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Saturday, June 18, 2016

Smutterday - Hiding in the Snow

Boston Bremmer, a freelance photojournalist who specialises in wildlife photography, has made his way to the mountains of Uzbekistan to meet up with biologist Mickey Donaldson to take pictures and video of the snow leopard in its natural habitat for a conservation documentary. The men get off on the wrong foot at base camp, though, and haven’t really buried the hatchet by the time they’re dropped off and begin their two-day trek up to where they’re going to set up their blind.

It isn’t just the big cat that’s a danger, though, and before they’ve even made it to their remote destination, they’re brought together by nature in the form of a terrible storm, and then an avalanche.

It’s a tall order, but Boston and Mickey are going to have to survive each other, the snow leopard and mother nature herself before the job is done. Can they get out with their lives and the film they need, let alone find love, when buried in the snow?

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Smutty Excerpt:

"You're a weird one, aren't you?" Mouse chuckled, eating the pudding with his fingers, licking them clean.

Oh, fuck, just look at that. Boston was distracted for a few moments by the sucking, and then he shook himself. "Weird? Me? Not really."

"No? I thought all photojournalists were."




If Boston wasn't so damn fascinated by what Mouse was doing, he might have been offended. As it was, he was just trying to keep his cock from responding too eagerly. "Um... huh?" Boston finally realized he'd totally lost the train of their conversation. Damn it.

"I was asking if your pudding was okay." Mouse licked his lips. He'd be mad about the teasing if it looked like Mouse had the slightest idea what he was doing.

"I think yours is better." He hadn't meant to say it, but it came blurting out anyway. Pudding had to taste better sucked off Mouse's fingers, right?

"Yeah? You think so? Want a bite?"

"I do." Shit no, that was probably a bad idea. Still, he was leaning forward, wasn't he? Mouth open like a fucking baby bird's.

Mouse reached over, glob of pudding on his finger.

Fuck. It should have been gross, instead it was sexy. He wasn't even into food as a sex thing. It didn't matter, he leaned over and took Mouse's finger right in, sucking on it hard. Mouse groaned, the sound surprisingly hot. Boston kept sucking, even when there wasn't any pudding left, and when he finally started to let go, his teeth grazed along Mouse's skin.

"I. Damn. You. Yeah." Oh, that was coherent. Boston met Mouse's gaze, the man's fingertip still in his mouth.

Mouse stared, nostrils flaring. "I. You want another bite?"

He nodded, tongue playing with Mouse's fingertip.

"You're hungry. You ever shared dessert on a job before?"

He finally let Mouse's finger slide from between his lips. "No, I can't say I have." His voice had gone all crushed gravel. Just from one little bite of pudding. The taste of one finger on his tongue.

"No. Me either." Mouse scooped up another bite. "This is probably a shitty idea."

It was exactly what he'd thought right after Mouse had offered to share. "What? Us sharing pudding?"

"Uh-huh." Mouse's finger slipped right into Boston's mouth.

He sucked the pudding off it and then didn't even pretend he wasn't sucking Mouse's finger like it was the man's cock.

"Damn. Damn, you're... oral." Mouse shifted, legs making a shushing sound inside his bag.

Oh yeah, he was. Big time. He loved sucking - fingers, tongues, nipples, cocks, asses. Give him a naked man and he could feast for days. He smiled around Mouse's finger and let it slide slowly from between his lips.

"I. Damn. Hey."

Grinning, Boston gave Mouse's finger one last lick. "So. We have shelter. We've napped. We've eaten. Whatever will we do with the rest of our time?"

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