Hello, darlings! Let’s get over Hump Day with a teaser from Book Three of my Olympic Cove series, Deep Water. After almost 50K, Poseidon and Griffin FINALLY had sex. I was starting to wonder if I should force feed these two Viagra and lock them in a room together. Sheesh.

Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!

Poseidon swung his feet onto the bed and stretched out, looking at him with that same faint smile. “Shall we pick up where we left off last night?” he said cheerfully. “I believe we were making out like teenagers?”

Griffin laughed gently at the god’s deliberate attempt to lighten the mood. “Come here, you gob.”

Poseidon rolled into his arms and started kissing him. It was just as good, if not better, than the previous night, and Griffin luxuriated in the feeling of the god’s body against his own.

As it turned out, underwater foreplay sans breathing equipment lent some very interesting physical properties to the process. Every time they turned or shifted it would lift them up a bit, causing them to float just over the surface of the bed before settling back down to it.
It was, in a word, insanely fun, and Griffin found himself giggling when Poseidon deliberately spun him along the long axis of his body to get access to the nape of his neck. “That tickles!” he chortled.

“It won’t in a minute,” the god mumbled, nibbling at his skin with delicate little bites. One arm slithered around Griffin’s waist, pulling him flush against Poseidon’s body. His arse came in contact with something long and warm. Feeling evil and remembering what his first wife used to do in the same position, he deliberately wriggled against it.

Poseidon moaned against his skin. “Wretch.”

“That’s me.” Griffin ground back against Poseidon’s groin again experimentally. It was more than a little weird to feel another stiff cock prodding him, especially knowing where it would eventually go, but he was surprised to find it was also kind of hot. He’d always enjoyed getting his partners excited. Just because his partner was now male didn’t change that, apparently.

Poseidon draped his arm around Griffin’s waist. A warm hand came to rest over his groin, gently stroking covered flesh that was, unfortunately, quite flaccid.

Griffin sighed. “It’s not you. It’s the chemo.”

“I know. Does it hurt when I touch you?”

“No. Feels nice. I just can’t get hard.”

The god nodded. “May I try something?”

“If you mean oral, that doesn’t work, either.” Griffin winced at the memory of the pretty escort he’d hired once the docs had cleared him for sex, and her diligent attempts to wake up his limp cock. She had been kind but relieved when he finally told her to stop, which was almost worse than the impotence.

“I didn’t, although I do plan on doing it later.” Poseidon’s breath was a warm brush against the back of his neck and Griffin shivered at it. “I have something else in mind.”

“Like what?”

In response the god’s hand went to the waist band of his bathing trunks and slid underneath. Griffin groaned softly as Poseidon’s hand closed around him. Just once, please, let me get hard again.

His body didn’t listen, but he forgot about that as a gentle tingle played along the surface of his cock. It spread out from Poseidon’s fingers, teasing the soft skin and pouring down in a trickle over Griffin’s balls. He tilted his head back against Poseidon’s shoulder, pushing into the warm, vibrating grip. “Oh, that’s good. Don’t stop,” he breathed.

“I won’t.” Poseidon continued playing with Griffin’s cock and balls and coating them with that wonderful tingling sensation. His hips kept thrusting into the god’s hand as the tingle grew, trying to scratch an itch that wasn’t an itch but a delicious hum.

Then Poseidon started kissing his ear, nibbling at the lobe and licking along the upper shell before taking that section into his mouth and sucking gently. Griffin’s eyes squeezed closed as the familiar rising note built in his aching balls, threatening to overflow. But it couldn’t, he knew it couldn’t, and he tried to wriggle away to get breathing room.

Poseidon immediately stopped. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just, you’re getting me hot and I can’t come.” He heard the little whine in his voice and hated it. “Sorry. Just give me a little space, yeah?”

Poseidon’s hand slowed down, but didn’t stop. “Do you trust me?” he asked quietly.

Griffin writhed against him. “I’m trying to, I swear.”

Then let me bring you pleasure, beloved. Let go and trust me.”

God, he wanted to come so badly. “Do it. Please.”

Poseidon started caressing him again and the tingling sped up, turning into a vibration that sank through his flesh into his bones. He cried out, twisting in the god’s arms as the vibration rose, higher, higher, so close—

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