Title: Gasping for Air
Series: Game Day #2
Author: TS McKinney
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: April 22, 2017
How far will Trystan go to win the heart of the man he loves? All the way.
Trystan Matherly is conceited, arrogant, and rich. He has plenty of money, athletic ability, and gorgeous looks to keep the men forming a long line just to be with him. Choosing his next lover has been as simple as down-selecting to the hottest candidate.
With his sad eyes, full lips, and perfectly sculpted swimmer’s body, Dakota is just the kind of lover Trystan wants. After only one look, he knows he has to have him. Too bad Dakota seems to be totally oblivious to all his charms.
Dakota Jacobson is lonely, tired, and depressed. He’s at Alabama Temple to complete his degree, not to put up with idiots. He works diligently to be as invisible as possible. He doesn’t need friends and he sure doesn’t need lovers…especially not football titans that think they rule the world. Nope; been there, done that.
With his sexy eyes, arrogant smirk, and muscled physique, Trystan is just the kind of lover Dakota never intends to have…again. Too bad Trystan refuses to allow him to be invisible.
“Don’t get me wrong, Guppy,” I started explaining. “We are going to have sex. Plenty of sex. More sex than your sweet ass can probably handle. We are going to have hard and fast sex and we are going to have soft and slow sex. I am going to make you whimper, moan, and writhe. You are going to beg me not to fuck you so hard and then you’re going to beg me to fuck you harder.” I closed the distance between us, back in my groove since we were focusing on sex instead of emotions and sappy shit. I was good at sex. I had no fucking idea how good I was going to be with a relationship, but I was willing to give it a try and walk the plank for Dakota. Hell, I was beginning to think I would do anything for him. I could not begin to explain it, but the urge to protect and love him could not be ignored. My soul would not allow it. My hand reached up and toyed with a strand of his silky, dark blond hair. “We’re going to do all that…but not tonight.”
He tried to step back but found himself blocked by the sink. I watched his eyes widen when he realized there was no escape and my cock instantly responded to the touch of fear that danced in his eyes. Shit, I was going to have to be careful with my darker urges. All I wanted to do was claim his puffy lips with my own, dominate his mouth and then his body, but I knew I needed to move slower. Be softer. More gentle with my delicate Guppy.
“Why? Why not tonight?” He finally asked. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down nervously and his eyes, dark with fear and desire, kept darting to my lips. He tried so hard to act immune to my charms-like the chip on his shoulder wouldn’t allow him to succumb, regardless of how much he wanted to. He failed.
“Because I’m worried about you, Guppy. The EMT said you might feel weak, dizzy, and a little disoriented. When I fuck you, I want to know I’ve got all of you right there beneath me.” I inched closer to him, my lower half bumping against his, and pinned him to that sink. Without much effort on my part, I nudged his legs apart with my knee and then settled my body between them. Even through my jeans, I could feel the heat of his cock and balls radiating through the thin layer of cotton between us.
“You’re joking, right?” He asked softly. “Surely you’re joking, Trystan. I am fine. I know my body. I was not in the Jeep that long No damage done. This is the best you’re going to get from me. Take it or leave it.”
T.S. McKinney lives in East Tennessee with her high school sweetheart/husband and all the countless dogs she picks up from deserted country roads. Her professional career has been in business but her heart has always belonged to the fantasy world found in books.
Creating wicked worlds where one can meet the perfect hero – and then do anything to him that you want – has been a hobby that has brought her plenty of hours of fun and naughty entertainment.
When not working, reading, or writing, she loves to spend time with my family and forcing them (because they don’t really have another choice) to allow me to redecorate their houses…and listen to my naughty…sometimes sadistic stories.