| Excerpt from Just a Little Romance copyright by Chrissy Munder |
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Waking up on Monday mornings weren’t high on Jeremiah Madigan’s list of favorite things.
They didn’t even come close. The fact his mornings didn’t usually start until nine o’clock in the
pm not withstanding. But his routine on a workday no matter what hours he worked was always
the same. A long, hot shower, a whole lot of hot coffee and then the drive into work.
Working the graveyard shift, or eleven to seven, was a habit Jeremiah had fallen into a few
years back. He’d been hit with a bad case of insomnia after an even worse break-up and one
thing had led to another. Something about the shift appealed to him and he’d never looked
back.
So, while Monday mornings weren’t on his list of favorite things long, hot showers were and
sometimes, like today, they made it to the top of his list of all-time favorites. This brief thought
managed to cross his mind before Jeremiah turned his face up to the falling spray, eyes closed
and just letting the water cascade from the showerhead down on to his heated skin. His mouth
was open, lips parted as he panted slightly.
The temperature of the water was hot, steam and mist rising about him but not as hot as the
lips that carefully followed the water’s trail as it rolled down the muscles of his back to the
crack of his ass.
One hand was outstretched against the wet tile of the wall in front of Jeremiah to keep his
balance, the other was wrapped tightly around the swelling length of his cock, not moving just
yet, just enjoying the firm pulse and throb. Christ, but it had been so long.
He couldn’t think, he couldn’t move, Jeremiah could only groan as strong fingers held his hips
in a tight grip and lips; those lips and hot, greedy tongue burrowed between his clenched
cheeks and found his center amidst a chorus of eager slurps and moans.
Heaven.
Goddamn but this was the closet thing to heaven he’d ever found. He didn’t think he’d
spoken aloud and yet he could hear the soft chuckle, low and lean, almost as if it was in
response to his thoughts and then demanding thumbs spread him wider and that hot tongue
lapped at the water that trickled over his small, puckered circle of nerves and Jeremiah
groaned again.
Against his will his hand tightened over his cock, moving down to the base and then stroking
upwards just below the plump head. His legs instinctively spread as he could do nothing but
offer himself up to the feeling and Jeremiah struggled to keep his balance and his control. But
no matter how much he wanted to drag this out he wasn’t going to last.
The thrust of his hips pushed him forward against the welcoming tunnel of his hand before
Jeremiah pushed back against the knowledgeable tongue that was carefully driving him mad.
His panting increased, harsh and urgent in contrast to the gentle sound of the water and he
groaned yet again. This time the sound was deeper and more needy as a long finger stabbed
into him alongside the agile tongue.
“Yeah, oh yeah.” Jeremiah managed to suck in a gasping breath, his forehead falling forward
against his hand and the tile wall that was the only thing holding his trembling legs upright as
another finger joined the first. Good. Man, that felt good.
The fingers inside him turned slightly, curling in their search and Jeremiah increased the
speed of his fist on his cock as the sensations spread through him faster than a desert
wildfire. His essence flowed freely from the reddened tip as he worked his hand up and down
in rough, urgent strokes but the lubrication wasn’t necessary in the steamy, sudsy shower
spray.
“Please.” Jeremiah whimpered in dismay as the fingers suddenly left his body and he was left
empty and wanting. But the warm chest pressed against his back and the hot tongue was now
lapping at his ear, biting at the sensitive flesh. His legs spread further apart, ass arching
upward, feeling the pulse of the fat cock that snuggled happily between his cheeks and
roughly jabbed against his loosened hole.
“Ready for it?” The voice was lower, rougher now and shivers ran up and down Jeremiah’s
spine at the words feathering his ear. “Ready for me?”
The sound of the voice, the words themselves proved too much for Jeremiah and even before
the entrance to his body was claimed his hips were jerking as he shot his load onto the wall of
the shower before falling forward and feeling the cold tile against his flushed cheeks.
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~*~*~*~*
Waking up on Monday mornings weren’t high on Jeremiah Madigan’s list of favorite things.
They didn’t even come close. The fact his mornings didn’t usually start until nine o’clock in the
pm not withstanding. But his routine on a workday no matter what hours he worked was always
the same. A long, hot shower, a whole lot of hot coffee and then the drive into work.
Working the graveyard shift, or eleven to seven, was a habit Jeremiah had fallen into a few
years back. He’d been hit with a bad case of insomnia after an even worse break-up and one
thing had led to another. Something about the shift appealed to him and he’d never looked
back.
So, while Monday mornings weren’t on his list of favorite things long, hot showers were and
sometimes, like today, they made it to the top of his list of all-time favorites. This brief thought
managed to cross his mind before Jeremiah turned his face up to the falling spray, eyes closed
and just letting the water cascade from the showerhead down on to his heated skin. His mouth
was open, lips parted as he panted slightly.
The temperature of the water was hot, steam and mist rising about him but not as hot as the
lips that carefully followed the water’s trail as it rolled down the muscles of his back to the
crack of his ass.
One hand was outstretched against the wet tile of the wall in front of Jeremiah to keep his
balance, the other was wrapped tightly around the swelling length of his cock, not moving just
yet, just enjoying the firm pulse and throb. Christ, but it had been so long.
He couldn’t think, he couldn’t move, Jeremiah could only groan as strong fingers held his hips
in a tight grip and lips; those lips and hot, greedy tongue burrowed between his clenched
cheeks and found his center amidst a chorus of eager slurps and moans.
Heaven.
Goddamn but this was the closet thing to heaven he’d ever found. He didn’t think he’d
spoken aloud and yet he could hear the soft chuckle, low and lean, almost as if it was in
response to his thoughts and then demanding thumbs spread him wider and that hot tongue
lapped at the water that trickled over his small, puckered circle of nerves and Jeremiah
groaned again.
Against his will his hand tightened over his cock, moving down to the base and then stroking
upwards just below the plump head. His legs instinctively spread as he could do nothing but
offer himself up to the feeling and Jeremiah struggled to keep his balance and his control. But
no matter how much he wanted to drag this out he wasn’t going to last.
The thrust of his hips pushed him forward against the welcoming tunnel of his hand before
Jeremiah pushed back against the knowledgeable tongue that was carefully driving him mad.
His panting increased, harsh and urgent in contrast to the gentle sound of the water and he
groaned yet again. This time the sound was deeper and more needy as a long finger stabbed
into him alongside the agile tongue.
“Yeah, oh yeah.” Jeremiah managed to suck in a gasping breath, his forehead falling forward
against his hand and the tile wall that was the only thing holding his trembling legs upright as
another finger joined the first. Good. Man, that felt good.
The fingers inside him turned slightly, curling in their search and Jeremiah increased the
speed of his fist on his cock as the sensations spread through him faster than a desert
wildfire. His essence flowed freely from the reddened tip as he worked his hand up and down
in rough, urgent strokes but the lubrication wasn’t necessary in the steamy, sudsy shower
spray.
“Please.” Jeremiah whimpered in dismay as the fingers suddenly left his body and he was left
empty and wanting. But the warm chest pressed against his back and the hot tongue was now
lapping at his ear, biting at the sensitive flesh. His legs spread further apart, ass arching
upward, feeling the pulse of the fat cock that snuggled happily between his cheeks and
roughly jabbed against his loosened hole.
“Ready for it?” The voice was lower, rougher now and shivers ran up and down Jeremiah’s
spine at the words feathering his ear. “Ready for me?”
The sound of the voice, the words themselves proved too much for Jeremiah and even before
the entrance to his body was claimed his hips were jerking as he shot his load onto the wall of
the shower before falling forward and feeling the cold tile against his flushed cheeks.
