Andrew Jericho: Special Collection (MM, MMM)
Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 107,018
In Ripped, five years after the death of his wife and child in an automobile accident, Roman Carter, owner of Ripped specialty gym, begins a new chapter in his life. Roman admits becoming romantically involved with Kyle, gym physical therapist and trainer, was one of the best things he could have done, but when tragedy threatens to rip their marriage apart, can the couple evolve their wounded souls to find peace?
In Inferno, Lucas Wentworth has accepted loneliness as a way of life until he meets Dylan Raines. When Lucas's twin Mark realizes his sibling has a taste for male affection, he kidnaps Dylan. Once Lucas locates Dylan, he discovers his partner has now developed a relationship with Whisman Cash. As Lucas fights his own attraction to Whisman, he formulates a plan to rescue both men. While he never expected two relationships, Lucas ultimately wants the trio to become one.
In Ice Cream and Kisses, Lance Carrington is arrogant and full of pride on the exterior. After a betrayal, Lance seeks solace in friend and fellow businessman DeMarco Alexander. What Lance really desires appears to be everything DeMarco offers. When Lance finds his personality softening under DeMarco’s attention, can he trust the secret emotions long buried in his heart?
In Something Beautiful, transgender man Reed Collins and his partner, Levon Kruger, an openly gay drummer for the heavy metal band Hardcore, are on their honeymoon. Then Avery Gaines walks into their lives in what he calls, “a chance meeting.” The couple is immediately attracted to the tall, dark-haired stranger. Reed is the first to admit his love for Avery, but Levon holds his emotions in check. The romantic triangle goes through a period of conflict and turmoil, until Levon finally reveals a promise he made to Reed, and how loving Avery would call into question the very foundation of the marriage he shares with his partner.
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ICE CREAM
AND KISSES
“It’s good to see you, Lance.”
“DeMarco,” Lance quickly replied, shaking the man’s hand, trying
to ignore the electricity that was coursing through his body. The same intense
attraction that he felt six months ago in the restroom did not appear to have
diminished.
The mantras of a quick roll in the sack and revenge were quickly
fading. When Insolent Prick had stopped being intimate, he had also stopped
communicating. Not only could a lack of human touch make a man crazy, but also
a lack of intimacy and sharing. Lance had abruptly left the hotel restroom that
evening, but not before giving DeMarco his business card.
“Call me…”
Three times a week for the past six months, Lance may not have had
a man’s touch, but he had a man who faithfully called him. Since loneliness was
not a word that Lance used, their conversations for the first couple of months
revolved around business. Lance also told himself more than once that he wasn’t
a cheater, despite the emotional affair that he now shared with DeMarco.
Business had gradually turned personal as Lance opened up one
afternoon three months into their conversations. He had shared the painful
details of his relationship with Insolent Prick, seeking comfort in the voice
who quietly listened, offering him random words of comfort. From there the pair
had become extremely close, sharing intimate details of their lives.
As he released DeMarco’s hand he noticed that the man standing in
front of him had not changed. Hot and delicious. It was as if the six months
had not passed at all. Lance casually removed his Ray-Bans. He must be at least
six foot three.
“You look like you could use some iced tea. I’ve got some cold in
the back. Sure is hot outside. Weatherman says this is one of the hottest
summers on record. I like mine in a frosted mug. If you don’t want that,
there’s pop on tap behind the bar or some bottled water.”
“The iced tea is fine,” Lance replied. Pretty hot inside, too.
While DeMarco disappeared behind two swinging doors, Lance let out
a short sigh. Get yourself under control. You’re here on business. End the
small talk. At least that was what his mind was telling him. For a split second
he let himself entertain those words not in his vocabulary, loneliness and
cheater. It was a last-ditch effort to try and stifle thoughts of himself
relinquishing complete control and submitting to anything that DeMarco offered.
By the time DeMarco had set two frosty mugs of tea in a shiny red
leather booth, Lance had his laptop and business proposal set up on the table.
Business talk would be safe. Lance watched as DeMarco pulled his copy of the
proposal from a black notebook. It had been mailed from Little Rock a week ago.
“Why are you really here, Lance?” DeMarco asked abruptly, leaning
back against the seat. “According to what I read, Carrington Consultants would
not be here until next week or so.”
Knowing full well what he had asked, Lance reached inside his
briefcase, fumbling to retrieve more papers as if that would break the sexual
tension between them. Even now, six months later, he was slowly melting, and it
wasn’t from the summer heat.
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“Should we put Daddy to bed, Whisman?” Dylan asked, glancing at
Whisman.
“That would be my guess,” Whisman replied, seductively putting the
end of his thumb in his mouth.
Once they were in bed, Lucas immediately took the lead. He began
by first gently pushing Dylan, then Whisman, against the sheets. While both
partners lay on their backs, Lucas sat between them and simultaneously used
both his hands to penetrate their asses with well-lubed fingers.
“Do you both feel good?” Lucas asked.
Keeping his fingers in Dylan, Lucas rolled his partner, spooning
him next to his body. As his fingers continued their gentle probe, Lucas pulled
Whisman close. “Give him oral.”
As Whisman obeyed, Lucas lifted Dylan’s leg just enough to insert
his dick into his husband’s ass.
“Got you good and slick with lube, baby,” Lucas said. “I’d almost
forgotten how tight you were.” He continued rhythmically grinding his hips
against Dylan
.
“We’re going to give you a good come. Whisman’s got your dick, which looks rock
hard, buried in his mouth. I’m about to bury my cock deeper in your ass.”
Lucas heard Dylan moan and writhe against him.
“While I find your prostate,” Lucas whispered in Dylan’s ear,
rubbing his hands down the length of his partner’s body.
Both Dylan and Lucas reached their hands, guiding Whisman’s head.
“Slow down a bit, Whisman,” Lucas instructed. “That’s it. Nice,
firm, even strokes. Show him how much you love him.”
“We both love you, Dylan. Very, very, much,” Lucas said, matching
his strokes inside Dylan’s ass to his words.
“Lucas!” Dylan moaned.
“What, baby?”
Whisman swirled the head of Dylan’s cock with his tongue before
his lips found its base.
“Am I making you feel good, Dylan?” Lucas asked. “I’ve never stopped
thinking about that afternoon in the hot tub.” He spoke barely above a whisper
into Dylan’s ear. “You love fucking me. Loving me. These words are meant for
you. So tight…I could come against your prostate right now.”
“I love you, Lucas.”
“I know you do. I love you, too, baby.”
“Lucas…Shit! It feels good!”
“Supposed to. Good and intense. One or two more thrusts and I’m
going to be close to coming, and so had you, or I’m going to just take it out!
Do you want me to take my rock-hard cock out of your ass?”
Dylan shook his head no as his body began to convulse. As Lucas
heard Whisman moan, he was sure Dylan had just come.
“Damn, Dylan! Fuck!” Lucas said as he pulled Dylan tight against
him, flooding his husband’s ass with cum.
Lucas felt Dylan freeing himself, watching as his partner firmly
reached for Whisman. Within a matter of minutes, Lucas saw Dylan lube and
insert himself into Whisman’s ass. Whisman was face down on the bed, cries of
pleasure muffled into a pillow. For a few minutes, Lucas watched as his
partner’s made love. Finally unable to contain his heart and his desire to
consummate the love he shared with both men, Lucas rolled both Dylan and
Whisman toward him. Spooned tightly together, Lucas pushed his dick back inside
Dylan.
A perfect love fucking trio, Lucas thought as he matched his
repeated entry into Dylan with his partner’s thrusts into Whisman.
“Shit! Shit! Shit! Fuck me, Dylan!” Whisman cried.
Knowing that Whisman was the only one right now that still needed
to come, Lucas backed away. Dylan needed this with Whisman. He didn’t know just
how erotic watching Dylan make love to another human being would be until he
saw his partner roll Whisman onto his back.
“I love you, Whisman,” Lucas heard Dylan speak, watching as his
partner’s lovemaking turned tender. “I’ve missed you.”
“Me, too,” Whisman said.
So damn hot and erotic, Lucas thought, fighting an overwhelming
urge to join them as he watched Dylan slide a hand under Whisman’s hip, pulling
his partner close.
“Come here, Lucas,” Dylan spoke over his shoulder almost as if he
had read his mind. “Help me make our partner come.”
Copyright Andrew Jericho, Siren Publishing
About Andrew,
Andrew Kyle Jericho is a ManLove erotic romance author for Siren-BookStrand Publishing, LGBTQ rights activist, humanitarian, and freelance journalist/photographer. His books explore gay men in real situations of life and love. Andrew blends romance, passion, and eroticism into all of his characters.
He is a gay transgender man, who lives with his partner, John Jericho, and family. He enjoys photography, eclectic tastes in music and the arts, and browsing the local library and art galleries. All of Andrew’s work can be found at: http://andrewjericho.com/.
