ChildsPrey 4: Secret Moon

Anne Cain & Barbara Sheridan

On the biggest night of his career, Japanese glam rocker Miji Makana drops his mic to the stage floor and disappears from the public eye. No one knows what happened, not even his friends or former bandmates, now part of the rival ...
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On the biggest night of his career, Japanese glam rocker Miji Makana drops his mic to the stage floor and disappears from the public eye. No one knows what happened, not even his friends or former bandmates, now part of the rival rock band, ChildsPrey.

After working behind the scenes as an assistant editor for too long, Yutaka Kaneshiro finally gets his big break. He's given a potentially lucrative assignment to write an expose on the world-famous rockers of ChildsPrey, one of which happens to be his stepbrother. But once he arrives in Tokyo and starts his research, he's drawn to the mystery surrounding Miji Makana. Where did the rocker go? Was he involved with the mob? Is he running from tax collectors? Did he have a sex change?

The rumors are wild, but nothing surprises Yuta more than the truth: the down-to-earth fry cook Yutaka is falling head over heels for is really the glam rocker in disguise?

When a series of hot sex tapes ignites a scandal that quickly skyrockets out of control, truth is separated from fiction and love is brought to light under a secret moon.

  • Note:This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, exhibitionism, homoerotic sex (m/m), masturbation, menage ( m/m/f, m/m/m), voyeurism.
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Narrowing his eyes, Yuta stood, his hands balling into fists. “So you think all I want to do is use you?”

“You just admitted as much.”

“And I thought Toruhiko was wrong about you being a selfish bastard.”

“I’m crushed.”

Cursing under his breath, Yuta snatched up his bag and started toward the door. He was slipping back into his shoes when Taro grabbed him by the arm.

“Let go of me.” Yuta shot Taro a furious look over his shoulder. “I didn’t come here for this shit.”

“Why else did you bother coming to my apartment?” Taro returned the glare. “Admit it; you just wanted to get some dirt for your exposé.”

Yuta tossed his bag to the floor and twisted around. He grabbed the front of Taro’s shirt and yanked him forward. Instead of slugging the jerk like he’d planned, Yuta clamped his mouth over Taro’s, devouring the man’s lips in a burning kiss.

To his surprise, Taro responded, kissing him back, tangling his fingers in his hair, shoving him back against the wall and pressing his larger, heavier body against Yuta’s slightly smaller frame. The kisses were fierce, almost frightening to Yuta in their intensity, but he continued until they were both out of breath.

Taro rested his forehead against Yuta’s, his breath moist and hot on the younger man’s face. The continued pressure of his body made Yuta’s temperature rise and his cock swell to aching proportions. It was almost as an afterthought that he realized Taro was as aroused as he was.

The pronounced hardness rubbing at his hip caused Yuta’s breath to hitch in his throat. He wrapped his arms around Taro’s waist, bringing their lower bodies together as he shifted his stance. Their cocks touched through the fabric of their clothes and pressed tight, both organs hard enough to shove against the other without giving way.

A moan slipped out of Yuta. He pitched his hips forward, rubbing himself over the front of Taro’s erection. It felt good, his cock throbbing with each thrust as it strained against the zipper of his slacks. Before he knew what he was doing, Yuta’s hands cupped Taro’s rear, kneading the firm muscles in time with the slow rocking motion of his hips.

“I’ll stop if you want me to,” Yuta whispered, voice embarrassingly hoarse. He cursed himself for not having had better self-control in the first place. Even so, his body never stopped grinding against Taro’s. Desire had him on autopilot.

In response, Taro pushed him back against the wall and captured his lips in another scorching kiss. Yuta whimpered into Taro’s mouth as the older man’s large palm slid between them. Strong and agonizingly slow, Taro’s hand stroked down the hard length of Yuta’s erection. The sensation was too much for Yuta to resist, his body screaming for release after having had none for longer than he could remember. On the upward stroke, he came with a violent shudder, cum jetting from his rigid cock as he gave a short cry. Quickly, he turned his head to avoid Taro’s eyes. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Taro whispered, his lips skimming Yuta’s ear before he dropped to his knees on the circular Persian rug.

Another wordless sound of desire came out of Yuta when Taro rubbed against his still-rigid cock. Wetness seeped through the khaki fabric of his slacks, and Yuta sucked in a shuddering breath as Taro pulled down the zipper. His erect penis sprang free, the rounded, flushed head almost plum in color and oozing precum.

Taro blew over the tip, sending a wave of pleasure spiraling through Yuta and leaving him without breath again. “Oh, God,” he moaned when the older man took him gently in his mouth. Using slow, deliberate motions of tongue and jaw, Taro began to lick him clean.

Panting, Yuta leaned back against the wall for support as his knees started to shake. Taro’s tongue flicked across the hard shaft and lapped at the creamy residue of cum along the underside.

“God, you taste good.” Taro’s warm breath blew across the sensitive skin, sending another rush of blood straight to the tip of Yuta’s cock. The organ twitched as Taro slid his lips over the swollen head. “You’re so sensitive,” he murmured.

A groan worked its way out of Yuta from deep within his chest. “It’s been a very, very long time.” He whimpered, echoing Taro’s sentiments from earlier.

“For us both.” Taro took Yuta into his mouth again.

Gasping as his penis filled the hot, wet depth, Yuta squeezed his eyes shut. The edge of Taro’s teeth slid over the top and underside, the sensation shooting straight up through Yuta’s body in a burst of pleasure. His back arched away from the wall and he rested both hands on the back of Taro’s head.

Dangerously close to fucking Taro’s mouth, Yuta hunched forward. “You’re going to make me come again.” He meant it as a warning, but from the tone of his voice it sounded more like a plea.

Taro pulled slowly back, his lips and tongue stroking the sensitive flesh the entire way. Yuta straightened a bit and gazed down to watch the older man lick his full lips then give him an almost superior smile.

“Anticipation is the best part, Yuta-kun.” With that, he stood and strolled over to pick up the wine bottle and glasses, then headed back toward the bedroom.

Yuta sank back against the wall. This was not what he’d planned. All he’d wanted to do was talk to Taro, to find out why he’d thrown his career away. This was a complication he didn’t want or need.

And God help him, it was a temptation he couldn’t resist.

“What am I doing?” he asked himself with a moan. Below his abdomen, his pink, erect cock showed no sign of softening. Not after Taro’s achingly slow and well-practiced tongue bath had almost brought him to the brink again.

Pushing off the wall, Yuta tugged down his pants. The clothing was drenched in semen, and the heated blush that spread across Yuta’s face traveled all the way down to his sex. “Shit,” he swore softly, his inexperience splattered all over his pants. But to feel that mouth wrapped around his cock again, or anywhere else for that matter…

Copyright © Anne Cain & Barbara Sheridan

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Not my usual style, but still great! Review by Francheska
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The last book by Barbara Sheridan and Anne Cain, fourth in te ChildsPrey series on the Japanese rock world is... HOT. Take the fan near you cause this one has a lot of sex and very arousing. The devirgination of Yuta is an hell of a scene, I read it in train forgetting all the people around me... (I can't image my face... what the other have thought I was reading?).

Yuta is the stepbrother of Toru, one of the members of ChildsPrey (his story was told in Orange Moon). He has lived in New York for most of his life and is not in very kind relationship with Toru, but when his publisher asks him to write a backstage story on ChildsPrey band members, he thins to use it as a way to gain success. But more than this story he is fascinated by Miji Makana, the musician who is disappeared three year before. In Japan Yuta sets himself to find Miji, and in the end he discovers him under the guise of Taro, the real name of Miji, and living in the old hometown.

Yuta is not really a fan of japanese rock or rock star and he is not even gay, but his attraction for Taro is not only a way to gain a story. But Yuta has no problem to live this new experience: his real life is not an exiciting one, but he doesn't search the glamour of the rock star life, I see him like a lone guy who finally has found someone to share his life. And his readiness to share this feeling is pretty naive. Taro instead is experienced and burnt by life. He has estranged himself from his previous life for the same reason Yuta cares for him: he was alone. But he loves his music and after three year far from his world he is ready to return. And maybe Yuta, with his naivete and eagerness for love, is the answer to his problem.

The story is pretty simple and with no much drama, but what I have found really enthralling and well written are the sex scenes. Reading the previous installments of the series, I have the feeling to read a young adult magazine, glossy, glamour and gossip, but somewhat "innocent" (don't take me wrong, I like them). Instead Secret Moon is sexier and adult.
(Posted on 5/27/2013)

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