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Broken Boundaries
An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
Broken Boundaries
ISBN 9781419917950
Broken Boundaries Copyright © 2009 Evangeline Anderson
Edited by Shannon Combs.
Photography and cover art by Les Byerley.
Electronic book Publication March 2009
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Evangeline Anderson
Evangeline Anderson
Large warm hands touched him, caressed his back, stroked his sides and eased him
onto his stomach. Large hands. Warm hands. Masculine hands.
Chaz felt a surge of fear mixed with desire as those hands coaxed his legs apart. He
didn’t want to do this, he told himself. Didn’t want to go this far. But he felt powerless
to stop the other man, the man who was touching him, stroking him. And despite his
fear he could feel his cock pulsing against the mattress under him, pulsing in time with
his heart in a rhythm of pure desire.
“You want this.” The man who was touching him spoke at last. “You want this,
Chaz, don’t try to deny it. You want me in you. Fucking you.”
“No,” Chaz denied it in a voice that cracked uncertainly. “No, I-I don’t like other
guys that way. I’m serious, man—get off me.” But even as he was protesting he could
feel the hands moving around the sides of his body. He lifted his hips eagerly, making
room between his pelvis and the mattress so that the other man could touch him, hold
his throbbing cock in a firm, masculine grip. He groaned softly into his pillow as the
man began to stroke him from root to tip, using a slow, deliberate rhythm that told
Chaz he knew exactly what he was doing and wasn’t planning to stop anytime soon.
“Admit it.” The man’s voice was deep and somehow familiar. “Admit what you
want. What you need. Tell me you want me to fuck you, Chaz.”
“No!” Chaz struggled briefly but the man only tightened his grip on Chaz’s shaft
and used the momentum to spread his thighs wider. Chaz gasped when he felt a hard,
warm chest settle against his back and another hand beginning to spread the vulnerable
cheeks of his ass.
“Yes,” the voice whispered in his ear. “This is what you need, even if you won’t
admit it. A thick cock in your sweet virgin ass. You need a man in you—topping you,
owning you. You need this, Chaz.”
“Please…” There were tears pricking behind Chaz’s eyelids and he struggled to
hold them back. But even as the hot shame broke over him, his cock in the man’s warm
palm still wouldn’t go down. He felt the man shift on top of him and then a blunt, moist
probe pressed against the entrance to his body. The other man’s cock, he realized with a
shock. It was poised to penetrate him at any moment. In fact, he could feel the broad,
plum-shaped head sliding into him even now, breaching his defenses, stretching his
narrow opening with its thickness.
“Just relax,” the deep voice ordered.
“God, please no…no!” he begged as the man continued the slow, inevitable thrust
into Chaz’s body. “Please, I don’t want to…don’t want this. Get off me!”
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“If you don’t want it then why are you still hard? If you don’t want it then why are
you opening up for me so easily?” the deep voice demanded in his ear. And to Chaz’s
horror, the man was right. He could feel his cock throbbing harder than ever and
despite the stretching pain of entry, he could feel himself yielding to the thick invader,
relaxing enough to let the other man into his body, trying to be open enough to
accommodate the other man’s cock as it drove deep inside him. He could feel the other
man’s hips flush with his buttocks now and knew he was all the way inside, filling
Chaz completely. Owning him as he had promised.
“I’m not like this,” he whispered, feeling the hot, salty tears spill into his pillow,
even as the cum begin to spill out of his cock in hard, short bursts.
“Yes, you are. And the sooner you accept it, the better,” the deep, familiar voice told
him. “So just relax and let me fuck you.”
“No, no…please—”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“Wake up,” a deep voice ordered. The same voice that had been in his dream? Chaz
wasn’t sure.
“Wha…?” He looked around the darkened room blearily, uncertain of where he
“It’s just a bad dream,” the voice told him softly. “Don’t worry, Brighton. You
haven’t been fucked. Yet.”
“Haven’t been—?” Chaz woke up completely with a start, his heart pounding, his
cock painfully hard between his thighs. God, what was that dream? The one he kept
having—the one that wouldn’t leave him alone? He rolled over restlessly and touched
the hard, warm, masculine back of the man beside him by accident. Part of him wanted
to stay there, wanted to share the warmth and companionship of the man in his bed but
he knew it was wrong, sick to want those things. Reluctantly, he rolled away, trying to
put space between them, trying to forget the demanding heat between his thighs as his
cock ached for the contact he denied it.
I’m not that way, he told himself, trying to make himself believe it. Not that way. Not
that way.
After a while he drifted off to sleep again, remembering where this had all begun a
little more than three weeks before…
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