Liam leaves New York City and Club 21 behind to take on a new adventure in Los Angeles as a porn star, with his new boyfriend Ryan at his side. While Liam is happy to finally be living the life he's always dreamed of, he can't help but wonder if he's gotten into something over his head. Sure, Ryan's house is huge and his new job promises lots of money and fame, but he still can't shake the feeling that something's not quite right.
Back in New York, Lance and Ken embark on another wild night at Club 21 with Zack, the club owner’s son, and the hot new dancer to replace Liam. Zack is sexy, mischievous, and disarmingly innocent, but has a wild side that rivals Ken's. And he has eyes for Lance. The go-go boys are in for a weekend of sinful heat that promises to bring them all together, but will Lance take the leap he failed to take with Liam and seize his new opportunity?
Sins of Lust is a 23,000-word novella.
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Excerpt
When he opened the door and we went in, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I was blown away. Polished marble tiles lined the entry foyer and a grand staircase, lushly carpeted, led up to the second floor. To either side of the foyer, a wide hall led to expansive rooms that I could just barely glimpse through open doorways.
He put my suitcase down and locked the door. “Welcome to our home.”
I wrapped my arms around Ryan’s neck and pulled myself up for a kiss. “It’s good to be here. It’s good to be with you.”
He stared deep into my eyes, igniting fires within me. “We could go for a tour now, if you’d like.”
I glanced around the huge space—I would definitely need a tour and maybe a map. But right now...I took in his broad chest and tapered waist, and his bulge just below that. I needed to get him in bed now—I needed his closeness and his touch. “It would be great if you could show me the bedroom first, so...I’ll know where we’ll be sleeping.”
I winked at him, trying to play coy. My cock strained against my fly, my ass itched to get stuffed. I knew Ryan wanted it just as bad—I reached down and grabbed his crotch. His bulge was thick and hard.
He pulled me close for another kiss and pushed his tongue into my mouth. God, he tasted good. I hopped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. Now that we weren’t at the airport, I could do things to him that I couldn’t do there. He held my thighs up with his strong hands and carried me up the stairs.
I nuzzled his neck as he took us down a short hallway on the second floor, through a double set of doors. The first thing I saw was the king-sized bed, and as Ryan took me toward it, I then noticed the huge picture window above and its spectacular view of the ocean. An exhibitionistic thrill charged through me as I thought of us fucking in front of the window for the world to see.
“This place is amazing,” I said.
Ryan laid me down on his bed and straddled my body, elbows beside my ears. He kissed me again, licking and tasting my lips. I slid my hands under his shirt and felt up his furry, muscular chest. His pert nipples sharpened beneath my fingertips.
“I need you, Liam,” he whispered into my ear. “I need you more than you know.” His lips blazed a trail down my jaw line, to my Adam’s apple. I groaned and bucked my hips up against his as he licked my collarbone, one of my most sensitive spots.
“God, Ryan...”
He gently grasped the hem of my shirt and pulled it effortlessly over my head, tossing it on the floor. He sat up, admiring my body, and ran the pads of his thumbs over my nipples, sending a shiver through my core.
“Your body is so perfect,” Ryan groaned. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you’d stayed in New York.”
“I’m here now. That’s all that matters.”
He leaned down again. “You’re right.” He made me shiver as he kissed my Adam’s apple again, then planted gentle kisses down the centre of my chest until he reached my navel. With his broad fingers, he carefully unbuttoned my fly and shimmied my jeans down until he left me in just my lucky red jockstrap.
I grabbed a fistful of his shirt. “These things need to come off, too.”
He smiled at me and hopped off the bed, quickly stripping down to nothing, his glorious Adonis-like body outlined by the bright sunshine behind him.
Ryan lay on the bed beside me and put my hand on his cock as he claimed my mouth with his again. I stroked his thick shaft, giving into his forceful kisses. But I couldn’t take it anymore. My mouth was watering—I needed to taste him. I broke from the kiss and shuffled down the bed to his luscious meat. Closing my eyes, I descended toward it, extending my tongue and licking up and down the shaft, relishing his unique, salty taste. It was better than I remembered.
I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking up and down. Sweet precum leaked out of his bulbous head and danced along my taste buds. His cock was stiff, but the flesh was smooth as velvet. I massaged his shaft hard with my tongue and lips, loving the way his cock filled every inch of my mouth.