Turn the Tables by J.M. Snyder
GENRE:
Contemporary, Erotica, RomanceLENGTH: 2,243 words
This story is included in the anthology, Vic and Matt Book I: Origins
BLURB:
Vic shares a very special relationship with his long-time lover, Matt. Like any couple, they have fallen into a set routine and each knows where he stands with the other. But turning the tables now and then is a good way to spice things up again. Especially in the bedroom.
This story was written as a free download for my monthly newsletter, but I know a lot of fans of this series don’t necessarily visit my site on a regular basis. So I’ve decided to make this hot little story available for sale to those who love these guys as much as I do!
In this story, there are no references to Vic’s super powers or the special bond Matt shares with his lover, so if you haven’t read any of my other Vic and Matt stories, you can still enjoy this one.
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EXCERPT:
Heading down the hall to their bedroom, Vic called out again, “Matty?”
His lover’s voice had a touch of playful wickedness to it when he replied, “You’ll find me eventually. You’re running out of places to look.”
“It sounded like a damn club in here with that music,” Vic muttered, relieved. He dropped his shirt to the floor and set to work on his belt buckle. “You had to turn the stereo up so loud?”
The buckle was undone and hanging from the loops, the zipper on his work pants halfway down, when he turned the corner and finally found his lover. Whatever else he might have said dried up in the back of his throat and he swallowed, hard.
Matt lay on their bed, head propped up on both their pillows, naked except for the dark shadows that pooled at his crotch. The lamp on Vic’s side of the bed shed the only light in the room, and it cast a golden glow across Matt’s olive skin, turning it a gloriously dusky shade. Dark hair whorled down his chest and arms and legs. Vic’s fingers ached to delve into the disheveled curls on top of Matt’s head; his tongue wanted to lick down all the hair between Matt’s crown and groin, then bury itself deep into the musk of Matt’s sex.
Slowly the weariness Vic had felt all evening while at work fell away, replaced with a hunger that had nothing to do with the prospect of dinner. “Damn,” he managed. “You better be waiting for me.”
“You better make it worth the wait,” Matt replied.
