Today I'm pleased to introduce a friend and one of my favourite authors. Josephine Myles is here to celebrate her latest release, Custom Fit (book 2 in the Tailor Made series), and is sharing an exclusive excerpt.
Thanks for inviting me, Lillian! As you know, you are in many ways responsible for this book ever seeing the light of day. It was your enthusiasm to know more of Felix and Andrew’s story that encouraged me to turn all those ideas into a sequel… even if it did take me a long time to get around to it!
I was so pleased when you chose this rather saucy excerpt to share as it’s one of my favourite scenes too. I wrote it in the depths of winter, dreaming of it being hot enough to enjoy the feel of a spray mister on bare skin. I often write summer scenes in the winter and vice versa. If I ever wanted to write something set in Antarctica I’d probably have to head to the tropics to cope with imagining all that cold!
Anyway, read on to find out how Felix and Andrew cope with the heat in the bedroom of their new attic flat…
Kissing Andrew was the best thing on earth.
Well, maybe the second best, after Andrew fucking him. Or maybe the third, because kissing while they were fucking was even more incredible.
Yeah, Felix had to get both their clothes off, this instant!
He clawed at Andrew’s T-shirt, pushing it up, only breaking the kiss long enough to get it over his head.
Something was wrong, but Felix was buggered if he could put his finger on what it was.
Actually, that was precisely the problem. Andrew wouldn’t let him get even a fingertip near his holy-of-holies. And it was such a pretty hole too.
Softly, softly, catchee monkey and all. Felix would just have to exercise restraint. Actually, that gave him an idea. “Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he murmured, as he unzipped Andrew’s shorts.
“It’s too hot in there.”
“Nah, it’s just hot enough. And besides, there’s something I want to try that’s only going to work on the bed.”
Andrew narrowed his eyes, so Felix licked his lips, fluttered his eyelashes and put on his best come-hither pout. “Come on, big boy. I’ll make it worth your while.”
The flirty tactics worked their magic—Andrew was always a sucker for them—and Felix led the way through.
“Bloody hell, it’s like an oven in here!” Felix glared at the sun streaming in through the open window. The sun glared back like the unrelenting bastard it was.
“Told you. It’s too hot for sex.”
“No such thing. Despite what Ella says.” Felix started humming Too Darn Hot as he stripped naked. “Come on, get your kit off. You’re wearing way too much. How come you’ve got socks on in this weather?”
“Protects my feet from my work shoes rubbing against them. We can’t all work in sandals, you know. I wish we could afford air conditioning,” Andrew grumbled, sitting down to take off his socks.
“Air conditioning, schmair conditioning. We’ve got a water spray.” Felix picked up the plant mister and aimed it at Andrew’s face. “Stick ’em up, cowboy.”
Andrew grinned and stuck his two middle fingers up, so Felix doused his naked body in a good dose of spray. It was on the fine mist setting though, so it didn’t have quite the impact Felix had hoped for. But Andrew seemed to enjoy it, sighing and lying back on the bed with a contented smile.
“Yeah, that’s better. Give me some more.”
Felix misted Andrew’s chest, paying special attention to his nipples. They pebbled up and he flicked one of them.
Andrew moaned, but he sounded way too sleepy for Felix’s liking, and he’d closed his eyes. Time to take the spray somewhere more… motivating.
Down between his legs, for instance.
Andrew was lying in the perfect position, legs spread wide, and Felix aimed the mister right against his balls, up close. He also twirled the nozzle to give a jet rather than the gentle mist.
“Jesus Christ!” Andrew jerked up to sitting, clamping his hands over his balls. “You could have given me some warning.”
“Now where’s the fun in that?”
“Give me that.” Andrew wrestled the mister out of Felix’s hands and proceeded to squirt him in the face.
Felix spluttered. “Oi! That’s so not sexy.”
“Aha, so it’s sexy you want, is it?”
The next spray ended up hitting Felix square on his dick, which was surprisingly erotic once he’d got over the shock of it. “Ooh, do it again!”
Andrew looked all kinds of wicked as he squeezed the trigger, raining water down Felix’s treasure trail and onto his stiffening cock.
Felix reached out with wet hands and pushed Andrew’s hair back. It stuck up at a jaunty angle. Maybe he could style it into horns to complete the devilish look…
“Whoa!” Felix exclaimed, as his love pushed him down onto the bed. “Ooh, caveman style. You gonna get all primitive on my arse, big boy?”
“Shut up, wench.”
“I’m not sure wenches were around in those days. I always think of that as more of a medieval thing.”
“Got that off the telly, did you?” Andrew said, grinning. He kissed Felix thoroughly, which was a bit of an underhand tactic. Having something in his mouth was generally about the only way Felix stopped talking during sex. He just couldn’t help himself. There was so much fun to be had, teasing Andrew.
The minute Andrew pulled back for air, Felix took his chance. “Could you get a couple of ties out of the wardrobe?”
Readers, what’s your favourite way to cool down on a hot day?
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Felix and Andrew are back, in the long-awaited sequel to Tailor Made!
Felix McAvoy is having an identity crisis. No longer the bad boy of art college, he’s now employed as a human billboard, roaming the centre of Bath dressed as a Roman soldier while attempting to fight off his nicotine cravings. It’s a comedown for the former conceptual artist, although there are compensations to the costume. The skirt, for one…
While Felix hasn’t made a secret of his desire to wear women’s clothing, he’s never dared try it until now. He’s always been worried once he goes down that road, he won’t want to come back, and the prospect of cross-dressing 24/7 terrifies him. Of course, he can’t tell that to Andrew, who’s now busy making Felix a slutty red dress.
Andrew Wheeler loves coming home to Felix and their cosy city centre flat. He just wishes Felix would let him know what’s bothering him. And maybe then, Andrew could confide what he really wants. Felix might not see him as anything other than a top, but Andrew’s yearning to switch things up.
Living together is one thing. Actually plucking up the courage to talk about their secret desires is going to be a whole other—and excruciatingly embarrassing—kettle of fish.
Jo’s novel Stuff won the 2014 Rainbow Award for Best Bisexual Romance, and her novella Merry Gentlemen won the 2014 Rainbow Award for Best Gay Romantic Comedy. She loves to be busy, and is currently having fun trying to work out how she is going to fit in her love of writing, dressmaking and attending cabaret shows in fabulous clothing around the demands of a preteen with special needs and an incessantly curious toddler.
Website and blog: josephinemyles.com/