Sean
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Showing posts with label bdsm. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bdsm. Show all posts
Thursday, August 15, 2019
Throwback Thursday
About four years ago I started a little series called Iron Eagle Gym. Yesterday the 8th book in the series was released, but the first seven books are available at Amazon and on KU!
Saturday, September 30, 2017
Smutterday - Bound by Thorns
For smutterday today, I'm sharing a smutty excerpt of Bound by Thorns, the third book in the Dragon Soul series from Carina Press, which came out on September 26.
Bound by Thorns
Park ranger Luke Beteferoce likes the quiet of the forest—a place he can be alone. The dragon shifter keeps himself busy maintaining his territory in the park…that is, until he meets ex-soldier Greyson Paulson. Suddenly, Luke finds himself thinking of all sorts of scenarios that involve Greyson. And with the kind of tension he's feeling, hot, sweaty, nonkinky sex is only the beginning.
While he's perfectly fine being left alone, Greyson finds he enjoys the company of the bossy yet tender park ranger. Soon, trying to fight the heat between them is a losing battle: he's ready to give in to the irresistible lust he feels for Luke. Greyson may not be ready to completely submit, but he still can't stop himself from following every command Luke whispers his way.
Luke hasn't felt this kind of connection and satisfaction with anyone ever before, leading him to discover Greyson's marked as his mate. But with Greyson battling his own limitations and lack of experience, it's going to take Luke more than hours-long hot sex to convince Greyson to stay and accept his destiny.
Book three in the Dragon Soul series
buy links:
Book 1 of the series is Branded by Flames.
Book 2 of the series is Seduced by the Tide.
Smutty Excerpt:
Luke didn’t immediately follow him down onto the bed. Instead, Luke stood there and slowly undressed, pulling his clothes off but somehow never losing Greyson’s gaze.
“This is a dream, isn’t it?”
“Not that I know of.” Luke climbed on the bed, straddling his legs and slowly moving up.
“No? Good.” He didn’t want it to be. He wanted this to be real.
Luke put his hands on either side of Greyson’s head and slowly bent to bring their lips together. He exhaled, the connection between them strong enough to make him ache, deep in his bones.
Luke’s nostrils flared, like he was pulling in Greyson’s scent on the air, and he reached for Luke, stroking the lines of his angular jaw.
“I could kiss you for the rest of time,” Luke murmured against his lips before sliding those lips along his newly bared cheek.
Sweet words. And if Luke was right, if they were going to be together for the rest of time, he wished this had happened before he’d gotten hurt.
“I wasn’t joking, Pet. And I should get my wish, too.” Luke kissed him hard. “You are my soul mate, so you will be mine forever. Nobody else has the soul that matches mine.” Luke gave him a quick, hard hug. “Now, making love or more shaving?”
Like he could answer that. Seriously. He grabbed Luke behind the neck, tugging the big guy into a kiss.
Luke rocked against him, cock hard and leaking on his skin, leaving burning hot little lines that left him gasping.
It didn’t matter what part of Luke touched him, he felt it to his bones.
Damn, that was something else. Something he couldn’t quite comprehend.
Luke’s lips left his, moving again along his bare jaw, licking and nibbling, but very quickly moving to tease the skin on his neck, leaving little shivers behind. “Mine,” Luke whispered. “All mine.”
“Shh.” They’d known each other approximately thirty-five seconds, for fuck’s sake.
Luke grinned at him, looking smug as fuck. It was kind of annoying that it was as attractive on Luke as every other look.
He’d never found another man as attractive as he found Luke. It was…undeniable.
Luke licked his way down to Greyson’s right nipple. He breathed on it. Then breathed on it some more. The anticipation made his body tense, made his skin tighten. His nipples hardened as he continued to wait.
When Luke finally pounced, lips wrapping around his nipple, so hot, it felt enormous.
He cried out, the sound shocking him, the pressure making him shudder.
His reaction saw Luke begin to suck, tongue flicking back and forth across the tip of his nipple.
God, were guys even supposed to get off on that? Was that a thing?
Whether it was a thing or not, he totally was.
Then Luke bit and he howled, the sudden sharpness enough that he whimpered and twisted, caught by Luke’s teeth.
Luke grabbed his hips, pulling him in tighter and grinding their hips together as he didn’t let go of Greyson’s flesh.
“Aches.” And he couldn’t seem to breathe around the pressure.
Luke’s teeth closed over his nipple again, just the tip, all the while grinding against him.
Heat poured from him, shocking the hell out of him. Luke rumbled and let go of his nipple, moving down immediately to lap the come from his belly.
He watched, utterly stunned, as Luke lapped up every single drop, tongue dragging along his skin.
When Luke looked up, he smiled. “Mmm, you’re delicious.”
“You…” That had been the hottest thing in history.
Sean
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Thursday, August 3, 2017
Throwback Thursday - Breaking Cover
Breaking Cover was my first book with Resplendence Publishing, and it stars a pair of sexy cops who can't quite let go of their undercover persona. They come back together off the job in an explosive way! I'm glad to have the out of print available once again! Today's excerpt sets the book up, and there will be a smutty excerpt on Saturday.
Home for six months after an undercover assignment at Testing Leather, a BDSM club, Homicide detective Brian Hurley can't shake the memories, or the feelings he developed, for undercover partner Griffin McManus.
Griffin's having his own problems in the aftermath of the job, and he shows up on Brian's doorstep, hoping one last night together will allow him to put it all behind him.
Will reconnecting as themselves help them let go, or will they find everything they need in each other?
Originally released by a different publisher.
Buy links:
Evil Plot Bunny
Amazon
Excerpt:
Griffin's having his own problems in the aftermath of the job, and he shows up on Brian's doorstep, hoping one last night together will allow him to put it all behind him.
Will reconnecting as themselves help them let go, or will they find everything they need in each other?
Originally released by a different publisher.
Buy links:
Evil Plot Bunny
Amazon
Excerpt:
Brian let himself into his bungalow and put his gun and badge in the lockbox in the hall closet. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge and took a long swig before stretching and heading for the couch and the remote.
God, it had been a long day.
He couldn’t seem to be able to get back into the groove since the undercover job at Twisted Leather. Twisted Leather. Jesus. What a stupid fucking name. The place had been…fucking insane. Fucking crazy.
Leather and whips and more fucking sex than was probably healthy.
Of course, it was the drug trade in the back they’d really been after, and they’d shut that shit right down.
It had been the longest six months of his fucking life. Six months of living deep undercover, living in leather and…
Fuck, he had to stop obsessing about it. He wasn’t Nick anymore, damn it.
Brian found some inane comedy on the TV and grabbed the phone. He’d order a pizza, drink a few beers and be fucking normal. He hit two on the speed dial—one was the precinct—and grinned as Gary’s voice came over the phone.
“Officer Hurley! Happy Monday! You want sausage or pepperoni today?”
“Let’s go with both. You got those cream-filled cannoli, too?”
“I do. You glad to be back from your training?” Gary had asked every time Brian had called since he’d come home.
Training. It hadn’t been training… “Yeah, yeah. Back to dead bodies. It’s a real treat.” He might be making light of it, but the truth was that he loved his job.
“You’re a good guy, man. I’ll get your order out.”
“Thanks, Gary. I appreciate it.”
He hung up and started flicking through the channels on TV. Trash, trash, cop show, news, more trash. God. None of this was going to distract him.
The knock came just about the time he was going to throw his remote through the TV screen.
“Perfect timing, man,” he said as he threw open the door.
“Hey, Brian.” Sam. It was fucking Sam. Standing there. No. No, wait. His real name was Griff. Fuck.
Brian just stared, like an idiot, for about ninety seconds.
This was the man he’d been undercover with for six long months. This was the man he’d beaten, tortured, branded. The man who had lived as his.
He finally managed to open his mouth and make something come out. “Griffin.”
“Yeah. I… Hey.”
God, the man looked amazing—whip-lean, sharp, a little strung-out, even though Brian knew he wasn’t.
His cock started to fill and he cleared his throat. “Hey. You wanna come in?”
“Yeah. Yeah, if that’s cool.”
He stepped back, letting Griff in.
The man was in a pair of tissue-thin jeans, and a black t-shirt that clung to every little ripple, showed a hint of the pierced nipples. Brian had done that. Him. Fuck. The man’s hair was regulation—short-short for SWAT, exposing the sharp cheekbones, the bright green eyes.
As the man walked past him, Brian checked out that fucking fine ass. God-damn. Was it any wonder he was having trouble forgetting this?
Griff stood behind the recliner, looking Brian’s house over, eyes quick, curious.
“You want a beer or something?”
“Yeah. No. Yes, please.”
Brian snorted, but he went to the kitchen to get a couple cans. When he got back, Griff was perched on the arm of the chair, lips twisted.
Jesus, Brian wanted to bend the man over and fuck him into the chair.
“You back on regular duty, Detective?” Griff took the beer, popped the top.
“I am. You?”
“Yeah. Lots of training.”
“So you’ve been busy. Back in the deep end, yeah?” He took a swig of his beer, watching every move Griff made.
“Yeah. You know how it is for us. Lots of training, then a mission.”
Mission, not a case. Those SWAT boys were insane. Brian licked his lips. Utterly insane. That didn’t stop his cock from starting to press against its zipper. “So…”
“Yeah.” Griff shot the beer back, throat working. When those eyes met Brian’s, they were fucking burning. “I came to see if you… I mean, shit, man. How did you give it up?”
“How did I give it up?” Shit, he’d been jacking off to the memories ever since.
“Yeah. I can’t…” Griff’s cheeks were bright, bright red. “I can’t fucking get it up, man. I even hired a pro. Nothing’s fucking working.” The beer can was crushed in one hand. “How did you give it up?”
He choked on his own Miller Lite. “You hired a pro?”
“Yeah. It’s been three fucking months since I got off. My balls hurt.”
Brian considered that for a long moment, considered his own fantasy material over the last six months.
Then he nodded and cleared his throat again. “Down on your knees, boy.”
Sean
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Saturday, April 15, 2017
Smutterday - Three New Wishes
Last book of the Rainbow Island trilogy is out! Here's a smutty excerpt from it.
Three New Wishes
Come to Rainbow Island, where all your sexual fantasies will come true.
James, Guard and Damien continue to grant the sexual fantasies of their clients, but so far have been unable to make Rainbow Island work for their own relationship. Damien misses being home more often with his lovers and Guard has been working on breaking down James’ defenses. Can they make their own fantasies come true?
As always, three different fantasies are granted through Rainbow Island.
Tim is rich and bored. A ‘sometimes sub’, he’s searching for something more. Full-time Dom, Rain, is brought in to give Tim the twenty-four-seven experience he’s been looking for, but Rain has a secret—he’s been watching Tim in the club for years, just waiting for Tim to get serious before making his move. Can these two men find what they need in each other?
Mike has been hired to be a submissive. He doesn’t know that much about the lifestyle. He figures he can handle it—besides, the payday is too good to give up. Dom Brendan is handsome and confident, and the things he shows Mike speak to something deep inside him. Could he have found something more than just another job in Brendan?
Angus and Robbie are a committed Dom/sub pair who want to spice things up a little and see if puppy play is for them. They’re excited and nervous to learn from Sam, the puppy master that Rainbow Island has brought in to show them the ropes. They discover there’s more to puppy play than they’d imagined and not all of it is for them. Can they separate what they need from what they want and come out stronger than ever in the end?
Buy links:
Pride Publishing
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Kobo
smutty excerpt:
Rain touched the corner of his mouth, then leaned in and set their lips together, this touch feather-light, barely there.
Were they allowed to kiss? Was that fair?
Then Rain did it again and again, lips coming to his, rubbing then backing off again.
It must be allowed. The Doms he hired never kissed.
“Kiss me back, boy,” Rain murmured. “We’ve got three weeks together and I don’t want to spend them emotionlessly.” Rain pulled back suddenly. “Unless that’s what you require, though I’m probably going to have to have another Dom brought in if it is.”
“No. No, this is nice. Unexpected. A bonus.”
“I like being a bonus.” Rain’s eyes twinkled, then he kissed Tim again, not a gentle peck this time, but something more serious, lips sliding firmly against his.
He gasped, his head spinning as Rain stole his breath, clean away. Rain’s hand slid behind his head, holding him in place as Rain continued to kiss him. To own the kiss, because even if he did move his lips this was Rain kissing him, hands down.
He opened up, surprised to discover himself hard and beginning to ache. There was just something about Rain, about the command in his presence and the way he kissed…and maybe a little something about being naked while Rain was fully dressed, his clothes slightly rough against Tim’s skin.
“What a good, good boy,” Rain murmured.
Oh, God. That shouldn’t have gone through him and turned him on so much, but it did. It totally did.
Rain smiled against his lips.
Hopefully that meant he did well.
Rain returned to kissing him, sucking on his lips, sliding their tongues together and totally devouring his mouth. He hadn’t expected this, not at all. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but it hadn’t been this.
Rain slid his free hand along Tim’s throat, stroking his skin, making goosebumps rise on his flesh. Rain chuckled softly, the sound sweet, tickled.
“You’re a lovely boy. You must not have expressed any interest or you’d have been snapped up for sure.” The gentle touches continued.
“I’ve hired some Dominants over the last year.” They hadn’t worked for him.
“For single days or evenings, hmm?” Rain didn’t wait for an answer, mouth moving over his again.
“Yes, sir. I wanted relief.”
“Now your relief belongs to me. I get to say when and where and how.”
He nodded, his balls drawing up tight against his body.
“There will be punishments if you come without permission,” Rain warned him, eyes warm, but serious.
He nodded, trying to put space between them. Rain didn’t let him. For every inch he wriggled to the side, Rain followed and slid ever closer until Rain leaned hard against him, from shoulders to ankles.
“There’s nowhere to go, boy.”
“I’m trying to be good.”
“You’ll need to learn to obey even when it’s very hard. Or if you want the punishment, you need to recognize that and learn to use disobedience to get what you want.”
“Are you into that? Pushy bottoms?”
“I don’t mind pushy bottoms. There’s a certain charm to them. I prefer when the deliberate acting out comes from an honest need that I’m not meeting.”
“This is much more cerebral than you’d think, isn’t it?”
“There’s a lot about the lifestyle that’s more cerebral than you’d think. I prefer a thinking sub to one who just acts and doesn’t know why.”
All he could think to do was nod. He liked using his brain, right? Right.
Rain closed their lips together again, breathing into him as they kissed.
Oh. Better. Okay. He let himself breathe, let himself suck in Rain-flavored air.
“You do better with doing than talking, don’t you?” Rain didn’t let him answer, simply went back to kissing him, tongue sweeping through his mouth.
He would never, never have thought that about himself. Never. Yet here they were, and he was, at ease with this kissing. It was comfortable and exciting at the same time.
Rain touched his throat again, teasing gently and sending shivers through him. His response had Rain groaning and deepening the kiss, making it even more breathtaking than earlier. He wrapped his arms around Rain’s shoulders and held on.
Rand slid his hand down farther, rubbing along his collarbone, and then his breastbone, coming close to, but not touching his nipples. That didn’t stop them from tightening up, though, as if they were trying to get Rain’s attention.
He had never responded so quickly, so eagerly. There was something about Rain, though, that had him, and all his instincts were on high alert, ready for the things Rain was doing to him.
Finally, Rain stopped teasing and flicked his finger back and forth across Tim’s right nipple, the pleasure going right to his balls like there was a wire between them.
His eyes went wide, his hips bucking up furiously, and he fought his needy cry. Rain pinched his nipple, twisted it, and he gasped.
Three New Wishes
Come to Rainbow Island, where all your sexual fantasies will come true.
James, Guard and Damien continue to grant the sexual fantasies of their clients, but so far have been unable to make Rainbow Island work for their own relationship. Damien misses being home more often with his lovers and Guard has been working on breaking down James’ defenses. Can they make their own fantasies come true?
As always, three different fantasies are granted through Rainbow Island.
Mike has been hired to be a submissive. He doesn’t know that much about the lifestyle. He figures he can handle it—besides, the payday is too good to give up. Dom Brendan is handsome and confident, and the things he shows Mike speak to something deep inside him. Could he have found something more than just another job in Brendan?
Angus and Robbie are a committed Dom/sub pair who want to spice things up a little and see if puppy play is for them. They’re excited and nervous to learn from Sam, the puppy master that Rainbow Island has brought in to show them the ropes. They discover there’s more to puppy play than they’d imagined and not all of it is for them. Can they separate what they need from what they want and come out stronger than ever in the end?
Buy links:
Pride Publishing
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Kobo
smutty excerpt:
Rain touched the corner of his mouth, then leaned in and set their lips together, this touch feather-light, barely there.
Were they allowed to kiss? Was that fair?
Then Rain did it again and again, lips coming to his, rubbing then backing off again.
It must be allowed. The Doms he hired never kissed.
“Kiss me back, boy,” Rain murmured. “We’ve got three weeks together and I don’t want to spend them emotionlessly.” Rain pulled back suddenly. “Unless that’s what you require, though I’m probably going to have to have another Dom brought in if it is.”
“No. No, this is nice. Unexpected. A bonus.”
“I like being a bonus.” Rain’s eyes twinkled, then he kissed Tim again, not a gentle peck this time, but something more serious, lips sliding firmly against his.
He gasped, his head spinning as Rain stole his breath, clean away. Rain’s hand slid behind his head, holding him in place as Rain continued to kiss him. To own the kiss, because even if he did move his lips this was Rain kissing him, hands down.
He opened up, surprised to discover himself hard and beginning to ache. There was just something about Rain, about the command in his presence and the way he kissed…and maybe a little something about being naked while Rain was fully dressed, his clothes slightly rough against Tim’s skin.
“What a good, good boy,” Rain murmured.
Oh, God. That shouldn’t have gone through him and turned him on so much, but it did. It totally did.
Rain smiled against his lips.
Hopefully that meant he did well.
Rain returned to kissing him, sucking on his lips, sliding their tongues together and totally devouring his mouth. He hadn’t expected this, not at all. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but it hadn’t been this.
Rain slid his free hand along Tim’s throat, stroking his skin, making goosebumps rise on his flesh. Rain chuckled softly, the sound sweet, tickled.
“You’re a lovely boy. You must not have expressed any interest or you’d have been snapped up for sure.” The gentle touches continued.
“I’ve hired some Dominants over the last year.” They hadn’t worked for him.
“For single days or evenings, hmm?” Rain didn’t wait for an answer, mouth moving over his again.
“Yes, sir. I wanted relief.”
“Now your relief belongs to me. I get to say when and where and how.”
He nodded, his balls drawing up tight against his body.
“There will be punishments if you come without permission,” Rain warned him, eyes warm, but serious.
He nodded, trying to put space between them. Rain didn’t let him. For every inch he wriggled to the side, Rain followed and slid ever closer until Rain leaned hard against him, from shoulders to ankles.
“There’s nowhere to go, boy.”
“I’m trying to be good.”
“You’ll need to learn to obey even when it’s very hard. Or if you want the punishment, you need to recognize that and learn to use disobedience to get what you want.”
“Are you into that? Pushy bottoms?”
“I don’t mind pushy bottoms. There’s a certain charm to them. I prefer when the deliberate acting out comes from an honest need that I’m not meeting.”
“This is much more cerebral than you’d think, isn’t it?”
“There’s a lot about the lifestyle that’s more cerebral than you’d think. I prefer a thinking sub to one who just acts and doesn’t know why.”
All he could think to do was nod. He liked using his brain, right? Right.
Rain closed their lips together again, breathing into him as they kissed.
Oh. Better. Okay. He let himself breathe, let himself suck in Rain-flavored air.
“You do better with doing than talking, don’t you?” Rain didn’t let him answer, simply went back to kissing him, tongue sweeping through his mouth.
He would never, never have thought that about himself. Never. Yet here they were, and he was, at ease with this kissing. It was comfortable and exciting at the same time.
Rain touched his throat again, teasing gently and sending shivers through him. His response had Rain groaning and deepening the kiss, making it even more breathtaking than earlier. He wrapped his arms around Rain’s shoulders and held on.
Rand slid his hand down farther, rubbing along his collarbone, and then his breastbone, coming close to, but not touching his nipples. That didn’t stop them from tightening up, though, as if they were trying to get Rain’s attention.
He had never responded so quickly, so eagerly. There was something about Rain, though, that had him, and all his instincts were on high alert, ready for the things Rain was doing to him.
Finally, Rain stopped teasing and flicked his finger back and forth across Tim’s right nipple, the pleasure going right to his balls like there was a wire between them.
His eyes went wide, his hips bucking up furiously, and he fought his needy cry. Rain pinched his nipple, twisted it, and he gasped.
Sean
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Smutterday - Office Hours
This is the third of the three books that are in the anthology At the Office that are now also re-released as single titles. Here is a smutty excerpt for it.
Office Hours
Thad Wells has had enough of lovers. He’s focused on his career -- hell, that’s hard enough, being the young professor fighting for his spot -- so when he, literally, runs into Jay on the green, he finds himself saying, no. No, he’s not interested.
Jay Banner, on the other hand, knows exactly what he wants and knows how to get it. He knows someone’s hurt Thad, and not in the fun, spanky way he does, when he wears his leathers, and he’s determined to get to know the young professor.
Things heat up between them, but they both have secrets, and no amount of book learning can educate two men who might have outsmarted themselves.
Previously released through a different publisher. Also currently available in the At the Office anthology.
Office Hours
Jay Banner, on the other hand, knows exactly what he wants and knows how to get it. He knows someone’s hurt Thad, and not in the fun, spanky way he does, when he wears his leathers, and he’s determined to get to know the young professor.
Things heat up between them, but they both have secrets, and no amount of book learning can educate two men who might have outsmarted themselves.
Previously released through a different publisher. Also currently available in the At the Office anthology.
Buy links:
Amazon
smutty excerpt:
Squeezing Thad’s hand in his own, he let them in and then turned to give the man the kiss he’d been needing to take since they’d crashed together two days ago. The electricity between them flared—sharp and undeniable, the sensation slamming through him.
“Fuck.” He muttered the word between their lips, then they were kissing again, his tongue pressing against Thad’s lips, wanting in, wanting to taste. Coffee and heat. That’s what Thad tasted of, felt.
Groaning, he deepened the kiss farther, pressed himself against Thad’s slender body. Thad’s tongue slid against his, tasting him. He slid his hands around Thad’s hips, encouraging more closeness.
God. Hot. Thad was a little firecracker.
“Want you.” So much he didn’t want to stop kissing.
“Yeah.” Those hands slid under his shirt, fingertips working his belly, heading to his nipples.
“Sensual. I like that.” He kept the kisses going, his own hands holding onto Thad’s ass.
Thad murmured something unintelligible into his lips, one finger circling a nipple. He made a soft noise, trying to move his nipple into that finger. Thad avoided it, though, teasing him, and he laughed, breathless and needy, against Thad’s mouth.
Thad winked, deepened the kiss the barest bit, then backed off.
“Come on in. I’m on the second floor.” He grabbed Thad’s hand again and headed up the stairs.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“I’m sure it’s a great idea.” He squeezed Thad’s hand and hurried them up—he wasn’t letting Thad’s nerves send the man backing out.
He opened the door, got them both inside, and shut the door.
Grabbing both Thad’s hands in his, he walked backward down the hall. “On the right there, that’s the living room, left is the kitchen and the bathroom. My bedroom is at the end here.”
“Nice place.” Thad didn’t even look away from him.
“Thanks.” He didn’t look away, either; he could make the trip to his bedroom in the dark, walking backward was nothing. He wanted that sweater off, wanted to look, wanted to touch. “This is my bedroom.” There were curtains but they weren’t drawn, the daylight streaming in. He’d made his bed this morning—go him.
Dropping Thad’s hands, he immediately went for the bottom of that sweater.
Thad touched his wrists. “We can leave it on.”
He laughed. “No, I don’t think we can.”
He tugged it up and off, Thad’s body tight and ripped, pale as milk, but so hot.
“Fuck.” His fingers went for the sweet abs, tickling over them before making a beeline for the little pink nipples.
“I…” Thad groaned, body arching as he found them.
“Sweet. I love a man with sensitive titties.” Oh, that little shocked look at his words made his balls throb. “And yours seem very sensitive.” He flicked them.
Thad stepped back away from him, shook his head, so he wrapped a hand around Thad’s hip, tugging him back in. “This is a—”
He stopped the words with a kiss. No, it wasn’t a bad idea. His tongue slid into Thad’s mouth, searching out that coffee-flavored taste again.
His hand slipped around Thad’s waist, thumb on the soft skin, and his other hand slid back up to tickle at Thad’s right nipple. The tiny bit of skin drew up, deliciously tight, and he had to flick his finger back and forth across it.
Thad gasped into his lips, panting for him. Groaning, he repeated the move, his tongue delving in. That tiny nipple was as hard as a rock, pushing into his fingers, so he plucked at it, stroked it.
“I…” Thad groaned, hands wrapping about his waist, the kiss going deeper.
He tugged Thad with him as he backed up toward his bed. It was just a double, but that would mean plenty of reason to snuggle.
Thad’s fingers worked around to his waistband, opening his fly.
“Mmm.” He sucked in, giving Thad room to get in there and work at his jeans, and, like a pro, Thad opened him, pulled out his cock. Groaning, he pushed his hips forward, his cock sliding along Thad’s palm.
“Mmm. Horny.” Thad’s fingers wrapped around him, tugging his prick nice and steady.
He chuckled, or at least tried to—the sound was closer to a moan. “Like you’re not.”
Thad’s murmur was soft, sensual. “I never said a word, one way or the other.”
His own voice was closer to a growl, all needful and throaty. “I think you should, though. I think you should tell me how hot I make you.”
Thad shivered. “Shh.”
“Shh what?”
“Just let me touch you.”
Jay bucked up into Thad’s touch. “I’m not stopping you.”
Thad chuckled, hand moving faster, thumb brushing his slit on each upstroke.
He groaned. “Yeah, you make me hot, too. I’m on fucking fire for you.”
“Good.” Thad’s fingers were going to make him crazy.
He reached out again, tweaked Thad’s nipples, watching as the dull flush climbed up Thad’s belly. Humming, he rubbed those hard little bits of flesh beneath his thumb.
Thad’s rhythm stuttered a bit, his lips parted.
“Mmm. Yeah, that’s even better. How does it feel from your end, Thad?”
“Not bad.”
He laughed. “I’m not doing it properly if it just feels not bad.”
Thad’s chuckle made his smile wider. Bending, he took Thad’s nipple into his mouth, and Thad groaned, fingers squeezing his prick. He sucked harder, tongue flicking across the tip as that sweet nub tightened for him. Grinning, he gave it a bite.
Thad jerked, pulling away. “Easy.”
“I don’t want to take it easy on you, Thad. I want to make you fly.”
“Let’s just get you off, hmm? It’s your birthday.”
“I’m not a selfish lover.”
Thad’s cheeks went pink. “No, but this one’s for you.”
“If you can promise me you won’t duck out on me as soon as I come, I’ll go along with that.”
“Why are we talking?” Thad knelt down, took his cock into a perfect fucking heat.
“Fuck!” How was he supposed to think when Thad did that? He wasn’t a monk or a virgin, but it had been some time since he’d had a decent blow job, and Thad was more than decent at it. In fact, Thad’s mouth was pure heaven, sliding on his cock like Thad was starving and he was a banquet.
He slid his hands through the long hair, holding on as Thad sucked hard, licking and sucking at him, head bobbing. He tried to stay still, he really did. “Need to…”
His cock slipped into the squeezing pressure of Thad’s throat.
“Oh, fuck.” He wrapped his fingers in Thad’s hair and began to fuck the man’s lips, cock pushing into that tight throat again and again. Fuck. Fuck. So open. So ready for him.
He watched as his cock slid in and out, shiny with Thad’s spit. Fuck.
He shouted, pushing deep and coming down Thad’s throat.
He watched Thad swallow, saw how those lips were soft, swollen around him. “Sweet, Thad. Really amazing.”
The soft tongue stroked over his prick, cleaning it.
“Happy Birthday to me.”
smutty excerpt:
Squeezing Thad’s hand in his own, he let them in and then turned to give the man the kiss he’d been needing to take since they’d crashed together two days ago. The electricity between them flared—sharp and undeniable, the sensation slamming through him.
“Fuck.” He muttered the word between their lips, then they were kissing again, his tongue pressing against Thad’s lips, wanting in, wanting to taste. Coffee and heat. That’s what Thad tasted of, felt.
Groaning, he deepened the kiss farther, pressed himself against Thad’s slender body. Thad’s tongue slid against his, tasting him. He slid his hands around Thad’s hips, encouraging more closeness.
God. Hot. Thad was a little firecracker.
“Want you.” So much he didn’t want to stop kissing.
“Yeah.” Those hands slid under his shirt, fingertips working his belly, heading to his nipples.
“Sensual. I like that.” He kept the kisses going, his own hands holding onto Thad’s ass.
Thad murmured something unintelligible into his lips, one finger circling a nipple. He made a soft noise, trying to move his nipple into that finger. Thad avoided it, though, teasing him, and he laughed, breathless and needy, against Thad’s mouth.
Thad winked, deepened the kiss the barest bit, then backed off.
“Come on in. I’m on the second floor.” He grabbed Thad’s hand again and headed up the stairs.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“I’m sure it’s a great idea.” He squeezed Thad’s hand and hurried them up—he wasn’t letting Thad’s nerves send the man backing out.
He opened the door, got them both inside, and shut the door.
Grabbing both Thad’s hands in his, he walked backward down the hall. “On the right there, that’s the living room, left is the kitchen and the bathroom. My bedroom is at the end here.”
“Nice place.” Thad didn’t even look away from him.
“Thanks.” He didn’t look away, either; he could make the trip to his bedroom in the dark, walking backward was nothing. He wanted that sweater off, wanted to look, wanted to touch. “This is my bedroom.” There were curtains but they weren’t drawn, the daylight streaming in. He’d made his bed this morning—go him.
Dropping Thad’s hands, he immediately went for the bottom of that sweater.
Thad touched his wrists. “We can leave it on.”
He laughed. “No, I don’t think we can.”
He tugged it up and off, Thad’s body tight and ripped, pale as milk, but so hot.
“Fuck.” His fingers went for the sweet abs, tickling over them before making a beeline for the little pink nipples.
“I…” Thad groaned, body arching as he found them.
“Sweet. I love a man with sensitive titties.” Oh, that little shocked look at his words made his balls throb. “And yours seem very sensitive.” He flicked them.
Thad stepped back away from him, shook his head, so he wrapped a hand around Thad’s hip, tugging him back in. “This is a—”
He stopped the words with a kiss. No, it wasn’t a bad idea. His tongue slid into Thad’s mouth, searching out that coffee-flavored taste again.
His hand slipped around Thad’s waist, thumb on the soft skin, and his other hand slid back up to tickle at Thad’s right nipple. The tiny bit of skin drew up, deliciously tight, and he had to flick his finger back and forth across it.
Thad gasped into his lips, panting for him. Groaning, he repeated the move, his tongue delving in. That tiny nipple was as hard as a rock, pushing into his fingers, so he plucked at it, stroked it.
“I…” Thad groaned, hands wrapping about his waist, the kiss going deeper.
He tugged Thad with him as he backed up toward his bed. It was just a double, but that would mean plenty of reason to snuggle.
Thad’s fingers worked around to his waistband, opening his fly.
“Mmm.” He sucked in, giving Thad room to get in there and work at his jeans, and, like a pro, Thad opened him, pulled out his cock. Groaning, he pushed his hips forward, his cock sliding along Thad’s palm.
“Mmm. Horny.” Thad’s fingers wrapped around him, tugging his prick nice and steady.
He chuckled, or at least tried to—the sound was closer to a moan. “Like you’re not.”
Thad’s murmur was soft, sensual. “I never said a word, one way or the other.”
His own voice was closer to a growl, all needful and throaty. “I think you should, though. I think you should tell me how hot I make you.”
Thad shivered. “Shh.”
“Shh what?”
“Just let me touch you.”
Jay bucked up into Thad’s touch. “I’m not stopping you.”
Thad chuckled, hand moving faster, thumb brushing his slit on each upstroke.
He groaned. “Yeah, you make me hot, too. I’m on fucking fire for you.”
“Good.” Thad’s fingers were going to make him crazy.
He reached out again, tweaked Thad’s nipples, watching as the dull flush climbed up Thad’s belly. Humming, he rubbed those hard little bits of flesh beneath his thumb.
Thad’s rhythm stuttered a bit, his lips parted.
“Mmm. Yeah, that’s even better. How does it feel from your end, Thad?”
“Not bad.”
He laughed. “I’m not doing it properly if it just feels not bad.”
Thad’s chuckle made his smile wider. Bending, he took Thad’s nipple into his mouth, and Thad groaned, fingers squeezing his prick. He sucked harder, tongue flicking across the tip as that sweet nub tightened for him. Grinning, he gave it a bite.
Thad jerked, pulling away. “Easy.”
“I don’t want to take it easy on you, Thad. I want to make you fly.”
“Let’s just get you off, hmm? It’s your birthday.”
“I’m not a selfish lover.”
Thad’s cheeks went pink. “No, but this one’s for you.”
“If you can promise me you won’t duck out on me as soon as I come, I’ll go along with that.”
“Why are we talking?” Thad knelt down, took his cock into a perfect fucking heat.
“Fuck!” How was he supposed to think when Thad did that? He wasn’t a monk or a virgin, but it had been some time since he’d had a decent blow job, and Thad was more than decent at it. In fact, Thad’s mouth was pure heaven, sliding on his cock like Thad was starving and he was a banquet.
He slid his hands through the long hair, holding on as Thad sucked hard, licking and sucking at him, head bobbing. He tried to stay still, he really did. “Need to…”
His cock slipped into the squeezing pressure of Thad’s throat.
“Oh, fuck.” He wrapped his fingers in Thad’s hair and began to fuck the man’s lips, cock pushing into that tight throat again and again. Fuck. Fuck. So open. So ready for him.
He watched as his cock slid in and out, shiny with Thad’s spit. Fuck.
He shouted, pushing deep and coming down Thad’s throat.
He watched Thad swallow, saw how those lips were soft, swollen around him. “Sweet, Thad. Really amazing.”
The soft tongue stroked over his prick, cleaning it.
“Happy Birthday to me.”
Sean
smut fixes everything
Smutterday - Full Disclosure
Full Disclosure was originally with Amber Quill and is in the At the Office anthology. Here's a smutty excerpt of it.
Samuel never thought the hardest thing about being a lawyer would be keeping his admin staff, but with Jeannie now leaving on pregnancy leave, he's gone through five since he became a partner. His newest assistant is Jarrod, a man who just might fulfill all his fantasies, even the ones he didn't know he had.
Jarrod has been hired to find out if Samuel is the leak, the person selling confidential information to the firm's opponents. He thinks it's going to be a run of the mill job until he actually meets his new boss, and then all bets are off. Samuel triggers every one of his Dom tendencies and he knows instinctively exactly what Samuel needs to have all his fantasies fulfilled.
Can Samuel and Jarrod survive the investigation and their attraction to each other or is it all going to come tumbling down in pieces?
Previously released through a different publisher. Also currently available in the At the Office anthology.
Buy links:
Evil Plot Bunny
Amazon
smutty excerpt:
Samuel had considered just firing Jerrod. Then he considered jumping in a hole. Finally he found a reason to be out of town for three weeks and took it, only talking with Jerrod via email and periodically on the phone. By the time he got back, Samuel was feeling strong, settled, and able to hold his head up. So he had been looking at porn. He was a healthy, young male. That’s what men did. Damn it.
He walked into his office early, way earlier that most anyone, whistling as he got ready for the day.
A sound at the door had him looking, finding Jarrod leaning against the jamb, watching him. The brown eyes were dark, warm. “Well, hello there, boss-man. I was beginning to wonder if you were ever coming back.”
Straightening, Jarrod walked in like he belonged, like it was his office.
“I didn’t want anyone to forget what I looked like.” His office. He was the boss. Not Jarrod. Just. Him. “You’ve been well?”
Jarrod shrugged. “Felt a bit like a boat with a rudder, boss gone and all.” Jarrod came right on up to him, only stopping when they were about a foot apart. God, the man was intense. “Welcome back.”
“Thank you. I assume there isn’t any immediate business we need to deal with?” He didn’t back up one bit.
“I have a bunch of papers that need your signature. But nothing”—Jarrod licked his lips, gave him one of those once-overs he remembered from before he’d gone—“pressing.”
“Excellent.” See him. See him be in control. He resisted the urge to smooth his dress shirt, smooth his hair.
“Did you miss me?”
“Excuse me?”
“I think you heard me, boss-man. I asked if you missed me.” Jarrod chuckled. “You still need that spanking.”
Samuel growled, cheeks heating uncontrollably. “You must really want to be fired.”
“You’re not going to fire me.” Jarrod’s voice was low now, husky.
“You are an arrogant little bastard.” That was it. He was going to. Going to.
“Not so little, boss-man, I assure you.” Jarrod moved closer, face suddenly right there in his, and then Jarrod’s mouth descended on his.
The kiss was hard and sure, Jarrod’s lips pressing his against his teeth.
Jesus Christ.
Samuel jerked, pulling away, cock hard and aching in his slacks. “What the fuck?”
Jarrod followed him, backing him up toward his desk. “That comes later.”
“You’re out of your mind.” He could hear his heart pounding.
“No. But you’re almost out of yours, aren’t you?” Jarrod kept coming, kept backing him up until his legs hit his desk. “You’ve been thinking about it. Can’t get it out of your head. Oh, you convinced yourself you did. Fooled yourself. So you came back.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He worked here. He belonged here.
“Yes. You do. And you’ve been a very naughty man. Running away from me. You need to be spanked, Samuel.”
Jarrod took his arms and turned him, pressing up against his back, cock hard against ass, mouth at his ear.
“I’ll scream.” Well, that sounded stupid and queer as hell.
Jarrod chuckled, but it didn’t feel like he was being laughed at. “If you don’t, I’m not doing it right.” Jarrod licked a line from his collar up to his ear. One of Jarrod’s hands dropped to his belt, started to undo it.
“This isn’t happening.” He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.
“Feels fucking real to me.” His earlobe was nipped, the top button of his pants undone, his zipper tugged down. “You feel real, Samuel. You feel like you need. And I’ve got what you need.”
“No.” His cock pushed out, slapping against Jarrod’s hand. “You don’t know what the fuck I need.”
Jarrod’s hand wrapped around his prick, tugging on it once and once only. “I know exactly what you need.”
He was bent over, his expensive trousers tugged down, exposing his ass, the air shocking against his balls.
“What the fuck are you doing?” They were at the office. In his office.
Work.
This wasn’t happening.
“Giving you what you need, Samuel.” Jarrod’s hand came down on his ass, slapping his skin. He could feel the outline of each finger on his ass cheek.
“Don’t.” Oh, fuck. It was like a fucking fantasy, like his fucking fantasy.
“Don’t what, Samuel? Do this?” That hand came down again, hitting his ass square on. Then again.
“Yes.” He pulled away, reaching back toward Jarrod’s hands.
“You’re telling me you don’t want this?” One of Jarrod’s hands grabbed his, the other one landed on his ass again. Then Jarrod was bent over him, hot against his back. “Tell me to stop, Sammy. Say ‘Jarrod stop. Jarrod leave.’ And I will.”
“I…” Another blow made him gasp, made him jerk. So fucking hot.
“That’s what I thought,” Jarrod’s voice grated. The next blow came just as hard, just as loud in the quiet of his office. His fucking office!
Two more blows followed in short succession; his ass began to feel like it was on fire. This rough, raw sound escaped him, hips rolling back. Whether it was toward the blows or away, he didn’t know.
“Oh, fuck, Sammy, yeah.” The blows kept coming, one after another, making him gasp and jerk, making everything else just disappear.
His head dropped forward, eyes closing as his thighs spread, bracing himself for more.
“So fucking hard for you, Sammy. Fuck.”
They found a rhythm together, like fucking, his hips pushing back into each blow, the sound ringing through the office.
When they stopped it was like a shock. The heat of Jarrod’s cock rubbing against him, the tip leaving a wet trail over his burning flesh, was an even bigger shock.
“Tell me you want it.”
His ass was on fire, thighs shaking furiously. Oh, God. Oh, God. “I…”
Jarrod’s cock slapped against his ass, and then he heard the crinkling sound of a condom wrapper.
Samuel thought he was going to stand up, pull away, but he wanted it. Wanted a good hard fuck. Wanted to feel Jarrod against his burning ass.
The head of Jarrod’s prick slid along his crack, pushed against his hole, but didn’t breach him, not before Jarrod’s hand slid around and took his cock in a hard grip. Then Jarrod pushed forward.
“Uhh…” He jerked, went up on his toes and just begged for it. Thick and long, Jarrod’s cock pushed up into him and made him feel every inch.
“Hot. Shit. Fucking tight. Oh, Samuel.” Jarrod’s voice groaned, the words ending in an almost whimper.
In and in Jarrod pushed, until the wiry hairs around the base of his cock rubbed up against Samuel’s burning ass. The whole world tightened to his ass, his cock, the fire between them. His need.
Jarrod made a growling noise and started to move, taking him hard. Each thrust slammed Jarrod’s cock deep, and had those hips pushing against his ass. His thighs slammed against his desk, the skin aching, bruising, and fuck it felt good. Jarrod’s hand worked his cock hard, jacking him as he was fucked.
The slap of flesh, their bodies hitting the desk, their gasping breaths, the sounds mingled with the sharp, musky scent of sex, the air redolent with them. Samuel started shaking, so close to coming he could taste it.
“Wait for it,” groaned Jarrod. “Wait ’til I say so.”
Harder, faster, the hand around his cock increased its pace as well, Jarrod pushed him hard, but made him wait. His entire body clenched, body jerking, balls drawing up tight.
“Just another…” Jarrod groaned, swore. “Fuck. Now. Now, Sammy!” The long cock slammed into his gland, and Jarrod’s shout filled the room.
His cock jerked, spunk spraying over his desk, ass squeezing that heavy cock tight.
Jarrod has been hired to find out if Samuel is the leak, the person selling confidential information to the firm's opponents. He thinks it's going to be a run of the mill job until he actually meets his new boss, and then all bets are off. Samuel triggers every one of his Dom tendencies and he knows instinctively exactly what Samuel needs to have all his fantasies fulfilled.
Can Samuel and Jarrod survive the investigation and their attraction to each other or is it all going to come tumbling down in pieces?
Previously released through a different publisher. Also currently available in the At the Office anthology.
Buy links:
Evil Plot Bunny
Amazon
smutty excerpt:
Samuel had considered just firing Jerrod. Then he considered jumping in a hole. Finally he found a reason to be out of town for three weeks and took it, only talking with Jerrod via email and periodically on the phone. By the time he got back, Samuel was feeling strong, settled, and able to hold his head up. So he had been looking at porn. He was a healthy, young male. That’s what men did. Damn it.
He walked into his office early, way earlier that most anyone, whistling as he got ready for the day.
A sound at the door had him looking, finding Jarrod leaning against the jamb, watching him. The brown eyes were dark, warm. “Well, hello there, boss-man. I was beginning to wonder if you were ever coming back.”
Straightening, Jarrod walked in like he belonged, like it was his office.
“I didn’t want anyone to forget what I looked like.” His office. He was the boss. Not Jarrod. Just. Him. “You’ve been well?”
Jarrod shrugged. “Felt a bit like a boat with a rudder, boss gone and all.” Jarrod came right on up to him, only stopping when they were about a foot apart. God, the man was intense. “Welcome back.”
“Thank you. I assume there isn’t any immediate business we need to deal with?” He didn’t back up one bit.
“I have a bunch of papers that need your signature. But nothing”—Jarrod licked his lips, gave him one of those once-overs he remembered from before he’d gone—“pressing.”
“Excellent.” See him. See him be in control. He resisted the urge to smooth his dress shirt, smooth his hair.
“Did you miss me?”
“Excuse me?”
“I think you heard me, boss-man. I asked if you missed me.” Jarrod chuckled. “You still need that spanking.”
Samuel growled, cheeks heating uncontrollably. “You must really want to be fired.”
“You’re not going to fire me.” Jarrod’s voice was low now, husky.
“You are an arrogant little bastard.” That was it. He was going to. Going to.
“Not so little, boss-man, I assure you.” Jarrod moved closer, face suddenly right there in his, and then Jarrod’s mouth descended on his.
The kiss was hard and sure, Jarrod’s lips pressing his against his teeth.
Jesus Christ.
Samuel jerked, pulling away, cock hard and aching in his slacks. “What the fuck?”
Jarrod followed him, backing him up toward his desk. “That comes later.”
“You’re out of your mind.” He could hear his heart pounding.
“No. But you’re almost out of yours, aren’t you?” Jarrod kept coming, kept backing him up until his legs hit his desk. “You’ve been thinking about it. Can’t get it out of your head. Oh, you convinced yourself you did. Fooled yourself. So you came back.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He worked here. He belonged here.
“Yes. You do. And you’ve been a very naughty man. Running away from me. You need to be spanked, Samuel.”
Jarrod took his arms and turned him, pressing up against his back, cock hard against ass, mouth at his ear.
“I’ll scream.” Well, that sounded stupid and queer as hell.
Jarrod chuckled, but it didn’t feel like he was being laughed at. “If you don’t, I’m not doing it right.” Jarrod licked a line from his collar up to his ear. One of Jarrod’s hands dropped to his belt, started to undo it.
“This isn’t happening.” He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.
“Feels fucking real to me.” His earlobe was nipped, the top button of his pants undone, his zipper tugged down. “You feel real, Samuel. You feel like you need. And I’ve got what you need.”
“No.” His cock pushed out, slapping against Jarrod’s hand. “You don’t know what the fuck I need.”
Jarrod’s hand wrapped around his prick, tugging on it once and once only. “I know exactly what you need.”
He was bent over, his expensive trousers tugged down, exposing his ass, the air shocking against his balls.
“What the fuck are you doing?” They were at the office. In his office.
Work.
This wasn’t happening.
“Giving you what you need, Samuel.” Jarrod’s hand came down on his ass, slapping his skin. He could feel the outline of each finger on his ass cheek.
“Don’t.” Oh, fuck. It was like a fucking fantasy, like his fucking fantasy.
“Don’t what, Samuel? Do this?” That hand came down again, hitting his ass square on. Then again.
“Yes.” He pulled away, reaching back toward Jarrod’s hands.
“You’re telling me you don’t want this?” One of Jarrod’s hands grabbed his, the other one landed on his ass again. Then Jarrod was bent over him, hot against his back. “Tell me to stop, Sammy. Say ‘Jarrod stop. Jarrod leave.’ And I will.”
“I…” Another blow made him gasp, made him jerk. So fucking hot.
“That’s what I thought,” Jarrod’s voice grated. The next blow came just as hard, just as loud in the quiet of his office. His fucking office!
Two more blows followed in short succession; his ass began to feel like it was on fire. This rough, raw sound escaped him, hips rolling back. Whether it was toward the blows or away, he didn’t know.
“Oh, fuck, Sammy, yeah.” The blows kept coming, one after another, making him gasp and jerk, making everything else just disappear.
His head dropped forward, eyes closing as his thighs spread, bracing himself for more.
“So fucking hard for you, Sammy. Fuck.”
They found a rhythm together, like fucking, his hips pushing back into each blow, the sound ringing through the office.
When they stopped it was like a shock. The heat of Jarrod’s cock rubbing against him, the tip leaving a wet trail over his burning flesh, was an even bigger shock.
“Tell me you want it.”
His ass was on fire, thighs shaking furiously. Oh, God. Oh, God. “I…”
Jarrod’s cock slapped against his ass, and then he heard the crinkling sound of a condom wrapper.
Samuel thought he was going to stand up, pull away, but he wanted it. Wanted a good hard fuck. Wanted to feel Jarrod against his burning ass.
The head of Jarrod’s prick slid along his crack, pushed against his hole, but didn’t breach him, not before Jarrod’s hand slid around and took his cock in a hard grip. Then Jarrod pushed forward.
“Uhh…” He jerked, went up on his toes and just begged for it. Thick and long, Jarrod’s cock pushed up into him and made him feel every inch.
“Hot. Shit. Fucking tight. Oh, Samuel.” Jarrod’s voice groaned, the words ending in an almost whimper.
In and in Jarrod pushed, until the wiry hairs around the base of his cock rubbed up against Samuel’s burning ass. The whole world tightened to his ass, his cock, the fire between them. His need.
Jarrod made a growling noise and started to move, taking him hard. Each thrust slammed Jarrod’s cock deep, and had those hips pushing against his ass. His thighs slammed against his desk, the skin aching, bruising, and fuck it felt good. Jarrod’s hand worked his cock hard, jacking him as he was fucked.
The slap of flesh, their bodies hitting the desk, their gasping breaths, the sounds mingled with the sharp, musky scent of sex, the air redolent with them. Samuel started shaking, so close to coming he could taste it.
“Wait for it,” groaned Jarrod. “Wait ’til I say so.”
Harder, faster, the hand around his cock increased its pace as well, Jarrod pushed him hard, but made him wait. His entire body clenched, body jerking, balls drawing up tight.
“Just another…” Jarrod groaned, swore. “Fuck. Now. Now, Sammy!” The long cock slammed into his gland, and Jarrod’s shout filled the room.
His cock jerked, spunk spraying over his desk, ass squeezing that heavy cock tight.
Sean
smut fixes everything
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
Book Day Wednesday - Post 3
Just out at the distributors yesterday was Three New Wishes, the last book in the Rainbow Island trilogy.
Three New Wishes
Come to Rainbow Island, where all your sexual fantasies will come true.
James, Guard and Damien continue to grant the sexual fantasies of their clients, but so far have been unable to make Rainbow Island work for their own relationship. Damien misses being home more often with his lovers and Guard has been working on breaking down James’ defenses. Can they make their own fantasies come true?
As always, three different fantasies are granted through Rainbow Island.
Tim is rich and bored. A ‘sometimes sub’, he’s searching for something more. Full-time Dom, Rain, is brought in to give Tim the twenty-four-seven experience he’s been looking for, but Rain has a secret—he’s been watching Tim in the club for years, just waiting for Tim to get serious before making his move. Can these two men find what they need in each other?
Mike has been hired to be a submissive. He doesn’t know that much about the lifestyle. He figures he can handle it—besides, the payday is too good to give up. Dom Brendan is handsome and confident, and the things he shows Mike speak to something deep inside him. Could he have found something more than just another job in Brendan?
Angus and Robbie are a committed Dom/sub pair who want to spice things up a little and see if puppy play is for them. They’re excited and nervous to learn from Sam, the puppy master that Rainbow Island has brought in to show them the ropes. They discover there’s more to puppy play than they’d imagined and not all of it is for them. Can they separate what they need from what they want and come out stronger than ever in the end?
Buy links:
Pride Publishing
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Kobo
Sean
smut fixes everything
Three New Wishes
Come to Rainbow Island, where all your sexual fantasies will come true.
James, Guard and Damien continue to grant the sexual fantasies of their clients, but so far have been unable to make Rainbow Island work for their own relationship. Damien misses being home more often with his lovers and Guard has been working on breaking down James’ defenses. Can they make their own fantasies come true?
As always, three different fantasies are granted through Rainbow Island.
Mike has been hired to be a submissive. He doesn’t know that much about the lifestyle. He figures he can handle it—besides, the payday is too good to give up. Dom Brendan is handsome and confident, and the things he shows Mike speak to something deep inside him. Could he have found something more than just another job in Brendan?
Angus and Robbie are a committed Dom/sub pair who want to spice things up a little and see if puppy play is for them. They’re excited and nervous to learn from Sam, the puppy master that Rainbow Island has brought in to show them the ropes. They discover there’s more to puppy play than they’d imagined and not all of it is for them. Can they separate what they need from what they want and come out stronger than ever in the end?
Buy links:
Pride Publishing
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Kobo
Sean
smut fixes everything
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
Book Day Wednesday - Once You Go Demon
I'd like to thank Changeling Press for republishing Once You Go Demon for me. The novel had only been out a couple months when the whole ARE mess happened. Hopefully you hadn't had a chance to pick it up yet!
Once You Go Demon
There's a shift of power happening in Hell, and nothing will ever be the same.
Kerr has been with High Demon Horatio's household since his age of majority. A natural submissive pleasure demon, for the last seven years he has been untouched by his master Horatio and his job has morphed into a more managerial role. Still, it's a shock when goons from Master Belial's house arrive at his doorstep to inform him he's been sold and his new master expects him to come immediately.
Lost by Horatio in a card game, Kerr finds himself in the Belial household, where Ceris, Master of the Harem, takes Kerr under his wing. Kerr is not only honored and used as he was made to be, but he is given a newly acquired demon, Harmony, as his own to train. The three pleasure demons have a rocky start, but they have all the time in Hell to figure out how to work together, and it isn't long before they begin to care for one another.
Meanwhile, Belial has waited for thousands of years for Horatio to admit he's actually a submissive. When it appears that's never going to happen, Belial arranges for his best friend to lose a card game in which he's offered himself as the prize. Horatio can't believe Belial would do this for him, but the council puts their seal of approval on the bet, and he has no choice but to offer himself to Belial, who immediately gets to work convincing Horatio that he'll be so much happier as Belial's sub.
Will Kerr and Horatio find joy in their places in the Belial household? Only time will tell.
It'll be available on Friday at Changeling Press!
Excerpt:
Kerr stared at the paper the incredibly well dressed goons at the door handed him.
Sold?
Him?
He'd been sold into Horatio Liverage's house to act as the man's submissive since he was of maturity, and now, after so long, Horatio had sold him without a word? Without a note?
Nonsense.
Utter nonsense.
"There must be a mistake."
The goon pointed one clawed finger at the insignia at the bottom of the page. "What does that signify?"
"Horatio Liverage." He couldn't deny it was his master's seal.
"Then there isn't a mistake. Bring us Kerr, and we'll be on our way." The teeth on the guy doing the talking brooked no argument. Neither did the tufts of smoke coming out of Silent and Scary's ears.
"I'm Kerr. I have to gather my things, make arrangements..." Right? Didn't he get that much at least?
The lower demon looked at the contract again. "It doesn't say anything about belongings here. Let's go."
"I have precious things that hold my family name, and it doesn't say that I can't bring them. I am not resisting, simply gathering my stuff." He could bargain with the best of them. He knew he had to convince them, though, as either one of them could pick him up and toss him over a shoulder without even trying.
Henchman One turned to Henchman Two, who shrugged.
"Is your master here? He can decide."
"He is not. He's away. As such, I am second in charge of the household." He held no illusions that he was beloved or even a lover, but he was well trusted with finances and with all aspects of Horatio's life. "I shall return in moments."
He began to pack -- the stash of jewels he had been collecting for years, his few precious books, his favorite clothes, and the music and computer that were his. He grabbed his toiletries, the hologram of his sire and dam, and the fragile glass orb that throbbed with a sweet, gentle light.
Both goons were frowning when he came back, pushing the pallet of his things.
"We won't be party to you stealing from your master."
"I haven't stolen a thing. These things are my own and now go with me to my new master." Fuckers. Horatio might be able to sell him on a whim, but these were his possessions and they were going with him.
They looked at each other again, shrugged, and turned, heading down the walk toward the truck at the end of it. "We're not toting anything," the talker called back over his shoulder.
"Not yet," Kerr muttered.
He wasn't some pointless goon. He was a highly trained, highly useful sexual submissive and house servant. Soon he would find a place with whomever the fuck the asshole prick that never made love to him anyway, dickhead, had sold his papers to, and then this mouth breather would do what Kerr said.
The goon opened the back door and just stood there, watching him putting his things in. "You're riding back there, too."
"Thank you so much." He rolled his eyes, pushed his hair behind his ears, and climbed in, telling himself that he wasn't hurt, that he was nothing but property, that he shouldn't cry. One day, that might even work.
The door closed with a loud clang, leaving him in the dark, the engine starting up moments later. The truck lurched forward, sending him falling onto his ass.
He did cry then, silently, heartbroken. He'd lost his home, his job, his master, and no one had so much as warned him. Someone had written up that paperwork, someone had made the arrangements, and someone had thrown him away.
He couldn't believe Horatio had done this to him, and without any warning at all, not a word to him.
The truck stopped abruptly, the brakes squeaking loudly. The door opened again, the dull grey sky seeming bright after the darkness of the truck.
Two little slaves popped up into the back and began grabbing his stuff.
He lifted his chin and firmed his lips. He was well trained, valuable. Special in his own right. Men begged to be wealthy enough to own him.
"Come, come," murmured one boy, motioning for him to get down from the truck and follow. He couldn't see the two goons. "You're going to be in the salle, honored one. Your groom is Ceris, and he is the Salle Master."
Finally, someone realized how important he was, what his stature was, even if he was a slave. He followed the lad through a side door and along a winding hall of stone. This place was much brighter than his mast -- than his former master's, more marble than rock on the columns and floors, white and light blue shot through with silver and gold.
When they arrived at the harem, the whole place still felt luxurious and gilded, as if the master lived back here as well as the front of the house. Well, his new master was very rich, there was no denying that.
A huge bald man stood as he walked in, bowing to him solemnly. "Honored one. I am Ceris, your groom. Boy, put the things in the gold room, then call for tea."
The lad who'd guided him here bowed and went running with Kerr's things, deeper into the harem.
"Welcome to Lord Belial's harem. We were very excited to learn he won you and that you would be joining us."
Lord Belial? Bel? Horatio had sold him to his best friend? Seriously?
"Thank you for your welcome." He bowed automatically, his training taking over immediately.
"Tea is coming. After that, I imagine you'd like a bath. Perhaps something light to eat."
Ceris was a handsome demon. The bald head exposed the little horns completely, and they glowed in the light. His bare chest was beautifully muscled, the gauzy pants exposing strong legs and hinting at a heavy cock. There was a heavy spiky gold tattoo covering Ceris' ridged belly, marking him as Master Bel's, Kerr was sure. Marked, but lovely.
"I... Yes, of course." He was developing the world's worst headache.
A lad, different than the first two, he thought, came in with a tray holding a teapot and two teacups. He left them on a low table, bowed deeply.
"Thank you, Totz. You can go."
The boy did, hurrying off like he had somewhere to be.
"Please. Sit." Ceris waved toward the benches that surrounded the table.
"Thank you, Ceris." He and Ceris were equals, and he refused to treat the man with less respect than he deserved. "I was not aware I was to be transferred. Not until the papers arrived at the door."
Transferred. Traded. Discarded.
"That's unfortunate. Were you able to collect all your things?" Ceris asked, pouring out the tea.
"I brought the things that were special that I could carry. What will my duties be here? In my former home, I acted as valet and head of household -- finances, staff management, that sort of thing."
Ceris shot him a confused look. "I was led to believe you were a trained submissive, honored one."
"Yes, I was. My former master chose not to use me in that regard." Not for many years and not often when he had.
"Perhaps that's why he wagered you in the game of chance he played with our master last night." Ceris leaned forward and spoke quietly, confidentially. "He's still here, sleeping it off. It got very loud and much was imbibed. I'm very sorry for the way it happened, but maybe it's for the better. There is no where else in all of Hell that I would rather be."
"I will thrive wherever they wish me to be." He hoped. He had no choice.
Ceris looked him up and down, gaze almost like a physical touch. "I'm sure you will."
Sean
smut fixes everything
Once You Go Demon
There's a shift of power happening in Hell, and nothing will ever be the same.
Kerr has been with High Demon Horatio's household since his age of majority. A natural submissive pleasure demon, for the last seven years he has been untouched by his master Horatio and his job has morphed into a more managerial role. Still, it's a shock when goons from Master Belial's house arrive at his doorstep to inform him he's been sold and his new master expects him to come immediately.
Meanwhile, Belial has waited for thousands of years for Horatio to admit he's actually a submissive. When it appears that's never going to happen, Belial arranges for his best friend to lose a card game in which he's offered himself as the prize. Horatio can't believe Belial would do this for him, but the council puts their seal of approval on the bet, and he has no choice but to offer himself to Belial, who immediately gets to work convincing Horatio that he'll be so much happier as Belial's sub.
Will Kerr and Horatio find joy in their places in the Belial household? Only time will tell.
It'll be available on Friday at Changeling Press!
Excerpt:
Kerr stared at the paper the incredibly well dressed goons at the door handed him.
Sold?
Him?
He'd been sold into Horatio Liverage's house to act as the man's submissive since he was of maturity, and now, after so long, Horatio had sold him without a word? Without a note?
Nonsense.
Utter nonsense.
"There must be a mistake."
The goon pointed one clawed finger at the insignia at the bottom of the page. "What does that signify?"
"Horatio Liverage." He couldn't deny it was his master's seal.
"Then there isn't a mistake. Bring us Kerr, and we'll be on our way." The teeth on the guy doing the talking brooked no argument. Neither did the tufts of smoke coming out of Silent and Scary's ears.
"I'm Kerr. I have to gather my things, make arrangements..." Right? Didn't he get that much at least?
The lower demon looked at the contract again. "It doesn't say anything about belongings here. Let's go."
"I have precious things that hold my family name, and it doesn't say that I can't bring them. I am not resisting, simply gathering my stuff." He could bargain with the best of them. He knew he had to convince them, though, as either one of them could pick him up and toss him over a shoulder without even trying.
Henchman One turned to Henchman Two, who shrugged.
"Is your master here? He can decide."
"He is not. He's away. As such, I am second in charge of the household." He held no illusions that he was beloved or even a lover, but he was well trusted with finances and with all aspects of Horatio's life. "I shall return in moments."
He began to pack -- the stash of jewels he had been collecting for years, his few precious books, his favorite clothes, and the music and computer that were his. He grabbed his toiletries, the hologram of his sire and dam, and the fragile glass orb that throbbed with a sweet, gentle light.
Both goons were frowning when he came back, pushing the pallet of his things.
"We won't be party to you stealing from your master."
"I haven't stolen a thing. These things are my own and now go with me to my new master." Fuckers. Horatio might be able to sell him on a whim, but these were his possessions and they were going with him.
They looked at each other again, shrugged, and turned, heading down the walk toward the truck at the end of it. "We're not toting anything," the talker called back over his shoulder.
"Not yet," Kerr muttered.
He wasn't some pointless goon. He was a highly trained, highly useful sexual submissive and house servant. Soon he would find a place with whomever the fuck the asshole prick that never made love to him anyway, dickhead, had sold his papers to, and then this mouth breather would do what Kerr said.
The goon opened the back door and just stood there, watching him putting his things in. "You're riding back there, too."
"Thank you so much." He rolled his eyes, pushed his hair behind his ears, and climbed in, telling himself that he wasn't hurt, that he was nothing but property, that he shouldn't cry. One day, that might even work.
The door closed with a loud clang, leaving him in the dark, the engine starting up moments later. The truck lurched forward, sending him falling onto his ass.
He did cry then, silently, heartbroken. He'd lost his home, his job, his master, and no one had so much as warned him. Someone had written up that paperwork, someone had made the arrangements, and someone had thrown him away.
He couldn't believe Horatio had done this to him, and without any warning at all, not a word to him.
The truck stopped abruptly, the brakes squeaking loudly. The door opened again, the dull grey sky seeming bright after the darkness of the truck.
Two little slaves popped up into the back and began grabbing his stuff.
He lifted his chin and firmed his lips. He was well trained, valuable. Special in his own right. Men begged to be wealthy enough to own him.
"Come, come," murmured one boy, motioning for him to get down from the truck and follow. He couldn't see the two goons. "You're going to be in the salle, honored one. Your groom is Ceris, and he is the Salle Master."
Finally, someone realized how important he was, what his stature was, even if he was a slave. He followed the lad through a side door and along a winding hall of stone. This place was much brighter than his mast -- than his former master's, more marble than rock on the columns and floors, white and light blue shot through with silver and gold.
When they arrived at the harem, the whole place still felt luxurious and gilded, as if the master lived back here as well as the front of the house. Well, his new master was very rich, there was no denying that.
A huge bald man stood as he walked in, bowing to him solemnly. "Honored one. I am Ceris, your groom. Boy, put the things in the gold room, then call for tea."
The lad who'd guided him here bowed and went running with Kerr's things, deeper into the harem.
"Welcome to Lord Belial's harem. We were very excited to learn he won you and that you would be joining us."
Lord Belial? Bel? Horatio had sold him to his best friend? Seriously?
"Thank you for your welcome." He bowed automatically, his training taking over immediately.
"Tea is coming. After that, I imagine you'd like a bath. Perhaps something light to eat."
Ceris was a handsome demon. The bald head exposed the little horns completely, and they glowed in the light. His bare chest was beautifully muscled, the gauzy pants exposing strong legs and hinting at a heavy cock. There was a heavy spiky gold tattoo covering Ceris' ridged belly, marking him as Master Bel's, Kerr was sure. Marked, but lovely.
"I... Yes, of course." He was developing the world's worst headache.
A lad, different than the first two, he thought, came in with a tray holding a teapot and two teacups. He left them on a low table, bowed deeply.
"Thank you, Totz. You can go."
The boy did, hurrying off like he had somewhere to be.
"Please. Sit." Ceris waved toward the benches that surrounded the table.
"Thank you, Ceris." He and Ceris were equals, and he refused to treat the man with less respect than he deserved. "I was not aware I was to be transferred. Not until the papers arrived at the door."
Transferred. Traded. Discarded.
"That's unfortunate. Were you able to collect all your things?" Ceris asked, pouring out the tea.
"I brought the things that were special that I could carry. What will my duties be here? In my former home, I acted as valet and head of household -- finances, staff management, that sort of thing."
Ceris shot him a confused look. "I was led to believe you were a trained submissive, honored one."
"Yes, I was. My former master chose not to use me in that regard." Not for many years and not often when he had.
"Perhaps that's why he wagered you in the game of chance he played with our master last night." Ceris leaned forward and spoke quietly, confidentially. "He's still here, sleeping it off. It got very loud and much was imbibed. I'm very sorry for the way it happened, but maybe it's for the better. There is no where else in all of Hell that I would rather be."
"I will thrive wherever they wish me to be." He hoped. He had no choice.
Ceris looked him up and down, gaze almost like a physical touch. "I'm sure you will."
Sean
smut fixes everything
Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Wednesday Book Day
I've got two different Christmas stories that I'm self-pubbing this December.
The brand new Hammer book - Twas the Night, which features Marcus and Jim, and Billy and Tanny. Simon and Jeremy, Bellamy and Kerry, Oliver and Jack, Treat and Killian as well as Gordon and Frank are all there as well, at least at the beginning of the evening!
And a reprint - Wicked Gift - which features a couple who invite their best friend over for a week to play Top. Pretty soon, though, no one is just playing and it's very hot.
Twas the Night
The men of the Hammer come together to celebrate the holidays on Christmas Eve, sharing a meal and a toy-filled game of White Elephant. The gifts are as naughty as the men, each one chosen with care. Will everyone go home with exactly what they want?
Featuring Marcus and Jim, and Billy and Montana, along with other Hammer couples.
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Wicked Gift
Alec has the perfect gift for his lover Kono this year -- his best friend Swan.
Kono has a lot of fantasies about being a submissive, while Alec likes to watch and Swan is the best Dom he knows, so a week together fulfilling Kono's fantasies seems like just the ticket.
Of course, he hasn't taken into account that maybe there are stronger feelings at play here between all of them. Will these three men turn out to be exactly what they each need for Christmas this year?
buy links:
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Amazon - link coming soon
I think these need some smutty excerpts... we'll have to see what Smutterday brings!
Sean
smut fixes everything
The brand new Hammer book - Twas the Night, which features Marcus and Jim, and Billy and Tanny. Simon and Jeremy, Bellamy and Kerry, Oliver and Jack, Treat and Killian as well as Gordon and Frank are all there as well, at least at the beginning of the evening!
And a reprint - Wicked Gift - which features a couple who invite their best friend over for a week to play Top. Pretty soon, though, no one is just playing and it's very hot.
Twas the Night
Featuring Marcus and Jim, and Billy and Montana, along with other Hammer couples.
buy links:
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon
Wicked Gift
Kono has a lot of fantasies about being a submissive, while Alec likes to watch and Swan is the best Dom he knows, so a week together fulfilling Kono's fantasies seems like just the ticket.
Of course, he hasn't taken into account that maybe there are stronger feelings at play here between all of them. Will these three men turn out to be exactly what they each need for Christmas this year?
buy links:
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon - link coming soon
I think these need some smutty excerpts... we'll have to see what Smutterday brings!
Sean
smut fixes everything
Monday, December 5, 2016
Smutty Advent - Day 5
Smutty Excerpt:
Way woke up in a rush, pushing away from Neal and stumbling toward the bathroom. Was he late for work? What time was it? What day was it?
Fuck.
Neal’s voice flowed in from the bedroom. “Way?”
“Uh-huh. I just… work?”
“It’s Sunday, Way.”
“Oh.” Thank God.
“Come back to bed, love.”
He did his business and washed his hands before stumbling back to bed, to Neal’s warm body and waiting arms. He cuddled in with a soft sound, letting Neal cocoon him in pure happiness.
“Mmm. I do love waking up with you.” Neal rubbed their noses together before kissing him. Neal’s mouth closed over his, warm and gentle, grabbing his whole attention. Oh. Oh, morning kisses. Yes, please.
His whole body took notice, his cock beginning to fill, his nipples going hard like they were looking for Neal’s attention. Warm hums vibrated along his tongue, Neal’s happy noises intoxicating. Neal groaned for him and reached for his nipples, letting them ache.
“Needy boy.” The words sounded like something special, like a prayer.
Neal pinched his right nipple, then stroked, almost gently, and Way moaned for his lover, sharing their sounds under the blankets.
Rolling him onto his back, Neal half covered him, body hot and solid, so real. The pressure felt sort of amazing, holding him, surrounding him.
As their shared kisses continued, Neal touched him all over, fingers gentle as they brushed past his nipples, a little harder for the strokes over his abs. Neal grabbed his hips, squeezing, then brushed across his cock.
His hips rolled like they were offering Neal everything, like they totally had a mind of their own. Neal grabbed his ass in one hand, squeezing and tugging him up against Neal’s body. The thick cock pressed against his own and against his belly, Neal moving them easily together.
Way had dreamed about this type of thing—touching and rubbing together—for years, since he had been a kid and tugged himself off in the night. His dreams hadn’t been enough, though. Nowhere near.
Neal McPherson is an unattached Dom in his midtwenties and a member of the gym. One evening after working out, he notices Way’ra on the stairs and he’s immediately attracted and intrigued, so he asks Way’ra out. Unable to come up with a reason to refuse and also interested in Neal, Way’ra accepts.
There are a lot of obstacles to the relationship they attempt to build after their date, not least of which is Way’ra’s upbringing and his lingering doubts about the kinky sex Neal enjoys. But with patience and persistence, Neal might convince Way’ra not only to accept himself, but to loosen his inhibitions enough to explore and find a happy ending together.
Buy links:
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Sean
smut fixes everything
Saturday, November 26, 2016
Smutterday - The Closet Boy
Here's a smutty excerpt of my latest release!
Way’ra Bernard is only twenty years old when his parents kick him out of the house. He has been brought up to believe being gay is wrong and he is going to go to hell for it. He tried very hard not to be gay but couldn’t change the way he felt. Now he’s living furtively in a closet on the third floor of the place he’s working as a janitor—the Iron Eagle Gym.
Neal McPherson is an unattached Dom in his midtwenties and a member of the gym. One evening after working out, he notices Way’ra on the stairs and he’s immediately attracted and intrigued, so he asks Way’ra out. Unable to come up with a reason to refuse and also interested in Neal, Way’ra accepts.
There are a lot of obstacles to the relationship they attempt to build after their date, not least of which is Way’ra’s upbringing and his lingering doubts about the kinky sex Neal enjoys. But with patience and persistence, Neal might convince Way’ra not only to accept himself, but to loosen his inhibitions enough to explore and find a happy ending together.
buy links:
Dreamspinner Press (both ebook and paperback)
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon
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Neal McPherson is an unattached Dom in his midtwenties and a member of the gym. One evening after working out, he notices Way’ra on the stairs and he’s immediately attracted and intrigued, so he asks Way’ra out. Unable to come up with a reason to refuse and also interested in Neal, Way’ra accepts.
There are a lot of obstacles to the relationship they attempt to build after their date, not least of which is Way’ra’s upbringing and his lingering doubts about the kinky sex Neal enjoys. But with patience and persistence, Neal might convince Way’ra not only to accept himself, but to loosen his inhibitions enough to explore and find a happy ending together.
buy links:
Dreamspinner Press (both ebook and paperback)
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon
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Kobo
Smutty Excerpt:
Neal watched him. “You want a hand?”
“With my shoes?” He grinned over, held out a foot. “Sure.”
“I meant with all of it. Taking off each other’s clothes can be fun, sensual.” Neal grabbed the heel of his boot in one hand, his calf in the other, and tugged the footwear right off.
“It’s the middle of the day. You don’t think this is a little weird?”
“I’m hoping to make out with you in the shower, Way. I don’t think there’s an inappropriate time of day for that.”
“Right. Right. I just… I guess I think of naked as a dark thing.”
“Ah. I get that, I guess. It’s kind of how we grew up, right?” Neal helped him get his other shoe off. “But it doesn’t have to be that way. We can make it a bright, sunshiney thing.”
“Yeah.” That thought made him grin like an idiot, really.
“Happy looks good on you, Way.” Neal started to tug off his T-shirt.
“Does it?” That made perfect sense. Happiness made everything better.
“Yep.” Neal stroked his bare belly. “Pretty.”
“Thank you.” He touched the heavy muscles of Neal’s abs.
“Mmm.” Neal moved to stroke his nipples, and they began to harden, to firm up and ache. Neal took one beneath his fingers, pinching lightly.
Way’s belly tightened and his balls drew up, the zing going right to his cock.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Neal’s voice was thick, his eyes hot.
“Uh-huh. You… you want me to do it to you too?”
“I want you to do whatever you want to. There’s no tit for… well, tit here.” Neal laughed, looking pleased with himself.
Way blinked, and then the giggles started, bubbling right out of him.
Neal wrapped him up in a hug and kissed him, the sounds of their laughter getting trapped between them.
Way had never thought it could be like this—this much fun and joy.
By the time they were done kissing, Neal had his pants and underwear tugged down so all he had to do was step out of them.
“That was smooth.” He had to appreciate that, how Neal could be so suave.
Neal chuckled softly “Thank you. I admit, I was going for getting you naked so we could have that shower together. I’m too gross to make love until we’re wet and I’ve gotten rid of this sweat.”
“Soaping you up sounds fun.” He felt so daring, to tease.
Neal nodded enthusiastically. “Yes. Now we’re on the same page.”
He liked this, the idea of being on the same page, the same wavelength as Neal.
Neal’s fingers curled around his, and he followed Neal into the shower, the hot water pouring over them and turning Neal’s smooth skin into bronze.
Way grabbed the soap and lathered it between his hands before reaching for the lovely skin.
Neal reached up for the showerhead, grabbing it, leaving all that skin within easy reach for him.
“You’re lovely, but you know that, huh?” Way asked.
“I’m glad that you think so. That’s what’s important.”
“I think so. I always wanted to be a big guy, but that’s not how I’m built.”
“I like how you’re built.” Neal slid a hand across his chest, brushing his right nipple, then moved it down along his belly.
“Skinny.” He shivered and drew circles around Neal’s hipbones.
Groaning, Neal pushed into his touches. “Slender.”
“Tiny.” He moved to Neal’s navel.
“You’re not that small.” Neal stroked his cheek. “It seems to me you’re the perfect size for you.”
“I am. I’m exactly my own size.” He nuzzled into Neal’s touch.
“Uh-huh.” Neal grabbed hold of the showerhead again and arched toward him. “Don’t stop touching.”
“I won’t. I promise.” And he didn’t. He stroked the tight abs, the heavy pecs.
Neal made great noises for him, little moans and sweet groans.
Way was sort of amazed how much it excited him to arouse Neal, to let himself touch. He could see Neal’s cock getting harder with every second, with every single one of his touches.
Sean
smut fixes everything
Friday, November 25, 2016
The Closet Boy now out!
The Closet Boy is now out!
Way’ra Bernard is only twenty years old when his parents kick him out of the house. He has been brought up to believe being gay is wrong and he is going to go to hell for it. He tried very hard not to be gay but couldn’t change the way he felt. Now he’s living furtively in a closet on the third floor of the place he’s working as a janitor—the Iron Eagle Gym.
Neal McPherson is an unattached Dom in his midtwenties and a member of the gym. One evening after working out, he notices Way’ra on the stairs and he’s immediately attracted and intrigued, so he asks Way’ra out. Unable to come up with a reason to refuse and also interested in Neal, Way’ra accepts.
There are a lot of obstacles to the relationship they attempt to build after their date, not least of which is Way’ra’s upbringing and his lingering doubts about the kinky sex Neal enjoys. But with patience and persistence, Neal might convince Way’ra not only to accept himself, but to loosen his inhibitions enough to explore and find a happy ending together.
buy links:
Dreamspinner Press (both ebook and paperback)
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Kobo
Neal McPherson is an unattached Dom in his midtwenties and a member of the gym. One evening after working out, he notices Way’ra on the stairs and he’s immediately attracted and intrigued, so he asks Way’ra out. Unable to come up with a reason to refuse and also interested in Neal, Way’ra accepts.
There are a lot of obstacles to the relationship they attempt to build after their date, not least of which is Way’ra’s upbringing and his lingering doubts about the kinky sex Neal enjoys. But with patience and persistence, Neal might convince Way’ra not only to accept himself, but to loosen his inhibitions enough to explore and find a happy ending together.
buy links:
Dreamspinner Press (both ebook and paperback)
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Kobo
Excerpt:
Way snuck out of the Iron Eagle at five thirty, creeping downstairs before anyone could notice, and then settled in on a park bench to read under the streetlight. He’d had his cake on Friday and skipped his meal yesterday so that he could afford two coffees and two doughnuts.
He knew it was ridiculous. He understood that there was no way he could keep seeing Neal. He only had two shirts. Eventually Neal would notice.
So this was it. The last date. A nice coffee, a treat, a handshake, and then he’d go find a place in the park to hang out at until five, when he’d sneak back into the gym.
He wished it wasn’t so. Neal was… well, there wasn’t a thing about Neal he didn’t like. Kind, good-looking, smart, friendly, funny. Those blue eyes….
Right, and you’re a stupid kid with nothing. Seriously. No phone. No future. No schooling. You’re a janitor. Maybe in a year, when you have an apartment, a bed, maybe then you can make friends. Not now.
When he was pretty sure it was close to seven, he went to the Timmies on the corner from the gym and went in. Neal was already there, lounging in a chair and reading a paper. The sunlight glinted off his skin, making it shine.
Before he could decide this was a really bad idea and go, Neal glanced up and caught sight of him. The handsome face got even more so as Neal smiled at him, looking so pleased to see him.
He waved, tucking the book in his waistband so he could hide the little stain there, and headed in. “Good morning. What kind of doughnut do you like?”
“Well, since they don’t make that square one with the raisins anymore, I’m going to go with the honey cruller, please. And I’ve already got my coffee.” Neal raised his cup. “I was a bit early and figured you’d like me better if I already had the caffeine in my system. Also, good morning, Way. It’s nice to see you.”
“Thank you. Good morning. Let me get our breakfast. I’m starving.” He hurried to the counter and ordered two crullers and his coffee, loading it with sugar and creamer.
When he got back to the table, Neal had put aside the paper and was focused on him. Like, really focused—he could feel Neal’s gaze, almost like it was a touch. It made him feel… fluttery inside.
Stop it. Last date. Coffee. Sweet. Handshake. Over.
“How’s your weekend going?”
“I’ve worked out. A lot.” Neal chuckled and shook his head. “Anyway, I get to go back home this afternoon. Well, I went back yesterday afternoon and the place reeked of whatever crap they used. So I opened windows and stuff and am hoping to be able to move back in today. What about your?” Neal sounded genuinely interested when he asked, not like he was just being polite.
“It was fine, thank you.” He had an easy time of it on the weekends. He only had to work a few hours, and he spent the rest of his day reading in the closet.
“Cool. So what are you reading?” Neal asked. “I noticed you had a book tucked into your pants. I like a man who carries his entertainment with him.”
“It’s an old Tom Clancy.” It had been in the free bin at the library.
“Oh, those are fun. Nice long reads too.” Neal grabbed his doughnut and took a bite, humming a bit. “God, I love the sugary glaze on these.”
“Me too.” He wanted to scarf it up, but he knew better. Enjoy it as much as possible.
Neal seemed to be using the same guidelines, savoring each bite. He even moaned a little, the sound sending a shiver through Way’s body.
Just this one date. Remember it. Enjoy it.
“How’s yours?” Neal asked, licking the sugar from his lips.
God, that tongue made his toes curl, made his cock hard.
Sean
smut fixes everything
Saturday, November 19, 2016
Smutterday - Bonus Smut!
It's Bonus Smut from Velvet Quartet!
Velvet Quartet
When his mam gets sick, Bene D’Ami’s brother Malif sells his services to two different men to earn the money they need to make her better. When both of Malif’s markers are called in at the same time, Bene must step in and fulfill one of the contracts. He arrives at the Velvet Glove an innocent who would rather still be in university with his books than at the pleasure club.
For his part, Master Dumont Westingcoat just wants to have a boy who will pleasure him and who he can whip on a regular basis. He’s shocked and somewhat dismayed when he discovers that his new boy is actually completely untried, and not the experienced lifetime sub he’s paid for. How can he continue on knowing he’s been duped?
Two men come into their lives to help build a bridge between Dumont and Bene. Tupo is a Glove submissive who is happy to serve. He comes to live with Bene and Dumont until he has taught Bene all he needs to know to be the consummate sub. Meanwhile, Dumont turns to his neighbor, fellow master, Gregori, for companionship and advice.
Can these four men become something more than two masters and two subs who must figure out how to work together? Find out in the newest addition to the Velvet Glove world.
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Smutty Excerpt:
They shifted as one, Greg leaning against him so they could meet, full-bodied. Dumont gasped, the sensation of the heavy body on his own different, surprising, intoxicating. Delicious.
Perfect.
He ran his hands along Greg’s back, the silk shirt not hiding any of the shapes of his muscles and spine and they fascinated his fingers.
“Mmm. Very nice,” Greg noted softly.
He smiled against Greg’s lips.
“I’ve never made out with a man as large as you.” He’d been with many twinks, no one with muscles and strength and so much confidence.
“No?” Greg smiled. “I like to share pleasure with strong men.”
That raised so many questions, but Dumont found himself far more interested in continuing their explorations than asking them. There would be time for talking later.
He brought their mouths back together as he considered heading for the couch in the middle of the room. Greg took the glass from his hand and inclined his chin toward the couch. “Shall we?”
“Yes.” He followed Greg to the couch, smiling as the man put down their cocktails on the side table. He reached out and touched Greg’s hand, tugging him down.
“Hello, neighbor.” Greg’s smile was purely wicked. Hungry.
It made him wonder why they’d never done this before. “Hello…” Their gazes held for a long moment, and then he pushed their lips together, kissing Greg again. This time he had control of it.
Possibly because they had been busy, because he had been unhappy, because…
Greg held him, the connection solid, firm, confident. He still found that fascinating, and he leaned back a little, letting Greg hold him, keep him upright.
He ran one hand up along Greg’s stacked chest, squeezing one firm pectoral. Delicious. His cock was responding nicely to their touching and kissing, hardening right up.
Greg opened their pants, then gathered their cocks together in one hand. “This is good.”
It wasn’t a question.
“It is.” He wrapped his hand around Greg’s.
“Perfect.” They found a rhythm after a few strokes, and the pleasure made his eyes cross.
He brought their mouths back together again, wanting that lovely sensation too. They managed the kiss more easily, trading opportunities to explore, to press in. He grabbed hold of Greg’s tongue and sucked on it gently, and Greg squeezed their cocks.
He was going to come. Just from kisses and a hand job. He couldn’t remember the last time that had happened. He thought he liked it. A lot.
And it most definitely wasn’t boring.
He pushed into the kiss, pressed their torsos together, and enjoyed every second of their make-out session. He didn’t want to come too fast because he was getting off on this.
Greg hummed, backed off a bit and nibbled his bottom lip, then pushed back in to deepen the kiss. He liked it, and he slid his tongue along Greg’s, a full participant in the kiss. He felt a little buzzed—okay, more than a little, if he was honest.
It wasn’t the drink, though, he was pretty sure it wasn’t at least. This was a purely down to the chemistry between him and Greg.
He hadn’t met another Dominant that made him feel this way, not ever. He pressed their bodies together, enjoying the feeling of Greg’s muscles, not to mention the heavy ridge of that impressive dick.
He let go of their cocks in favor of sliding his fingers down to cup Greg’s balls.
“Oh.” Greg jumped, then chuckled.
He laughed too, cupping and rolling Greg’s testicles.
“That’s nice. I like the heat. Not too much pressure.”
Dumont chuckled. “Directing the scene, Greg?”
“Sharing information with my new lover.”
“That works. You’re my first non-sub lover.” He wasn’t used to being equals with his bedmates.
“It’s easier in ways. We can just touch and explore, no pressure.”
“Just the pressure to come.” But that was a different matter altogether.
“That’s a joy, though.” Greg cupped his ass, squeezed it.
Groaning, he pressed back into Greg’s hand. That easy strength was intoxicating, he had to admit. More than that, there was an innate respect for him as another Dom. It felt surprisingly arousing.
They pushed up against each other, and he fanned his hand out over Greg’s pec, continuing to play with Greg’s large balls with his other hand.
Greg squeezed his ass convulsively, fingertips digging in. Dumont enjoyed the sensations and the thought he might have bruises in the morning. Souvenirs. Reminders of a lovely evening.
Their kisses grew teeth, became more passionate as their touches drew them closer to orgasm. Greg was deliciously vocal, grunting and groaning, not holding anything back. He offered his own sounds in return, his body alight, Greg like a flame he couldn’t stay away from.
When his mam gets sick, Bene D’Ami’s brother Malif sells his services to two different men to earn the money they need to make her better. When both of Malif’s markers are called in at the same time, Bene must step in and fulfill one of the contracts. He arrives at the Velvet Glove an innocent who would rather still be in university with his books than at the pleasure club.
Two men come into their lives to help build a bridge between Dumont and Bene. Tupo is a Glove submissive who is happy to serve. He comes to live with Bene and Dumont until he has taught Bene all he needs to know to be the consummate sub. Meanwhile, Dumont turns to his neighbor, fellow master, Gregori, for companionship and advice.
Can these four men become something more than two masters and two subs who must figure out how to work together? Find out in the newest addition to the Velvet Glove world.
Buy Links:
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon
Smutty Excerpt:
They shifted as one, Greg leaning against him so they could meet, full-bodied. Dumont gasped, the sensation of the heavy body on his own different, surprising, intoxicating. Delicious.
Perfect.
He ran his hands along Greg’s back, the silk shirt not hiding any of the shapes of his muscles and spine and they fascinated his fingers.
“Mmm. Very nice,” Greg noted softly.
He smiled against Greg’s lips.
“I’ve never made out with a man as large as you.” He’d been with many twinks, no one with muscles and strength and so much confidence.
“No?” Greg smiled. “I like to share pleasure with strong men.”
That raised so many questions, but Dumont found himself far more interested in continuing their explorations than asking them. There would be time for talking later.
He brought their mouths back together as he considered heading for the couch in the middle of the room. Greg took the glass from his hand and inclined his chin toward the couch. “Shall we?”
“Yes.” He followed Greg to the couch, smiling as the man put down their cocktails on the side table. He reached out and touched Greg’s hand, tugging him down.
“Hello, neighbor.” Greg’s smile was purely wicked. Hungry.
It made him wonder why they’d never done this before. “Hello…” Their gazes held for a long moment, and then he pushed their lips together, kissing Greg again. This time he had control of it.
Possibly because they had been busy, because he had been unhappy, because…
Greg held him, the connection solid, firm, confident. He still found that fascinating, and he leaned back a little, letting Greg hold him, keep him upright.
He ran one hand up along Greg’s stacked chest, squeezing one firm pectoral. Delicious. His cock was responding nicely to their touching and kissing, hardening right up.
Greg opened their pants, then gathered their cocks together in one hand. “This is good.”
It wasn’t a question.
“It is.” He wrapped his hand around Greg’s.
“Perfect.” They found a rhythm after a few strokes, and the pleasure made his eyes cross.
He brought their mouths back together again, wanting that lovely sensation too. They managed the kiss more easily, trading opportunities to explore, to press in. He grabbed hold of Greg’s tongue and sucked on it gently, and Greg squeezed their cocks.
He was going to come. Just from kisses and a hand job. He couldn’t remember the last time that had happened. He thought he liked it. A lot.
And it most definitely wasn’t boring.
He pushed into the kiss, pressed their torsos together, and enjoyed every second of their make-out session. He didn’t want to come too fast because he was getting off on this.
Greg hummed, backed off a bit and nibbled his bottom lip, then pushed back in to deepen the kiss. He liked it, and he slid his tongue along Greg’s, a full participant in the kiss. He felt a little buzzed—okay, more than a little, if he was honest.
It wasn’t the drink, though, he was pretty sure it wasn’t at least. This was a purely down to the chemistry between him and Greg.
He hadn’t met another Dominant that made him feel this way, not ever. He pressed their bodies together, enjoying the feeling of Greg’s muscles, not to mention the heavy ridge of that impressive dick.
He let go of their cocks in favor of sliding his fingers down to cup Greg’s balls.
“Oh.” Greg jumped, then chuckled.
He laughed too, cupping and rolling Greg’s testicles.
“That’s nice. I like the heat. Not too much pressure.”
Dumont chuckled. “Directing the scene, Greg?”
“Sharing information with my new lover.”
“That works. You’re my first non-sub lover.” He wasn’t used to being equals with his bedmates.
“It’s easier in ways. We can just touch and explore, no pressure.”
“Just the pressure to come.” But that was a different matter altogether.
“That’s a joy, though.” Greg cupped his ass, squeezed it.
Groaning, he pressed back into Greg’s hand. That easy strength was intoxicating, he had to admit. More than that, there was an innate respect for him as another Dom. It felt surprisingly arousing.
They pushed up against each other, and he fanned his hand out over Greg’s pec, continuing to play with Greg’s large balls with his other hand.
Greg squeezed his ass convulsively, fingertips digging in. Dumont enjoyed the sensations and the thought he might have bruises in the morning. Souvenirs. Reminders of a lovely evening.
Their kisses grew teeth, became more passionate as their touches drew them closer to orgasm. Greg was deliciously vocal, grunting and groaning, not holding anything back. He offered his own sounds in return, his body alight, Greg like a flame he couldn’t stay away from.
Sean
smut fixes everything
Smutterday - Velvet Quartet
As promised, a smutty excerpt from the brand new Velvet Glove novel.
Velvet Quartet
When his mam gets sick, Bene D’Ami’s brother Malif sells his services to two different men to earn the money they need to make her better. When both of Malif’s markers are called in at the same time, Bene must step in and fulfill one of the contracts. He arrives at the Velvet Glove an innocent who would rather still be in university with his books than at the pleasure club.
For his part, Master Dumont Westingcoat just wants to have a boy who will pleasure him and who he can whip on a regular basis. He’s shocked and somewhat dismayed when he discovers that his new boy is actually completely untried, and not the experienced lifetime sub he’s paid for. How can he continue on knowing he’s been duped?
Two men come into their lives to help build a bridge between Dumont and Bene. Tupo is a Glove submissive who is happy to serve. He comes to live with Bene and Dumont until he has taught Bene all he needs to know to be the consummate sub. Meanwhile, Dumont turns to his neighbor, fellow master, Gregori, for companionship and advice.
Can these four men become something more than two masters and two subs who must figure out how to work together? Find out in the newest addition to the Velvet Glove world.
Buy Links:
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon
Smutty Excerpt:
“All I’m going to do is make you feel good. Is that okay, D’Ami? I’m going to make you feel so good.”
“Yes. Yes, it’s okay.” More than okay.
Tupo beamed at him, and then he watched as Tupo’s tongue came out to lick across the head of his cock. It took a second to actually feel the rush of heat, the wild pleasure that made him gasp.
Tupo smiled, then licked again, tongue sliding across his slit. Then Tupo shifted gears, licking from the base of his cock up along it, and all Bene could do was watch and feel it slowly growing beneath Tupo’s sweet licks.
His balls drew up, the sensation shocking, stunning, the long licks drawing his cock to its full length. Tupo hummed and rubbed his cheek against Bene’s erection.
He could feel every bit of soft hair as it fell against him, tickling his shaft.
When Tupo had licked every part of Bene’s cock, he took the head into his mouth and sucked very gently. It felt incredible. He couldn’t believe what he was feeling, how his balls drew up tight.
Tupo continued to suck on Bene’s cockhead, but he began using his tongue as well, flicking it back and forth across his slit.
“Tupo! Tupo!” He didn’t even have words for the sensations that rocked him.
Tupo hummed, and that sensation vibrated through him.
His balls ached and his shoulders rolled up, his belly so tight. It was so big, almost too big, and he couldn’t decide if he wanted it to go further or if he wanted it to end.
Then Tupo sucked hard and he didn’t have a choice anymore. He came, crying out over and over as he filled Tupo’s mouth. Tupo swallowed his come, throat working, proving that he wanted to get every drop.
“Oh.” He reached down, stroking Tupo’s hair. “Thank you.”
Tupo drew off gently, lapping at his flesh and making shivers flow through him.
Sean
smut fixes everything
Velvet Quartet
When his mam gets sick, Bene D’Ami’s brother Malif sells his services to two different men to earn the money they need to make her better. When both of Malif’s markers are called in at the same time, Bene must step in and fulfill one of the contracts. He arrives at the Velvet Glove an innocent who would rather still be in university with his books than at the pleasure club.
Two men come into their lives to help build a bridge between Dumont and Bene. Tupo is a Glove submissive who is happy to serve. He comes to live with Bene and Dumont until he has taught Bene all he needs to know to be the consummate sub. Meanwhile, Dumont turns to his neighbor, fellow master, Gregori, for companionship and advice.
Can these four men become something more than two masters and two subs who must figure out how to work together? Find out in the newest addition to the Velvet Glove world.
Buy Links:
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon
Smutty Excerpt:
“All I’m going to do is make you feel good. Is that okay, D’Ami? I’m going to make you feel so good.”
“Yes. Yes, it’s okay.” More than okay.
Tupo beamed at him, and then he watched as Tupo’s tongue came out to lick across the head of his cock. It took a second to actually feel the rush of heat, the wild pleasure that made him gasp.
Tupo smiled, then licked again, tongue sliding across his slit. Then Tupo shifted gears, licking from the base of his cock up along it, and all Bene could do was watch and feel it slowly growing beneath Tupo’s sweet licks.
His balls drew up, the sensation shocking, stunning, the long licks drawing his cock to its full length. Tupo hummed and rubbed his cheek against Bene’s erection.
He could feel every bit of soft hair as it fell against him, tickling his shaft.
When Tupo had licked every part of Bene’s cock, he took the head into his mouth and sucked very gently. It felt incredible. He couldn’t believe what he was feeling, how his balls drew up tight.
Tupo continued to suck on Bene’s cockhead, but he began using his tongue as well, flicking it back and forth across his slit.
“Tupo! Tupo!” He didn’t even have words for the sensations that rocked him.
Tupo hummed, and that sensation vibrated through him.
His balls ached and his shoulders rolled up, his belly so tight. It was so big, almost too big, and he couldn’t decide if he wanted it to go further or if he wanted it to end.
Then Tupo sucked hard and he didn’t have a choice anymore. He came, crying out over and over as he filled Tupo’s mouth. Tupo swallowed his come, throat working, proving that he wanted to get every drop.
“Oh.” He reached down, stroking Tupo’s hair. “Thank you.”
Tupo drew off gently, lapping at his flesh and making shivers flow through him.
Sean
smut fixes everything
Friday, November 18, 2016
The New Velvet Glove is here!
It's here! My brand new Velvet Glove novel is now available!
This is the third in the VG Resurrection series, following the people in the new renovated Velvet Glove. Hawk has a cameo in this one.
One question I am asked more than any other is what happened to the original Velvet Glove, well, if you check out Velvet Blade - it's all in there. You can get all 21 of the previous Velvet Glove books on sale for 25% off on All Romance Ebooks until the end of November. Velvet Quartet is also on sale for 25% off.
Velvet Quartet
When his mam gets sick, Bene D’Ami’s brother Malif sells his services to two different men to earn the money they need to make her better. When both of Malif’s markers are called in at the same time, Bene must step in and fulfill one of the contracts. He arrives at the Velvet Glove an innocent who would rather still be in university with his books than at the pleasure club.
For his part, Master Dumont Westingcoat just wants to have a boy who will pleasure him and who he can whip on a regular basis. He’s shocked and somewhat dismayed when he discovers that his new boy is actually completely untried, and not the experienced lifetime sub he’s paid for. How can he continue on knowing he’s been duped?
Two men come into their lives to help build a bridge between Dumont and Bene. Tupo is a Glove submissive who is happy to serve. He comes to live with Bene and Dumont until he has taught Bene all he needs to know to be the consummate sub. Meanwhile, Dumont turns to his neighbor, fellow master, Gregori, for companionship and advice.
Can these four men become something more than two masters and two subs who must figure out how to work together? Find out in the newest addition to the Velvet Glove world.
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There will be a smutty excerpt tomorrow, but for now, here is a non-smutty excerpt:
Bene D’Ami stared at the huge building, his head throbbing. He couldn’t do this.
He couldn’t. Malif had been wrong. This was a terrible mistake and he couldn’t do this. He couldn’t walk up to this huge, shining building and tell them he was there to belong to another man to be used for five full cycles.
Mam was so sick, though, and Malif had sold his own favors. To two men at the same time. No one had imagined both men would call in their markers at the same time.
No one. And now.
Now here he was.
He found his comm and called up his brother. “I can’t do this.”
“Of course you can, Bene. You look just like me. Enough to pass anyway. It’s not like we can pay the money back, and if I get sent to jail for fraud, we’ll lose the money I’m making, too.” Malif leaned close to the comm camera. “It’s only five cycles. I know you can do this. You might even enjoy it!”
“Five cycles. I’ve only been alive twenty!”
“I’m sorry, Bene. I am. I had to do it for Mam. I never thought they’d both call in their markers at the same time. Never.”
“But I don’t know how to be… a pleasure worker.”
“You aren’t. I took that job. You’ll be someone’s pet. One person. One man. That’s it.”
“But he’s expecting you. Malif, you’re so… so flamboyant and exciting and I am not.”
“You’re special in your own right, Bene. Besides, he doesn’t know me, he’s only seen holos of me, and we’re always being mistaken for each other, so that’s not going to be a problem. Please, Bene. For Mam.”
“What if I can’t please him?”
“You will. Be brave, little brother. Maybe you need more of a life than those books gave you.”
“I love my books, and my life was just fine before you ruined it!”
Malif’s eyes narrowed. “I told you what happened, and Mam is alive because I brought in the money to pay for her operations. I’m very sorry you don’t get to spend the rest of your life buried in those books and without any responsibilities, but that’s tough. You’re going to be fine. Just go to the desk and tell them that you’re Malif D’Ami for Dumont Westingcoat. And bam, you’re as good as gold. Just do it already.” With that, the comm went dark.
“But I’m not. I’m not Malif. My name is Bene.” He felt his cheeks begin to burn. “My name is Bene D’Ami. Dammit.”
He looked up at the building that housed the Velvet Glove, where he was meant to go meet his… his master for the next five cycles. It rose up toward the sky, towering over the rest of the buildings, the glass and steel it was made of the most incredible lilacs, mauves, and purples. It was both beautiful and imposing.
It was horrifying.
It was the thought of his mam that had him walking to the stairs that led to the huge doors. His legs shook, his hands opened and closed convulsively.
The doorman—doorman—opened the door for him. “Good afternoon, sir.”
Once he was through the door, a pretty man at the front desk smiled at him. “Good afternoon, sir. How can I help you?”
“I’m Mr. D’Ami for Mr. Westingc-c-coat, please.”
“Ah yes, he left a note that he was expecting you. We’ll get you checked in. You’ll have slave access to the building and to his suites.”
Slave access.
It took everything he had not to turn and run.
The guy took his picture, then turned a comm unit toward him. “Place your right palm on the screen, please.”
He held his hand out, the whole thing shaking like a nimboc leaf. The guy guided his hand to where it should be.
“Everything’s going to be okay. I was new once too. This is a good place.”
“I hope so. I’m so scared.”
“Your master will come down to get you and he’ll take care of you.” The guy looked at the comm unit. “You’re in the system now. Good. We have everything we need except for your safeword.”
“Safeword.” He’d read about this, but he didn’t want to have to have one. “Right. It’s emerald.” His favorite color.
“Emerald. Got it. And now that’s registered. I’ll let Master Westingcoat know you’re here. Do you have any luggage with you?”
“Just my bag.” His bookreader and another suit and his pajamas.
“We could bring it up for you if you like,” the man offered with a kind smile.
“I’m fine. Seriously. I’m okay. I’ll just stand here out of the way.”
“Don’t you want to come inside the building proper?”
He shook his head.
“I think your master will want you to be waiting in the lobby for him. And I’ll get you a glass of water or some other drink if you’d prefer.”
Water? As in real water?
“Okay.” The promise of real water was fascinating, too much to deny.
He went in past the second set of doors, and the man came around to hand him a glass full of clear liquid. “Go sit on one of the benches. I’m sure your master will be here soon.”
“Thank you. You’re very kind.” He carried the water carefully, going to sit on a bench and trying to make himself as small as possible.
The water was indeed real water and tasted like no water he’d ever had the pleasure to drink before. And it was clear! Absolutely clear. It was sweet, cold, and lovely. He wondered if Malif had this where he was.
A shadow fell over him and he looked up. The man standing over him was stunning. He was tall, with broad shoulders, a handsome face, and the greenest eyes Bene had ever seen.
Sean
smut fixes everything
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