#Throwback: Blue Moon Too Good To Be True


 Angel DeLucca is one of the most sought after gay bachelors in Virginia Beach, but when he tries to find true love, no one takes him seriously. After a one-night stand goes wrong, he comes into contact with hunky, straight, firefighter
Maximus (Max) Strong, and Angel’s mission in life is now clear.
Max’s older, protective, brother, Ryker secretly craves the attention and praise of a Master. Angel’s Security Chief, Master Dom, Sebastian ‘Bass’ Bagetteli, shatters that secret with their first intense encounter.

These men’s stories will unravel in a whirlwind of romance, bondage, revelations, action scenes, and very hot sex.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18697605-blue-moon?ac=1
“Mmmm, I’ve missed your touch Angel.” Max’s cock was hard as steel. Angel had withheld sex until the doctor confirmed his concussion was not an issue and his lungs were healing fine.

 

“I missed you too, darlin’…and I need you, but we don’t have time right now, we need to get over to the club. Your brother wants to meet us for lunch.”

 

“Oh come on baby, my dick is gonna explode if I don’t release soon.” Max ground down hard onto Angel’s cock, pushing him deeper into the plush comforter.

 

“Well, you will have to wait a little while longer handsome,” Angel teased as he held the end of his braid and rubbed it up and down Max’s neck, then back up to his face, feathering it over his cheek.

 

“Your hair always smells so fucking good. Feels so soft. I bet it would feel like heaven wrapped around my cock.” Max moaned. His eyes remained closed as he enjoyed the silky texture of Angel’s hair on his face. The smell of almonds and coconut assaulted his senses.

 

Angel’s eyes went wide at Max’s confession, and he let loose a pained moan. Fuck yeah. In one swift motion Max
flipped them over so that Angel was on top of him. He slowly pushed Angel’s head down to his groin. Angel’s tongue came out and licked a path down the length of Max’s hard chest. He dipped into his belly button, eliciting a passionate moan from him.

 

Max took Angel’s braid and wrapped it around his weeping cock three times. His back bowed off the mattress at the first stroke.

 

“Oh my fucking God!” Max rapidly stroked the silky braid up and down his pulsing shaft. He thrust his hips in synch with each stroke, as he pumped his dick into the softly braided cocoon. He rose up to look at the erotic scene, and knew he wasn’t going to last long. It’d been at least three weeks since he’d come, and this act was so wicked nasty that it was catapulting him over the edge fast.

 

“Dammit, you sexy motherfucker! Fuck yeah… take what you need Max.” Max used him, used that long, beautiful hair to get off…and boy was it getting him off. Max’s was in sheer ecstasy.

 

“Augh! Fuck, Angel…I’m coming…I’m coming!” Every muscle in his stomach was clenched tight, as Max shouted his release. His hot come shot out of him like a geyser. Over and over, ropes of pearly white come coated Angel’s thick braid. Max groaned deep in his throat. His chest rose and fell rapidly with each labored breath. With both hands now gripping his braided-textured cock, he leisurely pulled up and down as he spastically drew out the last bits of his orgasm. “Fuck, babe.”

 

Max looked back into Angel’s shaded eyes and saw the rabid lust that lingered there. It’d been a long three weeks for both of them. He was in a state of raw lust and desire, unable to control his actions.

 

Angel climbed up Max’s hard body and sat on his chest. He grabbed a handful of Max’s hair and made him tilt his head back. Angel only had to pump his aching cock a couple times before his come shot out of his shaft, hitting Max’s chin, and neck. “Fuckin’, shit!” Angel growled and bared his teeth as he used his sensitive cock head to smear around the come that dripped down Max’s chin, marking him in the most primal way. Max soothingly rubbed Angel’s strong arms, coaxing him to release the brutal grip on Max’s head. Max felt owned.

 

“Damn, Angel…that was so good. Shit. Can’t believe you let me do that. I’ve fantasized about it since I first saw you.” He smiled at Angel.

 

“That was fucking hot. Only you could do something like that to me, love.” Angel looked at his come-streaked braid.

 

“Fucking right, I’m the only one.” Max grinned.

 

“Now come on, you’re going to wash your jizz out of my hair…and I’m telling Ryker that his baby brother is a kinky freak with a hair fetish, that’s why we’re late.” Max let Angel pull him up. He turned him to the bathroom and slapped him on the ass. Max helped Angel get cleaned up. They both dressed in casual clothes and headed to Angel’s club. Max finally felt better than he had in weeks.
A.E. Via is still a fairly new author in the beautiful gay erotic genre. Her writing embodies everything from hopelessly romantic to spicy to scandalous. Her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

 

When she’s not clicking away at her laptop, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and four children.

 

While she is only on her seventh novel, she has plenty more to come. So stalk her – she loves that – because the male on male action is just heating up!

 

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