Fucking the Big Bad Wolf (Gay Erotic Fairy Tales #1)

Richard tried to ignore the feel of Brad’s body heat and focus on the movie instead, but he found his concentration fraying when Brad’s head dropped onto his shoulder. He tried unsuccessfully to stifle the gasp when Brad rubbed his face against his shoulder.

He tried to wake the other man, only to end up with Brad turning and plastering over his left side. His breathing sped up in anticipation when Brad began to nuzzle at his neck. He felt Brad’s limp hand brushing against his groin.

Oh. God.

Richard couldn’t quite believe what was happening—it was all too surreal. Brad must have confused him with someone else in his sleep.

He swallowed, eyes fluttering shut as he willed his hardening erection to go down.

And then Brad’s hand turned, palming the bulge in Richard’s jeans. Richard couldn’t stop the gasp and the small moan from escaping his lips.

Oh. Dear. God.

This can’t be happening, Richard thought as his body stiffened at the contact, but he didn’t want it to stop. It felt too good—better than he could imagine in his fantasies. There he was, sitting next to Brad Davis while the other man touched him…

He couldn’t. He had to stop Brad, to wake him up before he embarrassed himself in front of him.

“Brad?” He tried calling out to the sleeping man, his voice trembling. Richard sighed when Brad nuzzled at his neck again then grunted at the gentle squeeze of his hard cock. He tried again, louder this time. “Brad!”

“Hmm?” The other man woke with a questioning hum before looking up at Richard. “Hey…”

“Could you…”

“Yes?”

Another squeeze at his cock made Richard stumble over the rest of his sentence. “…Your hand…”

“Are you sure you want me to take it away though? It seems like you’re enjoying it…quite a bit?”