Ellis sort of grins. “You’re flattering an old man’s self-esteem. That doesn’t change that you’re both in massive trouble. Upstairs. Now. You need to get the smoke smell off yourselves. Quinn’s in the shower first, then Amory, and I’m sitting in the bathroom and watching so no one decides to sneak and get themselves off.”
Aw, fuck. They are in so much trouble.
Quinn showers chastely and hops out. Ellis doesn’t offer to dry him off.
Amory hops in while Quinn messes with his hair. Quinn can’t help but harden at the sight of his cock.
“You like that?” Ellis, damn him, never misses anything. “You just wait to see if you get it or not. I’m leaning to not, you brat.”
Ellis waits until they both dry off. “Ten for each of you. And I’ve been looking forward to you coming home, so if you misbehave more than twice, I’ll spank you three times. Or more. I don’t care. Ankles.”
“You’ll just make me hard.” Amory grins.
“And you see if you get a damn thing. I haven’t decided. Ankles.”
“Aw, fuck me.”
“And yet, it’s likely no one will. Ankles. And eleven for language.”
Daddy spanks them in tandem, one then the other, open-palmed, hard enough that Quinn has to catch himself on the floor a few times. Ow, but he won’t be sitting comfortably tomorrow. Amory gets an extra. They hurt and the spreading tingle goes straight to his cock and hardens it. By the end Quinn’s dripping.
“Stand up, you two.”
Amory’s smirking with a big, stiff cock and a head coated in pearly precum. Oh god Quinn wants to lick it off.
“You,” Daddy points at Amory, “were the worst.”
“He wasn’t though. He was better. He took the blame so I didn’t have to.”
“But he took it. So he’s going to watch. Open yourself up, pretty boy. No one’s helping you today.” Oh god, Daddy is pissed. Amory retrieves the lube and slips his own fingers into his ass; he probably knows what’s about to happen. Daddy hands him a plug. Amory slips it inside himself and groans with pleasure. If Quinn touches himself staring at that big, stiff cock, he’ll get spanked again. Daddy holds the restraints, oh fuck. Amory gets the worst kind: the collar, the wrist cuffs, and the ankle cuffs. Daddy puts a pillow down and tells him to kneel, then connects his ankles to his wrists and his wrists to his neck. Amory can’t move. His cock juts out.
“Baby Q, I know you’re a little slut for that hard cock. Lick it off.”
Quinn drops to his hands and knees and tongues all the precum from Amory’s head, so much of it. He sucks at his slit for more. Daddy spanks him suddenly and Quinn jumps.
“Did I tell you to suck him?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Then don’t suck him. Stand up and let Amory lick you off.”
Oh god, the torture. Amory’s tongue works his head, slow and soft and gentle, all the while his big brown eyes staring up into Quinn’s.
“I saw that cute little hole when you got on all fours to lick Amory. Amory, I’ll let you up if you get him ready for me. Baby Q, you lick me while he does it. Amory, if you touch your cock, you’re tied again.”
Daddy unclips Amory, takes his cock from his jeans and stands. Quinn kneels on the edge of the bed and licks his head. He flicks his eyes up, waiting for more specific directions, when a hot tongue licks his ass hard. Quinn groans. Amory circles him, licks hard, circles him again, and keeps it up until Quinn begins to open. There’s the cool lube on him, the gentle rubbing.
“He can take it faster than that. And suck me, little one. I want my cock all the way in your pretty mouth. Be a good boy and Daddy’ll give you what you want.”
Quinn’s cock stiffens further. Daddy’s going to fuck him. He slides tight-lipped all the way down, nuzzles into the good smell of Daddy’s cock, then slides back on him. Quinn does it over and over while he arches back to Amory’s fingers and moans on him. Daddy threads his fingers through Quinn’s hair. He smells so good, and Quinn’s lips slide over his long length, bump over his veins. That’s it, sweet boy. Suck Daddy’s cock the way I like it. You love to suck it, I know you do. And look at you, taking it so well. You want fucked, baby boy? You want Daddy to fuck you? You love when Daddy fucks your tight little hole. Tell me yes or no.
Quinn pops off. “Please, Daddy?”
“Turn around. And I wanna give it to you hard. Can I do that?”
“Uh-huh Daddy please. I’m a good boy.”
“Amory can watch. Amory, you can play with your cock but you’d better not come.”
Daddy slips into him slowly. He’s always gentle but Daddy’s big and at first, it never seems like it’ll work; Quinn’s too stretched and too full and oh god, then Daddy’s inside and he hits that perfect spot. Quinn wiggles on him.
“You want it, baby brat.”
“Daddy, please.”
“You need it slow first.”
“Please, daddy.”
Daddy slips in him slowly at first, the lube slippery, but soon he holds Quinn’s hips and fucks him hard. Quinn whimpers and meets him halfway. When he glances over Amory’s staring, his cock in his hand. Daddy’s balls tense up as they hit Quinn’s. Quinn whines and arches up to him. Please daddy, please fuck me hard, look how good I am and how tight I am, see what a good boy I’m being just for you? Daddy suddenly groans, freezes, then thrusts, thrusts, thrusts again, and the hot spurts come, flooding Quinn’s ass. Daddy shudders with it, down to dripping, and carefully slips out.
“Amory?” Daddy sounds stern. “Are you sorry?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Quinn hasn’t gotten off yet. Baby Q, do you want Amory to fuck you now?”
Quinn nods.
Daddy slicks his cock. “Get up on the bed.” Amory points. “You know I want you on your back, oh my fucking god, I want you.” He slides right into Quinn and hits that spot, Quinn’s cock slick between them. Daddy lies beside him and kisses Quinn. Amory whimpers and spreads his legs; Quinn realizes Daddy’s playing with Amory’s ass.
Quinn wiggles under him, Daddy’s tongue in his mouth, kissing him hard. Amory wraps around Quinn and begins fucking him hard. Quinn can’t last, the friction on his cock and Amory hitting the right spot and Daddy nipping his lips, oh god. Amory buries his head in Quinn’s neck. The two of them on him at once overwhelms Quinn, the hard cock pumping in his ass, slipping on Daddy’s come, and he lets go all over his own belly and Amory’s. Amory gasps and shoots come into his ass, over and over, more than Daddy, oh god but it’s hot and Quinn comes longer as Daddy keeps kissing him and Amory keeps coming.
Quinn doesn’t stop until he shakes with it. Amory gently pulls out. Daddy holds him and Amory curls behind. Daddy reaches back and strokes his short hair. “You were good, to take that for your friends, even if I want to strangle you.”
Amory nods.
“You’re a good boy, Amory. I might want to yell at you, but you’re loyal and brave as all hell.”
“Thanks, Daddy.”
“And you.” Daddy kisses him. “Letting your cousins take the rap for you. They know you better than you know yourself. You’d lose it. You couldn’t cope. Delia and Baylor knew it, didn’t they?”
Quinn looks down and nods miserably. Daddy lifts his chin.
“No shame in knowing it. No shame in knowing who you are and knowing your limits. You have anxiety problems, Quinn. You have to know when to step back to help yourself. Your cousins made you do it because they love you. Because let me guess. You fought with them.”
Quinn nods.
“And they said the same thing I’m saying.”
“I hate it.”
“But they love you the way you are. Give yourself the same love you’d give them in the same situation.” Daddy cuddles him. “You love Delia and Baylor like your own breath. You lucky bastard. I never had cousins. You always have someone behind you.”
“Yeah.”
Daddy smiles. “And it’s Christmas. Christmas is a good time to re
member how much you love them.”
Before they all go to sleep (Amory gets middle) Quinn slips downstairs. He sends a text to both Baylor and Delia. Merry Christmas. I love you.
Omg quinn im about to get laid, Delia replies. love u 2 but 4 real
I love you too cousin, Baylor says. Best xmas ever.
Yeah. Best Christmas ever. His friends were amazing, and it would have been great with just them. But his cousins — his cousins made it everything.
He remembers the innocent look on Delia’s face. “Baylor has a tattoo, Grandfather?”
He remembers Baylor announcing, “I am the drunkest person here by at least a bottle of vodka.”
And all the teasing, all the jokes — yeah, they sucked at the time. But neither Delia or even Baylor wanted to hurt him. Baylor’s right. She says stuff and she never, ever means to hurt people. It just comes out wrong and it hurts her terribly when it does. You have to understand that love Baylor. You have to give her space for it and love her anyway.
He remembers Baylor doing that stupid-ass dance. “And they say being gay is a choice.” How the fuck did she still know how to do that?! They were seven.
He remembers Delia high-fiving her. “You shake it, cousin.”
Quinn laughs, and laughs, and laughs.
Yeah, he texts back. Best xmas ever
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Also by Julia McBryant
Julia McBryant’s interconnected series chronicle the lives of a group of well-off, high society young adults in Savannah, Georgia, most of whom have known each other since kindergarten. Their complicated relationships (and unconventional sexcapades) form the meat of the series, along with a careful attention to chronology, character, and prose. More than romantic erotica, they detail a fully realized world of drama, theme, and most of all, memorable characters.
While they can be read in any order, and may be best read by series, chronologically, they take place in the following order: For I Have Sinned, It’s Enough, Like Sunshine, Slow Dance/Hurricane Dreams, I Wish I Were Special/Neon Saturday Night, Beautiful Boys, All the Little Lights, and What Christmas Means/Learning to Love Christmas/Christmas Cousins.
It’s Enough: Wills and Crispin 1
Southern Seduction, #1
#1 Gay Erotica
Crispin and Wills went from best friends to lovers in eleventh grade. Since then, their lives have taken radically different paths: Wills headed off to college at the University of Georgia, and Crispin stayed in Savannah to become a carpenter like his father. When Wills returns home for Christmas break, Crispin’s still madly in love with him, and questions whether his best friend shares the same feelings. Neither Wills nor Crispin knows if their romance has survives the long-distance relationship, and if it can still grow in the stifling anti-gay atmosphere of uppercrust Savannah.
Set in the same staid ballrooms, these three coming-of-age, first-love shorts showcase Julia McBryant’s lyrical prose and memorable characters, alongside a high heat level and an unforgettable setting.
Spin-offs to the Southern Seduction universe include the both the Low Country Lovers and Southern Scandal series.
Like Sunshine: Wills and Crispin 2
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07SD5V7XL
Southern Seduction, #2
#1 Gay Erotica
After their time in Savannah, Wills and Crispin have decided to give it a try for real this time, and Crispin visits his best friend-turned-lover in the liberal college town of Athens, Georgia — four hours from the anti-gay strictures of uppercrust Savannah society. He worries their relationship won’t have changed much from the secretive encounters they shared over Christmas break. But without the homophobia surrounding their repressive upbringings, Crispin and Wills find an entirely different kind of romance.
The two shorts in Like Sunshine show two memorable characters in a sweet, coming-of-age, first-love story with high heat through the lyrical prose of Julia McBryant.
Spin-offs of the Southern Seduction universe include both the Low Country Lovers and Southern Scandal series.
Slow Dance: Wills and Crispin 3
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07T2SZ8CZ
Southern Seduction, #3
Crispin and Wills have been best friends since kindergarten, and became lovers in eleventh grade. It’s taken a year for them to negotiate their relationship through Wills’s first year of college, and now they’ve decided to move in together during the summer after Wills’s freshman year. Four hours away from the homophobia and prejudice of uppercrust Savannah society, neither can wait for three months of new adult freedom — and the freedom to live publicly as a gay couple. But nothing goes as planned, and their romance falters. They worked as boyfriends. Now they’re desperate for their teenage love to turn the corner into the real world.
The novella Slow Dance shows two memorable characters in a sweet, coming-of-age, first-love story with high heat through the lyrical prose of Julia McBryant.
Spin-offs to the Southern Seduction universe include the both the Low Country Lovers and Southern Scandal series.
What Christmas Means: Wills and Crispin 4
https://www.amazon.com/What-Christmas-Means-Southern-Seduction-ebook/dp/B07ZKT7J52
Southern Seduction, #4
Wills and his twin Henry decide to throw a massive, three-day Christmas blowout at their beach house on Tybee. But a Christmas party needs decorations. And cookies. And pie. Wills decides it’s his sworn duty to provide them all — including Santa hats with everyone’s name fabric-painted onto them — and drags Crispin along in his tinsel-strewn wake. But Christmas is more than sticking black Santa in the corner and baking (obscene) sugar cookies. And Wills has to figure that out before his party goes to hell.
Part of the Southern Seduction series, the novella “What Christmas Means” will hook you with the comedy and give you that warm Christmas glow you’re looking for in a holiday tale.
“What Christmas Means” tells story of the same holiday party, from a different perspective, of the one in Low Country Lovers’ “Learning to Love Christmas” and Southern Scandal’s “Christmas Cousins.” The stories can all be read as stand-alones in the context of their series, but differ enough in details to be read together.
Hurricane Dreams: Audie and Calhoun 1
https://www.amazon.com/Hurricane-Dreams-Calhoun-Southern-Seduction-ebook/dp/B07TTK2J8R
Low Country Lovers #1
#1 Bisexual Romance
#1 LGBT 90-Minute Short Reads
#1 LGBT Literary Fiction
“Ms. McBryant beautifully shows the reader how a first, youthful “true” love can grow and reach beyond the mere physical. Wow!” — Gay Book Reviews
Audie Currell, the only son of one of the richest families in Charleston, spent a childhood brutally abused for his sexuality. During his parents’ wine tasting, he runs off into the night with Calhoun Chatterton, and th
e two begin dating in secret. But Audie’s abusive childhood stands in the way of an authentic relationship — as does their families’ homophobia. Two naive teenagers, they have to hide their romance while coping with Audie’s trauma.
An insta-love romance filled with lyrical prose from Julia McBryant, author of I Wish I Were Special and Beautiful Boys, the short story collection Hurricane Dreams is a coming-of-age, first-love story with plenty of hurt/comfort, angst, and high heat.
A spin-off of the Southern Seduction series, the Low Country Lovers, like McBryant’s Southern Scandal series, can be read as a stand-alone.
Neon Saturday Night: Audie and Calhoun 2
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07XM48SW7
Low Country Lovers, #2
Audie and Calhoun have been hiding their clandestine relationship from their parents throughout college. But Audie’s traumatic history of abuse at their hands leaves him with the idea that he has little to offer a committed relationship. Audie feels stuck in an inescapable narrative: he hurts, and Calhoun saves him. He’s tired of always feeling like the drama queen, tired of always playing the traumatized boyfriend. He wants something real to give Calhoun — if only he can figure out what that is. And if only Calhoun will let him.
Another true-love romance filled with lyrical prose from author Julia McBryant, the short story collection Neon Saturday Night uses humor, angst, high heat, and hurt/comfort to draw two young lovers closer together than ever.
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