reviews_and_ramblings | Excerpt Day: Trapped by D.J. Manly

Trapped by D.J. Manly
Release Date: June 14, 2009
Publisher: eXtasy Books
ISBN: 978-1-55487-311-1
Publisher Link: http://www.extasybooks.net/ebjmsite/index.php?page=shop.product_details&category_id=8&flypage=ebook_flypage&product_id=5831&option=com_virtuemart&Itemid=44

Amazon Kindle: Trapped

Blurb: Giovanni is no hit man, but he’s going to have to be if he is going to be able to face his father again. The son of a powerful mobster, his father has determined that its now time for him to take his place in the family. Giovanni is prepared to kill the son of a rival mobster from a room across from his hotel. But what he sees distracts him, and rather than pull the trigger, he finds himself indulging in personal fantasies, fantasies he dares not have. Amador runs his family’s construction company. Vega Construction is legit and it’s about the only business that is. He has done his best to avoid being dragged into his father’s criminal activities and done his best to hide his secret sexual desires. He is not thrilled to find himself on the Biachi hit list or to discover that the man sent to kill him now knows his secret. Giovanni and Amador will have no choice but to come together in an explosive way, both in the bedroom and out, as they desperately try to find a way out of the trap they find themselves ensnared in. Is there a way out, and if there is, will it be together?

Excerpt:

It was too fast and not enough. That was all Giovanni could think about when they sat out on the terrace later that day eating. It wasn´t helped by the fact that the humidity caused Amador to walk around with nothing on but a tight white bathing suit his aunt had found lying among some of his old clothes in a trunk. It left little to the imagination. And Amador took frequent dips in the pool, which meant he was often wet.

"We need to get you some clothes," Giovanni said in desperation later that day. "I thought you said we´d-"

"It´s too hot to shop," he complained, lying out in one of the lounge chairs while some of the servants brought him endless glasses of lemonade. "You must be hot in those pants. I´ll ask my aunt if she can find you-"

"No." The last thing he needed was to walk around sprouting his perpetual hard on. Finally he did lean down beside his ear and whisper, "God, I´m so horny. Do something."

Amador looked up at him with a smile. "What would you like me to do?"

"Don´t tease. You know what I want you to do. You´re too god damned good looking and sexy for your own good. I´m dying here. It might help if you put some clothes on."

He laughed. "Relax."

"You relax, stud. Don´t forget I know now what you´re capable of."

"Too hot to fuck."

"You´re too hot, but not to fuck. Please, Amador." His hand came down on his shoulder. He caressed it for a few minutes, then moved it over one of his pectorals. He brushed the nipple with his thumb a few times, watching the change. "God, you´re so sexy." He licked his lip.

Amador looked around. He grinned. "You´re a bad boy."

"Um, I´d like to be. I´d like to ride your cock. I want to ride it so bad right now."

There was a noticeable change in Amador´s trunks.

"You´re driving these poor servant girls mad, not to mention me. Please, baby."

* * * *

Amador glanced around him again. They couldn´t do anything here, too risky. There were guards below them and servants all over the place, but damn it was tempting, just enough danger to make him horny as hell. The look in Giovanni´s eyes was that of pure lust, need, and it was turning him on big time. "The attic," he said.

"Lead on," Giovanni croaked, taking the lube out of his pocket and the condoms and shoving them at him.

Amador shook his head. The guy came prepared, he couldn´t deny him that. He led the way, Giovanni at his back, his hands already moving inside his trunks, squeezing his gluts. He walked quietly into the house, slapping Giovanni´s hand away as they went up the stairs, then headed for the attic. "We have to be quiet," Amador told him as he climbed the stairs. "And stop that."

"You´ll have to gag me," Giovanni moaned, closing the attic door and immediately pressing Amador against the wall. "Off with these damn shorts. They´re driving me fucking insane."

"You are crazy." Amador laughed, but it was cut short by Giovanni´s hot mouth on his. Amador put his hands in his hair as Giovanni ran his hands over his body, moaning like a man gone wild. "Shush," he said. "Gio, they´ll hear us."

"Get the gag," he said, standing back. "Fuck me, use me, oh God, Amad, I´m so hot for you. I´m like a man possessed, and if you hadn´t taken me up here, I would have raped you downstairs. Now, gag me and fuck me," he breathed.

Amador gave him a push. "Whatever you want." Giovanni reached out and held him for a minute, turning him around and telling him to look in the full length mirror, which languished in the corner of the attic. "Gag me with those trunks. They smell like you."

"You´re nuts," Amador laughed.

"Am I? Look at you," he urged. "Look how beautiful you are. How could I have ever even thought of hurting a hair on your head?"

Amador caressed Giovanni´s cheek for a second, smiling at him through the mirror. "Take off your clothes, baby."

Giovanni stripped down quickly.

Amador dragged him back to the mirror. "Look at you. It´s not just me. You have a beautiful cock, Gio, a great ass, it´s an ass made for fucking."

Giovanni moaned against him, kissed him hard. "Then do it, fuck me. You´re a champ. I want you inside of me."

"First though, let´s get you ready." Amador glanced around the attic. He spotted an old wood horse, the type you practise jumping over in gymnastics. Perfect. He took Giovanni by the arm and led him over there. "Lean over it on your belly, ass up."

Giovanni smiled at him. "Oh yeah. I´m going to enjoy this."

Amador smiled, kissing his mouth gently. "Um, me, too. But first, can´t risk you making too much noise. Open your mouth."

Giovanni took a large section of the trunks into his mouth and crawled over the wooden contraption.

Amador ran his hands over his back, his ass, then opened up his cheeks and began to rim him, smiling as he heard the muffled moans coming out of his mouth. Suddenly the moans grew louder and Amador realised that the shorts were on the floor.

"Sorry," Giovanni muttered.

Amador grinned. "Just...keep it down." He began to lube his ass, taking his time, his cock could wait. His soft whimpers were turning him on big time, as was his ass on display like that. He caressed his balls for a minute, dipped a finger into his hole.

Giovanni moaned. "God, yeah...yeah...yeah."