow and gentle like he may have expected, quite the opposite in fact. Declan sucked him off like his life depended on it. His head bobbed up and down rapidly as he twisted and jerked his head fiercely.

It was wild. It was hot. It was primal, and it was fucking incredible!