Greedy Boy by M.C. Roth
General Release Date: 14th June2022
Word Count: 68,622
Book Length: NOVEL
Pages: 257
Genres:
BILLIONAIRE,BISEXUAL,CONTEMPORARY,EROTIC ROMANCE,GAY,GLBTQI,MÉNAGE AND MULTIPLE PARTNERS
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Book Description
After kissing his boss, a client and his roommate all in one day, Simon finds that his love life is about to heat up.
Getting a beautiful man to look Simon’s way is usually the hard part, but that’s before he breaks his own set of rules—his ‘off-limits’ list that keeps him sane and stable. In a single day, he kisses his boss, a client and his not-so-straight roommate.
Maybe Simon is a greedy boy who sees the best in them, but he can’t help but want all three of them in his heart and his bed. Yet beauty can be deceiving. One man betrays him, leaving him with the devil and the devil’s worst enemy. Simon’s first priority is keeping them from killing each other, but when lives are threatened and the city turns against him, it may become an impossible task.
The bedroom was massive, with a king-sized mattress on a sturdy ebony frame, adorned with silk sheets that glistened under the lights. There was a fluffy white rug at the base, and a single black nightstand with a carved brass lamp that was already on and ready for them. The walk-in closet was ajar and substantial enough to make any fashionista spontaneously orgasm. There was another closed door, which he assumed guarded the entrance to a bathroom.
Simon hardly saw any of it. He was too focused on Leo’s hands as he pulled Simon’s shirt over his head before going to his belt and dropping his pants and plain black boxers in one go. The room was chilled, as if the air-conditioning was set too high, and it brought his nipples to painful peaks, despite the heat of their entwined mouths.
Leo had lost his pants along the way, and only one sock clung to his ankle. His shirt was still on, the seams nearly bursting as he flexed to divest Simon of the last of his modesty. His thighs were thick with a sparse dusting of light hair that darkened farther down his calves.
When Leo started on his shirt buttons, Simon was suddenly certain that he was dreaming. The pale expanse of Leo’s chest gave way to solid pecs and pert nipples that looked harder than his own. There was a slight dip at the base of his sternum that ended where his six-pack began.
As Leo’s shirt dropped to the floor, Simon caught sight of his lateral muscles, and his mouth watered. Leo was fucking built and could probably dead lift a small car. Simon had almost expected tattoos, but his skin was flawless and pale, except for a thin pink scar near the top of his right shoulder.
Simon skimmed his fingers along the scar. It looked like it would have hurt more than he could bear. He could not deal with pain well, unless it was his ass that was getting the beating.
“A knife,” said Leo, following Simon’s touch with his own, before grasping Simon’s hand and bringing it to his lips. “I was the last person that they ever cut,” he said in flawless Russian.
Fuck. The way the words rolled out of Leo’s mouth made Simon want to burn. He loved languages, but he’d never been with anyone who’d spoken to him like that when he was already hard. Leo could probably recite a recipe in Russian, and it would make Simon ache.
He wanted to kiss the scar, but Leo was too tall for his lips to reach, so he settled on the divot of his collar. At least the person who had cut Leo had changed their ways, leaving their violence behind so they didn’t hurt anyone else.
“May I fuck you?” asked Leo as he slowly pushed Simon back toward the bed. Simon’s knees hit the edge and he collapsed, the breath rushing from his lungs as he fell against the bed.
The silk sheets slithered against his skin, chilling and heating him at the same time. They were so soft, and yet, almost uncomfortable as they slid against him, as if they had a life of their own. And the bed itself sank beneath him, as the thickest pillowtop he’d ever felt squished against his back.
Leo followed a moment later, driving all rational thoughts from his mind. He opened his legs wide, welcoming Leo between them and wrapping his legs around his hips before using his heels to pull him closer. He ground up against Leo’s cock, groaning when he found that he was already hard and dripping again.
“So eager.” Leo let out a chuckle as he nipped at Simon’s lips, dropping lower to kiss along his neck and suck a bruise into the spot beneath his ear. It would be impossible to cover, and everyone at work would know that Simon had been fucked. The thought made him shudder.
“I need to hear you say it, Simon. Do you want me to fuck you? I can stop now if it’s too much.” He nipped at one of Simon’s nipples, pinching the other before soothing it with his tongue.
“Yes. Yes. Please, yes,” Simon chanted as he dragged Leo back to his lips, losing himself in his mouth. He was so hard that pre-cum was dripping from his cock, sliding between them and bringing him closer to the edge. He wasn’t sure if he’d even be able to make it until Leo was inside him.
Leo dipped his hands down Simon’s sides to his ass, pulling him wide and exposing him to the air. His hole clenched automatically with a mix of arousal and trepidation. He was going to come too soon. He just knew it.
“Just p-put it in,” he stammered through another groan as heat built to dangerous levels in his groin. “I’m not going to last. You don’t have to prep me.” It was bound to burn like a motherfucker, and it was probably going to feel like he was splitting in half, but it was exactly what Simon needed to keep away from the edge.
He liked it rough and didn’t mind when it hurt, but he hated coming early. If he did, he was too sensitive to let his partner finish inside him as their rough thrusts pushed him beyond pleasure to a dangerous space that was something…else.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” said Leo, pulling back with concern etched on his face. “I’m big, baby, real big. I’ll split your ass in two.” He reached for a condom and lube, only leaving Simon’s body for a second before he was settling his weight back and lining up their cocks. Simon hissed at the contact, curling his toes and biting his lip.
“That, please do that. I want to feel you for a week.” He knew it was a terrible idea, even as he craved it. It was going to be a week of extra pillows on his chair and bran muffins. The pain would keep him from coming right away, though…probably.
“Fuck, baby. Your mouth is so fucking filthy.” The foil condom wrapper crinkled as Leo tore it open and smoothed it down his cock with one hand, using his other to slather lube over Simon’s hole. He swirled his fingers around his entrance, never dipping inside.
“You look so tight, baby. Have you ever taken a cock as big as mine?” Leo asked as he lined himself up, rubbing the head of his cock over Simon’s hole.
Oh fuck. Leo felt huge and he hadn’t done anything except rub against him. Simon frantically thought back to the partners that he’d had since coming out with an onslaught of rainbow flags.
“No, not even close.” He shook his head, trembling when his rim strained against the impeding intrusion. His past partners had mostly been average, with a few that exceeded expectations. Technique had always seemed to matter more than size anyway.
Leo paused, shooting his brows to his hairline as he hovered over Simon, holding himself up with one hand on the bed. “Are you sure you don’t want any prep?” The hand on his cock was already moving down to Simon’s entrance.
“Oh, God.” Simon bit his lip hard. He knew he would come as soon as Leo touched him. His hand went to his cock, desperate to stave it off, but knowing that he wouldn’t make it in time. One touch and he was done for.
A blaring ringtone splashed a bucket of freezing water over his body, putting him on instant alert. There was only one person who had that ringtone, and at this time of day, it was bound to be an emergency.
Leo leaned back, going rigid as his face wrinkled in confusion. He looked toward Simon’s discarded pants and the cell phone blaring within. Maybe the glare was because it was Britney Spears’ Criminal blaring through the speaker as the most epic cock block of the year.
Simon scrambled from the bed, his cock forgotten as he dove for his pants and grasped the phone within. His sweaty hands slipped over the phone’s surface, and it took him three times to accept the call.
“Chris?” Simon asked, his voice coming out much more strained than he had intended. He looked over his shoulder to where Leo was sitting on the side of the bed, his hard cock sheathed by a glistening condom. He cleared his throat as his mouth went dry. “Chris, are you there?” Simon pulled the phone away from his ear to look at the screen. It was definitely his roommate’s number, but the other end was silent.
“S-Simon.” Chris’ sobbing voice washed any remaining arousal away. “Can you c-come home? I need you here.”
Oh Christ. “Are you okay, Chris? What happened? I’m on my way now.” He grabbed his pants, trying to pull them on one-handed while he looked around for his shirt. And where the hell were his socks?
Chris didn’t respond with anything but a harsh sob that pierced Simon directly in the gut. “Talk to me, Chris. It’s gonna be okay, buddy. I’ll be there soon.”
Leo crossed his arms, his glare morphing into a glower.
“I’m so sorry,” said Simon, covering the end of the phone with his palm. “It’s my best friend. Something’s happened, and I gotta go. Thank you so much for dinner. I had a lovely time.” He leaned forward to place a quick kiss on Leo’s lips, almost dropping the phone when a wave of heat settled back in his groin like a wildfire in the wind. Leo threaded a hand through his hair, and Simon had to force himself to pull away.
“Are you with someone?” asked Chris, his strangled voice sounding so small on the other end. “I’m sorry. I-I tried to wait until you c-came home, but then you never came and I was all alone.”
“It’s okay, buddy,” said Simon as he finally pulled away from the tempting embrace and headed for the door. His shirt was waiting for him along the way, but his socks were gone. He shoved his feet into his shoes, cursing as they scraped against his toes uncomfortably. He was going to have three blisters by the time he got home.
“How long until you’re here?” Chris asked, his voice close to tearing Simon’s heart out. Chris was such a sweet man, and even though he was six inches taller than Simon and had more hair on one arm than Simon had on his entire body, he had never tried to intimidate him or shame him for being gay.
“Um.” Simon looked around to the elevator doors. There was no button in sight. And once he got downstairs, he wasn’t sure which part of town he was in or if the buses would still be running to take him home.
“I’ll call a cab, buddy, and I’ll be home before you know it.” He dreaded dipping into his bank account for the cab fare, but there was no way he was charging it on his company card. Even if he was with a client…sort of.
He glanced back into the penthouse, but Leo was nowhere to be seen. Guilt seeped into his gut, making it churn and whirl as he searched for the elevator button. Finally, he found it, tucked along the wall. He glanced down, blanching when he noticed his cock peeking through his zipper. He managed to tuck himself away as the doors slid open.
“I’ll be home soon, Chris.” He ended the call and stepped into the elevator, peering back into the penthouse. “Bye, Leo.”
There was no answer.
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M.C. Roth
M.C. Roth lives in Canada and loves every season, even the dreaded Canadian winter. She graduated with honours from the Associate Diploma Program in Veterinary Technology at the University of Guelph before choosing a different career path.
Between caring for her young son, spending time with her husband, and feeding treats to her menagerie of animals, she still spends every spare second devoted to her passion for writing.
She loves growing peppers that are hot enough to make grown men cry, but she doesn’t like spicy food herself. Her favourite thing, other than writing of course, is to find a quiet place in the wilderness and listen to the birds while dreaming about the gorgeous men in her head.
Find out more about M.C. Roth at her website.
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