Blisse Blokes – Peter from Lyrical

I’ve got a different kind of bloke for you today. He’s still gorgeous, he’s still funny and incredibly sexy but he just doesn’t know it. Peter is a bit shy, in fact he hides away from people as much as possible. He’s been stung by years of teasing because he’s a cuddly guy and he’s been called fat for as long as he can remember. He doesn’t know what to do with himself when the new girl, Chloe shows that she’s interested in him. I had a lot of fun writing Peter  because sometimes it’s easy to forget that men have hang ups too.

And I don’t know about you but I love cuddly men!

Here’s the blurb:

Living in a world of lyrics, she sings his song and he is powerless to resist. Peter is held back by a lack of self confidence and interacts with people as little as he can manage to get away with, that is until willowy Chloe is assigned the desk next to him, she has other ideas.

Peter soon gives in to her siren song and lets Chloe seduce him but he just does not know how to deal with this beautiful woman and her lusts.

Does Chloe have the patience to teach him to play in harmony with her natural sensuality or will he be forever doomed to a solitary life with only his music for comfort?

Here’s an excerpt that really lets you get to know Peter!

“…singing is only the second best thing I do with my mouth.” She licks her lips and grins suggestively, “You live near here, right?”

“Yeah, just a few minutes up the road.” I manage to push the words out then I take a gulp of my warming Coke to loosen my tightening throat.

“Well, take me home and I’ll demonstrate my other mouth skill.” She winks and I nod, unable to speak. “Just let me put my guitar away.” She pushes out from the table and picks up the guitar she’d left beside her on the floor. “Then we’ll go.”

I try desperately to think of other ways her talented mouth could be skilled. Eating and playing the kazoo leap to mind momentarily before being replaced by an image of her on her knees with her plum lips wrapped around my straining erection. She can’t mean that, though, surely. I’m just Pete; girls don’t flirt with me, they avoid me.

But then, Chloe isn’t like the other girls.

* * * *

“I’m sorry it’s kinda messy, I wasn’t expecting anyone to visit.” I pick up the video game boxes off the sofa and throw them down beside the TV. “Would you like a drink?”

“No thanks,” Chloe smiles, sitting down on the sofa. “Your flat is lovely, very blokey.”

“Erm, thanks.” My eyes flick around the room, seeking out anything else I can move quickly and make the place look presentable.

“Sit down,” she commands, patting the black leather beside her. “It’s fine.”

“Oh, okay.” I pull off my shirt. I’m suddenly boiling hot. I lay it over the sofa back before sitting down next to her. I don’t feel relaxed in the slightest. My heart is galloping like a thoroughbred horse and my flanks are sweating like one, too. I have a girl in my flat. This is an unprecedented first, folks, and I don’t know what to do. What do you talk about with a hot girl who has shown some kind of sexual interest in you?

Sad to say, this has never happened to me before, not ever. Yep, that’s right I’m a complete and utter first timer. I’ve not even seen a woman naked, well apart from those few on the Internet.

“Why are you so tense, Pete?” she asks, running a hand down my arm. “Don’t you want me here?”

“No, I mean yes, I mean don’t go.” I flush and she giggles. “I’m just not sure what to do next.”

Chloe shifts in her seat to look straight at me, her nose a bare inch from my own.

“Kiss me.” She whispers in a voice barely louder than a breath. Her mellow green eyes fix on mine as I tilt forward. She encourages me wordlessly on with the lustful spark in her eye. Oh please God, let it be lustful and not disgusted or faintly amused. I suck at reading people, I really do.

My lips touch hers and the worry slips away from my mind. I’m now consumed with the sweet pressure of her lips on mine and the undulation of our mouths as we kiss. I’m tense at first, stiff and rigid, but with gentle movements and great patience her lips break through the barrier and my mouth slips open. I groan deep in my chest as her tongue darts inside of me. It feels so intimate, as if I am being fucked by her tongue.

“And this,” she says, pulling away from my lips and giving me a moment to breathe, “is where my real talent lies. Wou ld you like to see more of my oral technique?”

I am struck dumb; well dumber than usual. I just manage to incline my head in a slight nod.

“Good, let’s play a game. I love games.”

She jumps up from the couch and, waving her hand up like she’s cupping the air, she signals me to do the same. I stand in front of her and she smiles.

“Good.” She drops to her knees. “Have you got a timer on your watch?” She is pulling at my belt and I still can’t quite believe this is happening. “Okay, get it ready and when I say go, press it.” The buckle gives and she moves to the button, popping it open and pulling down my jeans, with my boxers going at the same time.

“Nice,” she hisses and I feel incredibly exposed as well as turned on. My cock is rock hard and I barely worry about her reaction to my curved stomach.

“Go!” she yells and as I press the timer button on my watch, she swallows the length of my cock. I yelp and groan as her lips slip and slide up and down. My mind is white-hot arousal and my knees buck under the strain. All I can feel is her mouth and the heat in my crotch. With every stroke and flick, I move closer to coming. I try and hold back, but she really is good with her mouth.

“Gonna come,” I gasp. The only other girl to ever suck me insisted I didn’t erupt in her mouth, so I’m ultra surprised when she clamps her mouth even tighter around my cock. I can’t think and I can barely breathe. My balls ache and my cock just can’t take any more pleasure. I come, screaming and thrusting my hips forward. Her gentle suction draws the liquid from my balls and when she’s drained the last drop, she gasps.

“So, how long did I take?”

I remember my watch, look at it and deduct ten seconds because I wasn’t paying attention.

“Two minutes and forty-three seconds.”

“I’ll have to try harder next time.” Her eyes twinkle as s he winks and I really just don’t know what to say.

Chloe certainly knows how to handle him doesn’t she? For more of their story check out Lyrical!

Victoria Blisse

Victoria Blisse is known as the Queen of Smut, Reverend to the kinky and is the Writer in Residence at Cocktails and Fuck Tales. She’s also an angel. Ask anyone. Mancunian Odd Duck, her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories along with her own particular brand of humour and romance that bring laughs and warm fuzzies in equal measure. Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

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  • Hi Victoria. What I love about Lowell? One word – werewolf. But then you see that isn’t what he wants. He wants to change. This just makes you want to read the book to see if he gets his wish. Why would I like to win Lyrical? I love to read anything written by you. You always keep my attention until the end and leave me wanting more.

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