Hero #1: Alex. Diner cook who lives with his brother and his best friend Holly, who is the only person that knows he is gay. He makes good donuts.

Hero #2: Matt. Rich but decides to take a year off of life and finds himself working in the diner too. Has never been with a man before but he finds himself lusting after Alex.

Matt was overwhelmed. All his breath seemed to be trapped inside his chest. His entire body was tight in a way it’d never been before. It was as if Alex had just pulled the cap off a lifetime of frustration, and it was all boiling under the surface, begging for release. It was so intense, Matt felt like he was already half insane with it, and he needed an outlet.

He opened wider to the onslaught of Alex’s mouth, letting him push his tongue in over and over, but all it did was make the tension more unbearable. He grasped Alex’s biceps, feeling hard muscles under his fingers. Everything about this was different and foreign, which was why he couldn’t understand being harder and more turned on than he’d been in his entire life. He was literally about to blow just from the feel of Alex tongue fucking his mouth and pulling his hair.

Their small pants and groans blended together because they were fueled by the same hard-driving need for more. It was like being in a car with no brakes. No one to say enough is enough is enough. It was bizarre and amazing and such a sexually-charged situation Matt felt something in him change from the force of his need, like a man destined to be an addict taking his first hit.

Then Matt found himself tense with anticipation as Alex stopped kissing him long enough to crawl over him. Breathing ragged, Matt looked up at Alex as he straddled him, seeing the dance of fire illuminate Alex’s handsome face in the night. He was breathless too, his bare chest heaving as he studied Matt for one hot moment.

Alex groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. He let his head hang low as he continued to breathe in sharp, hard pants of desire, then pleaded, “Tell me to stop, Matty.”

With a shock, Matt realized he was the brakes. He was supposed to panic and stop this before it went too far.

Fuck that!

Matt reached up and fisted Alex’s light hair. He tugged him down, being more forceful than he’d dare with a girl. It made everything hotter, the sheer durability of Alex, the thought that he was probably dirty and kinky and didn’t think cum was nasty. He was strong. Handjobs probably didn’t make his arm tired. He wasn’t going to bitch when Matt accidently pulled his hair. He wasn’t going to get tired of sex. He was going to want as much of it as Matt—maybe more, because Alex’s nose flared from Matt’s bold mood.

Starfish and Coffee by Kele Moon. I liked this one. Super sexy and hot.

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