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Emery's Ritches by Havan Fellows
Synchronous Seductions Book 2
Breathless Press
Contemporary M/M
Buy at http://www.breathlesspress.com/emerys-ritches

Ritchie won't admit that he's heartbroken. Emery won't accept less than all of Ritchie's affection. How will meticulous Emery win snarky Ritchie for his own?

Ritchie Lymings is wallowing in self-pity after seeing the man he loves—his best friend—reunited with his arch enemy. He's drowning his sorrows in coffee and caramel when an irritating stranger barges into his life, determined to make him smile. Even if this interloper is too dense to understand his faux pas, Ritchie figures he may be good for a quickie to get his mind off of his immediate situation. A simple round of love 'em and leave 'em sounds promising.

Emery Hutchins recognizes Ritchie immediately when he stops for his morning coffee and breakfast. His friend Ryder had been telling him stories about "the infuriating twit" for years. Fate and coincidence were two things that normally gave Emery cause for pause, but he couldn't let this opportunity pass him by. Unable to relinquish control to fate though, he immediately devises a plan to make the deliciously snarky Ritchie his own, one hundred percent completely.

But for these two diverse personalities there is one major problem. How can Ritchie's attitude and Emery's meticulousness blend together, or is this an oil and water mess?

Teaser Hot Excerpt:

"Yeah, sure, I'm up for a quickie. Something to maybe rev up my appetite for this picnic thing you insisted on throwing."

Ritchie's attempt at nonchalance amused Emery, and also seeded a very interesting idea in his mind. Ritchie would no doubt hate it, but would also no doubt learn an important lesson. Because if they became something, anything, Ritchie would have to understand the rules now rather than later.

Emery ran his hands down the front of Ritchie's collared T-shirt and tweaked his nipples through the material. "A quickie? That's what you want from me? What happens if I fall in lust? What if I desire more from you? Am I to end up with unrequited feelings? Would that be karmic justice in your book?" All through his soliloquy, he kept massaging Ritchie's chest and nubs, using the coarseness of the fabric to his benefit. He ran his lips and tongue along Ritchie's hairline, over his forehead and down to his ear. "Payback for what you have endured for the past seven plus years?"

Ritchie's breath hitched. "I...um...I don't understand what you're mumbling..." A squeal escaped his lips as Emery bathed his ear with a moist, hot tongue. "About! What else could I possibly want from you?"

"What else indeed."

Ritchie backed away from him and Emery mirrored the movement by stepping forward. After another round of this, he had trapped Ritchie in the corner of the bedroom. "Satisfaction could be had from me many times over if you want that, my sweet Ritchie. In many ways also."

He deduced Ritchie's attempt to flee to the right and blocked his escape with a well-placed palm against the wall, "Undo your pants for me, Ritchie. Let me show you."

Ritchie shook his head no even as his hands obeyed Emery's soft spoken command. The button silently popped from its restraint and Ritchie leaned his head against the wall to gaze up at Emery questioningly.

"Very good, now unzip them."

Emery kissed Ritchie's eyelids tenderly as soon as they closed, and he heard rather than saw the zipper moving down inch by agonizing inch. A quick shudder from his beautiful lover told him the zipper had finished its descent. "Don't move until I give you permission, understand, Ritchie?"

Ritchie's breathing took on a whole new rhythm. "Yeah, whatever, I'll let you play this your way for now."

Emery's lips twisted into an amused smile. "Make sure that you do."

He removed his hand from the wall, certain that he had his boy's utmost cooperation, at least for the immediate moment. Ritchie's show of bravado impressed him, but didn't fool him. He trailed his hands across the wide expanse of shoulders, alternating between fluttery and deep massaging touches. He outlined the defined collarbone, changed course downwards and again paid those tight pointed nipples some homage. His fingers met in the middle and traveled along what he could outline through the shirt as a thick treasure trail, then abruptly halted at the elastic of Ritchie's boxer briefs. All the while Emery stared into eyes that had never fully recovered their focus from the initial kiss.

"What could we do for this quickie you're so interested in? What time limitations classify a true quickie? Should we expect ten minutes of pleasure? What if we prolonged it to a whole half an hour? Could that still carry the title of a quickie?"

Ritchie opened his mouth and at that precise moment Emery's hands delved inside his waistband, grasped his balls and cock, and squeezed. Ritchie's mouth closed quickly, just to open and close again. Emery stroked Ritchie's cock slowly up and down, each upward motion emphasized with a thumbnail outlining his slit with the perfect amount of pressure, while he simultaneously tugged on Ritchie's balls with his other hand. Ritchie finally found his voice. "It's not really a...not really...um...not a perfect science. The definition of a quickie is probably different for each participant." Ritchie stumbled on his words more than once, but finally completed his sentence.

"That so? Which participant should we listen to? Because, I must admit, I envision myself taking this magnificent piece of meat in my mouth. Laving it with my tongue; having the bulbous crown bump against the opening of my throat. Swallowing around it and massaging it with my constricting muscles. I believe that would carry you to orgasm rather quickly though, don't you agree?

"So instead of racing for the gusto that way, so to speak, maybe I should draw out the oral pleasure. Sit on the floor at your feet, having your cock swing above my open mouth and..." Emery removed the hand that juggled Ritchie's sac and stuck a finger in his mouth. He puckered his lips around it purposefully for Ritchie's benefit and got it good and wet. When he removed it, saliva glistened from the digit and from his lips. Emery wrapped his arm around Ritchie and slid his hand down the back of his boxer briefs this time. He sought Ritchie's clenched opening with his prepared finger.

He circled the delicate skin a few times and then pressed firmly until he slid in up to the second knuckle. A quick twist of his wrist and crook of his finger and he tapped the walnut shaped gland that he searched for, stroking it much like his other hand still stroked Ritchie's dick. He was rewarded when precum coated his hand. He finally continued his pleasurable idea. "And with my fingers, I milk your cock. All of your precious juices dripping out and covering my tongue, swirling across my taste buds and gliding down my throat. My fingers continuing their ministrations until your testicles empty and my lips, tongue, mouth and throat are drenched in nothing but your flavor. But if I performed that properly, mind you, that would take so much more than a simple quickie entails. Wouldn't you agree?"

Emery rubbed into Ritchie's skin the copious amount of precum that his finger had enticed. He cocked an eyebrow when Ritchie didn't answer immediately, but continued his movements. "Hmm Ritchie? I'm sorry, I didn't catch that."

Ritchie jerked his head and his half-lidded eyes focused on Emery. He dropped back against the wall with a slight thump. Emery noticed that Ritchie's whole body vibrated slightly. "Yeah." He shook his head and cleared his throat. "Yes, that would take a little longer, a lot longer. But we have time, right? I mean, who am I to rush the boss man, right?"

Emery sighed contentedly.

He leaned down and captured Ritchie's trembling and slightly swollen lips. He demanded entrance that Ritchie eagerly supplied. Emery worked his finger and hand while his tongue danced across slightly crooked teeth and tangled with the maple taste still on Ritchie's tongue. He grazed his bottom teeth along Ritchie's lip while sucking that tasty treat into his own mouth.

Emery prolonged the kiss until Ritchie's hips bucked against him, then tensed. He stopped everything immediately. He gently withdrew his finger from Ritchie's ass and hands from his boxer briefs, and leaned back so he could study Ritchie's flushed face.

"What? No!" Ritchie actually attempted to return Emery's hands to where they'd just left, but Emery stepped back out of his range.

Emery shook his head and proceeded to lick the precum off his fingers and palm. "I want to do those things to you Ritchie. I do. And after I drain you, I want to toss you on the bed and sink into you so deep that where you end and I begin is the ultimate question. I want to pound into you until you scream for either more or mercy, or both. I want to fill you with a part of me and have you spill again on your stomach. Then I'll lean over during my orgasm and lick you clean while I'm still shaking with my cock throbbing inside you. The perfect circle, my essence filling you while your essence fills me. Imagine us orchestrating that for our…" He smiled and whispered that much repeated word of the day. "Quickie."

Ritchie's breathing ratcheted again and Emery had to admit to himself that he loved how the verbal appeared to work on this man just as well as the physical did. "Okay...erm... I mean yes? We can do that."

Emery finally finished cleaning his hand and shook his head sadly for Ritchie's benefit. "But we can't, my tasty friend. In order for us to experience all that and more, I would need all of your attention on me. I understand I have the southern head's full attention." He nodded to Ritchie's exposed and still rock hard penis. "But I fear that your northern head is still wrapped around a cute red-haired and taken man. Until you can move past that particular pretty boy, you won't give all of you to anyone else. And whether it's a quickie, a one-night stand, or a relationship, when I bed a man I demand one hundred percent of his concentration. That's exactly what I give. Anything less would sell me short. Do I appear the kind of man who does that?"

Emery could tell that Ritchie suddenly understood the game that played out in front of him and didn't like it one bit. His eyebrows knitted together and he yanked his underwear and pants back up, grimacing at the rough treatment he gave himself in the process. "Fuck you Emery!"

"We just discussed how that wouldn't happen…" He strolled to the door and opened it, glancing back over his shoulder. "Yet." He closed the door and headed to the guest bathroom, finally vacated, so he could adjust himself and wash up. He did have a house full of guests waiting for food.

Bio:

Something about me?  Hmmmm … well I'm a mild mannered person with an imagination that makes me blush, and I'm itching to get under your skin as we speak.  I thoroughly love getting lost in a book or two and pray for the day my kiddos or family won't find me there.  I write with the group Story Orgy and hope to continue doing so for a long time and I follow my muse where ever he takes me … he hasn't failed me yet!  And just like every other red blooded human – I love hearing from people.  So feel free to drop me a line – whether it's a comment on my blog, an email, a tweet or you track me down on FaceBook or Google + … it's easy to catch someone who wants to be caught. 

I annoy, love, respect, scare, seduce, hurt, anger, infatuate, frustrate, flatter, envy, amuse and tolerate everyone. I just do it better in writing thanks to a little thing called...edits.

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