Sunday Snog -Reluctant Romance!

Hello and welcome to the Sunday Snog! Firstly I’msaying congrats to Estragon and Patsy who won the seaside fun pack from Blisse Kiss by the Sea and Donna who won their choice of my back catalogue in the sharing my favourite book blog hop!

Now I’m moving on to my snog. It’s taken from one of the latest Bigger Briefs anthologies. The theme is Reluctant Romance which brought in a great variety of stories.


Sometimes true love is reluctant to blossom and needs a little bit of coaxing in order to come out. But a strong will and a heart filled with determination will triumph every time! The authors of the Bigger Briefs present to you these m/f tales of lovers who just need a gentle prod to push them into the relationship they’ve been yearning for.

My Story in this anthology is called ‘Come on You Reds’ and is all about 2 rival football fans who find each other irresistible. Check out their chemistry!

“Oooh, they’re singing the national anthem—not long till kick off now.” I snuggle back into the sofa, tucking my legs up behind me, and lean my head on the shoulder of my enemy.

“Oh, yes?” he questions, lifting my chin.

“Oh, come on. I always watch the telly like this—are you telling me you don’t want me pressing my soft flesh up against you?”

I grin and press my heavy breasts against his arm with an exaggerated sexy movement. “Oh okay, stay there then.” He rolls his eyes and grins.

“Thank you, oooh they’re kicking off.”

Silence falls as we both transport to opposite sides of Wembley stadium. He “ooh’s” in excitement as I “ahh” in fright. He leans forward as I cringe into his arm and he turns his head from me as I hiss “yes!” and shoot him a “I told you so” kind of smile.

As the tempo slows and the game hits a lull, he wraps his arm around me and plants a kiss on the top of my head. I snuggle back and grin up at him.

“I feel like I’m sleeping with the enemy.”

“Well, it’s not been that exciting of a game so far, but I’m not snoring yet.”

“Oh, okay smartarse. I feel like I’m fucking the enemy, then.”

“Am I the enemy?” he asks, kind of seriously.

“Well, yes.”

“Oh, well in that case you’re not fucking the enemy ‘cos I’d know about it if you were, but I just want to say I’m not apposed to the idea.”

“Slut.” I laugh, kissing his cheek, one eye on the screen. “No, my dear. That would be you.”

“Bastard.” I slap out at him but he captures my wrist in his hand and plants a hot, heavy kiss on my lips. “Now, now. You’re going to get it if you’re not careful.”

”Get what?” I reply, using my other hand to slip down over his jean clad thigh, to skim over the delights held within. “A Yellow card,” he whispers hoarsely. “I keep it in my pants.”

“Well go on then, get it out,” I taunt, tugging on his zip. “Do you really want it? It might turn into a red one if you keep taunting me.”

“Mmm, I do hope so.” I pop open his button and stroke a finger down over his boxers and I’m delighted to find a stirring of arousal.

“You wicked girl.” He groans as I slip him out of his boxers and slide down on to my knees between his thighs, oblivious now to the television (but only because it’s half-time) as I gently stroke his cock, enticing it from its dark cave. I moan and move my lips closer to his crotch, my breath tickling over his hot skin making him buck and curse as I gently press a tight-lipped kiss to his head, watching with amazement as his dick continues to fill out, growing towards my lips like a flower stretches to the sun.

I love teasing him but there’s a point when my desire to taste him overtakes my desire to torture him and that moment has come. I lean closer, inhaling his musk, mixed with his light, citrusy scent—it’s an aphrodisiac—and I gently slip my lips around him, gently pressing him deeper, enjoying the slow filling of my mouth as I slip down, then retreat before pressing forward even more on the second stroke, his hands drifting down into my hair to press my face further on to his aching member.

“It’s been a lacklustre first half…” the pundit on the TV drones, “neither team has taken dominance, they’ve both sucked in equal measures.”

My cheeks crinkle in a smile as I build up the pace around his cock, ‘til his fingers grip my hair and pull my head back, making me wince.

“What are you smiling at?” he pants, his cock still temptingly close to my lips.

“The pundit. He’s talking like the match is a fuck,” I explain. He thinks for a minute, then smiles.

“Oh, I see. Well, if we’re sucking in equal measures, I guess it’s my turn.”

Pick up Reluctant Romance: Guys and girls now from All Romance Ebooks, and and if you want a real treat pick up it’s mate Reluctant Romance:Guys and Guys for lots of hot, gay male action!

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