- Book Title: Test Your Metal
- Book Series: standalone
- Author: Suzi Slade
- Publisher: Siren Publishing (July 7, 2015)
- Book Length: 92 pages
- Genre: Alternative Romance, M/M, spanking, HEA
- Reviewed by: Erin
- Rating: 2.5 Star
The story begins at the end, with Ryan reflecting on how happy he is with his boyfriend Brad. Chapter two begins their story. I am not a big fan of this kind of storytelling, getting the end at the beginning. The rest of the story loses a bit because there is no discovery.
Ryan and his best friend Nicole love the band Time of Death. When the American band actually has a few dates in England, they can’t wait for the show. Pushing their way to the front, Ryan catches the eye of the lead singer Brad. And so begins their relationship.
It was hard to really connect to the characters for me because there was very little dialogue. It was a short-ish story, about 100 pages, but it spans a year. So there was a lot of explanatory text, but without the dialogue, what each character was thinking or feeling was just not there. The one exception was the best friend Nicole. I really liked her and her relationship with Ryan.
There is a lot of sex in this book and it is pretty hot. The author does not lack words in her sex scenes! Some of them were fan worthy.
The end brings us back to the beginning so it isn’t a spoiler at all to say that they get a happily ever after.
Besides the disconnect with the characters and the lack of dialogue, I just needed more. With a good edit and a lot of dialogue and more in depth characterizations, it could be a much better story.
Ever dreamed of meeting a rock star?Ryan Elliott did too, one day, it became a reality. Attending a long awaited UK concert, Ryan, sweet and intelligent, has a “near kiss experience” with the hunky frontman of his favourite band when he jumps into the crowd. A chance meeting in a bar after the gig leaves Ryan with a hang-over and a mobile number. Bradley May is the sexy lead singer of metal band Time of Death. Wanted by men and women, he can have anyone; the only problem is he’s yet to come out to his friends and family, let alone the arbitrary public. Meeting again, the two hook up for a steamy night of passion leading to a whirlwind romance. Soon the American band is required to return home and Brad asks his new boyfriend to go with him. Can Ryan really agree to move to New Jersey and begin a new life with his beau?
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I gasped audibly when his hot wet tongue lapped at my helmet. Now that I was unaccustomed to. Running my fingers through his silken locks, I tried to breathe evenly as the new pleasure overloaded my senses. After a few swirls around the end that was pointing at him, he slid his tongue up and down my rod of hard flesh, only stopping and returning to the end when his nose touched the dark curling hair around the base of my sex. Then he sucked the round head into his mouth and glided along the length, taking my full length into the steaming hot cavern. Shivers ran down my spine as he pumped his neck back and forth, hollowing his cheeks as he did so. I took fists full of his long hair and fucked his face in a fashion I’d only witnessed in pornos.
“Oh fuck…” I muttered to the ceiling.
Knowing it would all be over too soon if he didn’t slow down, I placed my hands on his bulging shoulders and gently pushed him away. Immediately, I felt bereft as my substantial erection left his throat with a disconcerting slurping sound. His wide dark eyes glistened in the low light as he peered up at me from his lower position. He was the most exquisite human being I’d ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes (and other body parts) on. Somehow, even though he was more than occupied, he’d manage to remove his own trainers without my noticing. I had an idea. Untying my headband, I held it up before him, twisting the material around my fingers teasingly. Hunger flashed in his eyes before I covered them with the patterned strip, knotting it at the back of his head.
The muscular guy lent back on his elbows, his solid abs rippling as he hitched his hips slightly off the bed so I could wrench his PVC trousers down. Excitement buzzed through me when his lengthy dick jumped free. I was surprised, but not unpleasantly so, to see he was completely hairless, but my suspicions of him not wearing any pants were confirmed. I ran my hands up his tensed thighs, pinning him down with my body weight. I straddled his narrow hips relishing the feeling of his body warmth between my legs. Our engorged cocks slid deliciously against one another as I hunched forwards and pulled him into a wet kiss. Taking his thick phallus in my fist I began to pump and did the same to my own with my free hand. His was a little larger than my own and more pink.
“Ryan…” he breathed. “Oh God, Ryan, fuck me.”
I reached over to the small cabinet at the side of the bed and grabbed at a small bottle of lube and a condom (he’d mentioned he always kept “emergency supplies” when we were chatting in the club previously). I ripped the gold wrapper in half, his head jerked, clearly recognising the sound. I slid the clear rubber cover over my cock and squirted some of the cold slime into my palm. I ran it up and down my aching erection. Spreading his tattooed thighs, I poured more lube onto my first two fingers. Rubbing one gently around his ring, he whimpered a little and flung his head back as I pushed my index finger in up to the knuckle and pulled it back out, I repeated, each time probing a little deeper inside of the American. Adding a second finger, I felt him tense considerably.
“Relax…” I whispered to him, massaging his tight but weighty balls. They were so smooth.
Jabbing my digits slowly in, I began a scissoring motion to help his entrance open a little. All the while he moaned, writhed around in the fresh floral sheets calling my name. Hoisting his knees up, I dragged Brad down the bed so his arse was hanging off the end, I positioned myself between them and aimed my dick at his puckered anus. I drove into him with one easy movement and waited a second whilst he adjusted to having my length inside of him. He was so tight I thought I might shoot my load right there and then. His entire naked body glimmered with a fine sheen of sweat.
“Shit! Ryan,” he called, digging his fingers into my hips enough that I knew it would leave a mark. I didn’t care.
I began a steady in and out motion, gathering pace, egged on by the erotic sounds that were coming from my partner. He gripped tightly to his own neglected cock and jerked it in time with my movements.