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.

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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

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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.

Sean

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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.

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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
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The Dragon Soul Series - Branded By Flames

So, I went to an editor meeting with Carina Press last April at RT. My first pitch meeting and OMG, scary. But! I had a new series. An awesome new series and the first book was already complete, I knew the main characters for the next four of the books and I was excited about it. That helped.

The good news was it didn't even take the whole five minutes it was scheduled for before the editor I was meeting with gave me the contact info and told me to sub it.

Long story short, I've signed a contract for the whole five book Dragon Soul series and the first book is edited and will be released in January!

And I have a fantastic cover!

Introducing a brand new male/male dragon shifter series from bestselling LGBTQ author Sean Michael! 

Meet the Beteferoce brothers. Five dragon shifters, each with a strong elemental power. And each with a fierce desire to find his soul mate...

For years, dragon shifter-cum-firefighter Jake has been searching his for his mate, but he’s beginning to tire of the search. Maybe soul mates are only for the lucky few.

Then he meets Shae.

A former Navy welder, Shae is handsome, talented, into power play and rough sex, and covered in dragon tattoos. All of this suits the shape-shifting dragon just fine--until he finds out that Shae literally has Jake’s family crest already tattooed on him. A coincidence? Or something more…

Jake must convince Shae to trust him as a man and as a Dom before the heat between them burns out of control. Becoming a dragon’s mate is not without danger, and Shae will need Jake’s guidance—and love—if he’s going to make it through alive.

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I'm so excited for it to be the end of January! Also, I have already turned in the second book in the series (Seduced by the Tide) and I'm working on the third (Bound by Thorns). On top of that, I do believe the series has inspired a side series or two that I'd totally already be writing if I didn't have deadlines on my plate!

Sean

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Contest Winner and New Contest

Congrats to SMM, winner of an ebook copy of From the Get Go (which is on pre-order at Dreamspinner and will be available for download on September 28).

So it's time for a new contest and I found a little plush white bear and plush lion to represent Harry and Metro from Shifter Rescue: Spirit. So just send me an email -- seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (without the spaces) -- with "plushy spirit" in the subject line before midnight Thursday next week. I will randomly choose a winner on Friday. I do mail items overseas (yes, even to Australia) so feel free to enter no matter where you live.

When spirit-bear shifter Harry bursts into the Old Tavern, Pirou is more than happy to offer sanctuary to the bleeding and terrified man. After all, hysterical and clearly abused, Harry is just the kind of shifter the rescue operation is made for.

Metro is a friend of the rescue who comes in once a month to do the books. When he sees Harry, he feels sympathy for the little bear, and something deeper, too. As he spends more time with Harry, Metro falls for him. But will Harry ever be able to let go of the things that were done to him long enough to let Metro in?

Only time and patience will tell. Fortunately Metro's got both...

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Sean

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Book Day Wednesday - the Underground Edition

It's here! Underground: Emergency Services it available at both Amazon and All Romance Ebooks!

Underground: Emergency Services

Can love truly conquer all?

Jet Wannabi has been working undercover for over a year with nothing more than the odd furtive phone call to his lover and master, Blaze Swanson. All that’s about to change, though, as a year’s worth of work is coming to a head in the biggest bust Jet has ever been a part of. When the SWAT and Narcotics teams roll in early, Jet gets trapped between them and the bad guys, with disastrous results.

Firefighter Blaze Swanson is more than ready to have his lover and sub home with him when he finds out that Jet’s been hurt in the bust. He gets to the hospital as fast as humanly possible, only to find out that Jet has banned Blaze from seeing him. Jet believes he’s ruined and that letting Blaze go to live his life is the right thing to do.

Blaze is going to have to call on all of his stubbornness, love, patience and abilities as a Dom to convince Jet that not only do they need each other, but the lifestyle they’ve enjoyed in the past is not out of reach, not if Jet puts his trust in his master to take care of him.

Join Blaze and Jet on their journey to rediscover how they fit together.

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And to celebrate the release of Emergency Services, I have put Special Teams on sale - well, it's on sale on All Romance, I had to actually change the price of it to 3.99 on Amazon as they don't have any way to put things on sale.

Underground: Special Teams

When Hunter Simms goes undercover at an underground BDSM party, the last thing he expects to see is SWAT’s leading shooter Keifer Magnessen bound, gagged, plugged and very bare. He is immediately drawn to Keifer, and wants to get to know his fellow cop better. Much better.

With such a high stress job, Keifer needs to give up control on his down time in order to decompress, but it’s a secret he holds close to his vest. So, when Hunter walks into his chosen place to submit, he tries to cut and run. Lucky for him, Hunter is shrewd, persistent and quite possibly just the Dom that Keifer needs.

Can these two strong men find a way to make their personal lives mesh?

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Sean
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Sexy Shifters

All Romance Ebooks has taken a number of my paranormal out of print books and are reprinting them. Thank you ARE! Also thank you for the amazing covers!

The first three have been on pre-order but are now officially out!

A Private Hunger

What happens when you find out the man you’re in love with is actually a dragon?

Matthew is taking a break before going to university, working at a cafe in Seattle. He expects to spend a few months meeting people, having fun and generally living it up before hitting the books. Then he meets Drakon, a passionate, masculine man with an animal magnetism that draws Matthew in. 

As Matthew moves in with Drakon on his country estate and slowly finds himself cut off from the world around him, he begins to wonder if that animal magnetism is more literal than figurative and if Drakon would be more aptly named Dragon.

Will Matthew stay with the man he’s growing to love once he discovers Drakon’s long-lived, carefully guarded secret?

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Royal Line

Where’s the common ground between a tiger shifter foot soldier and his prince?

Grio has one job—find dormant tiger shifters and introduce them to the world of Saffron Tigers. When he finds Professor Phoenix Lamoure, he discovers that Headquarters got a couple of key points wrong. Phoenix isn’t actually a professor but Saffron Tiger royalty…a member of the lost royal line.

Phoenix didn’t have things easy growing up. His mother spent most of her life in a mental institution, and he spent his formative years in foster care. When a stranger approaches to learn about his family history, he’s wary. When said stranger actually kidnaps him, all bets are off!

Can he ever believe what Grio says? Or will he be forever convinced that he’s as crazy as his mother was?

*Includes a preview of A PRIVATE HUNGER

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The Moon

The first full moon is always the hardest.

Danny McMann has been busy on pack business for weeks and just wants to spend the upcoming full moon deep in the woods with his pack—running, hunting, napping and generally goofing off. The last thing he wants to hear is that they’ve got another man on their hands who’s been bitten and about to turn with the arrival of the full moon.

Hammond Argyle was bitten by his assailant in a bar fight a few weeks ago. He’s been in a foul mood ever since and it’s only getting worse. As is the way his skin itches and feels like it doesn’t fit him anymore. When someone starts lurking round, following him, it’s about all he can take.

Will Danny be able to help Hammond through his first change and beyond?

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Sean

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Smutterday - Reclaiming

The first book in the Immortal Ink series -- Reclaiming -- is currently available for early download at Pride Publishing (look for it to be available through the distributors on September 13).

I have to admit, the reader advisory on this one makes me grin - beware there's biting and bloodplay in this story about vampires! I would have thought that was kind of a given, seeing as they're... you know, vampires :) Suffice it to say, this one is mucho kinky! And also - I love the last line of the smutty excerpt I'm sharing here today.

Reclaiming

Beau thought Aaron was dead to him… Imagine his surprise when his former lover slinks into his tattoo shop.

Eight months ago, vampire Beaudelaire Delacourte had it all. As a tattoo artist, he used his special ink and spells to permanently tattoo other immortals and spent countless hours feeding and indulging in BDSM with his human lover, Aaron. Then he asked to turn Aaron so his lover could join him permanently, but Aaron refused, not willing to give up his humanity. 

Since then, Beau has kept his head down and stayed in his shop, only interacting with his clients who all come for his special brand of ink.

When Aaron shows up on his doorstep, half-dead and apologizing Beau is shocked to learn that his boy was turned at the local vampire club by Stephan, another vampire. Not only was Aaron turned, but his chest was torn open, his fangs were broken and he was left in an alley to die. Spurred by the need to see Beau one last time, Aaron has been hiding in an abandoned building until he found the strength to make it to Beau’s shop.

Beau takes his boy in again, promising that Aaron will earn his place back in Beau’s bed, and vowing that he will take revenge on Stephan. Unbeknownst to Beau, Aaron is only the first in a long line of humans who Stephan has created then turned out to fend for themselves. As Beau discovers that this is only one of the old rules that Stephan has broken, he and Aaron are drawn into a web of intrigue that can only end in someone’s death.

Reader Advisory: This books contains severe biting and bloodplay during sex between vampires. There is also a scene of fisting and some scenes of violence.

Buy link: 

Pride Publishing

Smutty excerpt:

"That’s why I bound you with the honeysuckle.” Beau traced the tattoo again. “Do you understand? I’ve bound you to me with my tattoo. It will last forever and you will be mine as long as you wear it. I have added my will to yours with these sigils.”

“Yours.” Aaron's silent heart felt as if it could beat at that.

“That’s right.” Suddenly Beau kissed him, hard and toothy. Necessary.

His eyes went wide, and he stared into Beau’s beautiful dark eyes. God, he hadn’t forgotten how stunning Beau was. Beau stared right back, the kiss not easing for a second.

Aaron reached up, fingers tangling in the heavy mass of hair, the ebony strands raw silk. Beau growled for him again, the sound pleased rather than angry this time. Then Beau bit at his lower lip, enough to make him bleed, he sting almost delicious.

He gasped, his body trying hard to respond, his cock actually trying to respond. Then Beau clipped his own lip, the drops slipping into Aaron’s mouth. The blood tasted of fire, and he cried out, the rush unlike anything he’d ever felt. One drop after another dripped onto his tongue, his body absorbing it like a sponge.

His whole body felt alive, electric. He began to rock, the fabric of his clothes too rough, the dirt in the fibers unbearable. Whether Beau knew somehow or wanted him naked, it didn’t matter, the results were the same. Beau ripped his clothing from him, baring his skin to the air. And Beau’s touch.

He muttered out his thanks, his agony, even as he worried about the heavy scars that covered him. Beau dragged his fingers along Aaron’s skin, nails scoring him, the wounds healing immediately. The sensations confused him, aroused him and worried him. Mostly they made him want to bite.

More drops poured into his mouth as Beau kissed him, each one making things more intense. He cried out, arched into Beau’s body. Beau tongue-fucked his mouth, leading his body into a dance.

Insane. This was making him utterly insane.

Rolling on top of him, Beau rocked against him. Beau was as hard as he was. The desire stole his breath and gave him something dangerous. It gave him hope.

Beau moved slowly, thrusting against him, the huge, hard cock pushing and rubbing on his own, and every time Aaron began to worry, to doubt, another drop of blood slid into his lips, distracting him. Arousing him. Beau’s blood made him feel invincible.

“See, child? I told you I would protect you.”

“Beau,” he breathed out the name.

“Yes. And don’t you forget it. Don’t you ever forget I am your true Master.” 

Beau continued to move, driving him higher. Aaron’s cock began to leak, heated drops forming at the tip. It slicked the way, Beau moving faster.

“Smell you, A.”

“I thought… I thought I’d never…” Not for an eternity.

“You weren’t with the one you were made for. Now you are.”

All Aaron could do was groan. Was this real, true?

Beau moved faster, drops of blood continuing to fall into Aaron’s mouth and making him feel more vigorous, more everything. Suddenly Beau pushed him over, rubbing them together, the friction enough to make Aaron twist.

“You’re going to come for me, Aaron. You’re going to feel it shooting through your body and out your cock.”

“Will it feel the same?” He’d dreamed of coming in Beau’s arms since he’d been turned, but had never once believed it could be true. Hell, this was the first time he’d been hard since he’d been turned.

“I don’t know—I’ve been like this a very long time.”

And Beau was perfect.

Beau bit into his lips again. “You’ll have to tell me.”

Any pleasure was more than Aaron had ever prayed for, so it didn’t matter if it were the same or nowhere near as good.

Beau rocked harder, their bodies tight together, and an ache began to build inside Aaron, the sensation huge, fierce and more than he could comprehend.

Head dropping to Aaron’s throat, Beau threatened his skin with those sharp incisors. Aaron lifted his chin, because what else was he going to do? This he understood. This he believed in.

When Beau’s teeth sank into his skin again, Aaron felt it throughout his entire body. He screamed silently, his hips jerking. Beau sucked hard, pulling Aaron’s orgasm right out of him, cum pouring from his cock.

This wasn’t coming, though. This was dissolving. This was dying, and it felt so good.

Sean

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Humping Day Excerpt - The Luckiest Master

I thought I'd share a smutty excerpt from The Luckiest Master, which is currently on pre-order and will be available for download on Monday.

When Master Damien Richardson (Day to his friends) takes over the front desk manager job at the Iron Eagle Gym, he knows he’s going to need an assistant. But finding the right person for the job is harder than he thought it would be. When he meets Saw, he thinks he’s found the solution to all his problems, and maybe something more.

Sawyer Whitehead lost his master to a tragic car accident some years ago, and since then one opportunity after another has gone sour on him. Thoroughly convinced he’s cursed and a jinx to everything and everyone he touches, he refuses to officially become Day’s assistant because he knows that as soon as he does, something terrible will happen. He’s even more determined not to get involved with Day, despite his attraction, because it would kill him to be responsible for tragedy befalling the lovely man.

Day must convince Saw that he’s not cursed and that together, they can face any challenge that comes their way—in both their professional and personal partnerships.

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Smutty Excerpt:

Master Day cupped one of his cheeks, holding his gaze. “I’m going to be fine. So are you. Take the leap with me. I want to bring you such pleasure.”

“You promise?”

Master Day stood and held a hand out to him. “I promise, Saw. I promise.”

It took everything that Saw had, but he reached out for it. Master Day drew him up and brought their mouths together, the kiss soft. Master Day’s hand remained wrapped around his, the other cupping the back of his neck, tilting him slightly as the kiss deepened.

Saw arched, their bodies rocking together, nice and steady. Groaning, Master Day tugged him even closer. He could feel the strong muscles, and the thick cock, hard at Master Day’s middle. There was nothing to do but shudder and press closer and push deeper into their kiss.

Master Day began to move, walking backward and bringing him along. They made it into the living area, then to the stairs.

“I think we’re going to have to stop kissing for a few moments.” Master Day licked Saw’s lips and rubbed their noses together.

“That’s probably true.” He didn’t need Master Day falling down the stairs.

Master Day kissed him again, then took his hand and led him up the stairs. They went quickly, Master Day clearly eager to pick back up where they’d left off. The upstairs was simple—a window and two doors.

“Like I said, tour later.” Master Day took him to the door at the end and they went in, the room large, but all he really saw was the king-size bed.

Master Day drew Saw right to it, then tugged him close again, mouth pressing against his. This kiss wasn’t easy, gentle. This one stole his breath and his good sense. Moaning, Master Day grabbed his ass, squeezing and pulling him close. It had been so long and it felt so good.

His cock was hard and aching, his balls full and tight.

Master Day began to unbutton his shirt. “I want to tear your clothes off and make mad love to you, but I also want it to last all night long.”

“Yes, Master.” Oh, he loved to be able to say that.

Master Day moaned at his words and pulled him close, kissing him hard once again. His eyes rolled up, his heart pounding strong and quick. Master Day kept kissing him, fingers fumbling with his shirt once again. It felt amazing to know he affected this man so much. Master Day opened his shirt, then tugged it off his shoulders, fingers moving to stroke him skin on skin. He swore he could feel tingles wherever Master Day touched him.He sucked in, his belly aching with need.

“Pretty baby.” Master Day stroked his abs, fingers tracing his muscles and leaving the tingles behind. Goose bumps broke out, the ache increasing. He hadn’t done this in so, so long.

Sean

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Smutterday - Three Wishes

The Three Wishes books now have a new series name - Rainbow Island - and I will be writing a third book in the series for Pride Publishing, who are republishing the first two books in the series.

Three Wishes

Come to Rainbow Island, where all your sexual fantasies will come true.

In Three Wishes, James, Guard and Damien bring in three different couples for their special fantasy-granting services. Handsome model Benji is tired of being perfect, and he wants to make his body his own. Thor, tattoo artist and piercer, as well as Dom, is just the man to do it. Will Benji find what he’s looking for?

Meanwhile, Alan and Roman are a long-time sub/Dom couple looking to have a few outside Masters give Alan all the things that Roman can’t. Will their relationship survive Alan’s strong reaction to one of the Masters?

The last couple to visit the island are Quinn and Pierce. Quinn has medical fetishes he’s embarrassed to tell his lover Pierce about even though Pierce is a doctor. So he’s going to get it out of his system in this safe environment. At least that’s the plan…

Don’t miss out on these fantasies come true.

Available for early download at Pride Publishing.


Smutty Excerpt:

“Sir. Sir…” The pretty cock started to fill, swell.

“Yes. Such a good boy. Such a responsive boy.”

Benji blushed, lips parted, so hungry. He pressed his lips to Benji’s, tongue slipping in.

“Master.” The word was whispered into his mouth, sweet, soft, just a breath.

He deepened the kiss, emotion swelling up inside him. Benji’s arms wrapped around him, as he held on, staying close. He shifted Benji so the man was straddling his thighs, their cocks pressed tight between them. They started shifting, moving, Benji riding his lap, moaning into his kiss. He wrapped his hands around Benji’s ass, encouraging the movements.

Benji’s eyes were open, watching him, letting him in. He pushed the kiss deeper, taking more and more. His boy was leaking against him, cock dripping and sliding against his belly. Slick, hot, so soft and hard at the same time. Thor loved it.

He bit at Benji’s lips, and pinched the unadorned nipple. The moan that pushed between his lips was pure need.

He pulled one hand between them, wrapping it around their cocks. He groaned at the sensation of Benji’s cock against his. He bit at Benji’s lips, tugged them, made them swell. He wanted to growl. He wanted to claim the man as his, right now.

Those eyes were so big, so needy, staring into him. He held the gaze, put what he was feeling into it. Benji nodded once, breathing him in. Groaning, he stood, holding onto Benji as he moved to the bed. His. His boy. Damn it. And they both knew it.

He pushed Benji onto the bed and drove into him. Benji dragged him close, kept him right there, happy sounds pushing into his lips. He began to pound into Benji’s body, their hips working hard. His. His. Thor wanted to scream. He pressed harder into Benji. He pressed faster into him.

“Sir. Sir. So good.” Beautiful. His boy.

“Show me. Come for me.” Thor wanted that to make him come, too.

“Yes!” Benji arched, that sweet hole gripping him with a fierce hold, and cum sprayed in thick ropes over the inked chest.

So fucking gorgeous.

He let go, his cum filling the condom as his body jerked over Benji. Benji’s lips opened and closed, a happy sound leaving them.

He rested against Benji, the man’s cum hot between them. He’d have to sterilize the tattoos and cream them, but they could lie like this for a moment or two and just be.

Sean

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Smutterday - Losing His Cover: The Club

Home for two and a half weeks now, now retired undercover cop Alex must begin to deal with what he’s going to do with the rest of his life.

His husband, Bruce, has gone back to work after taking a two week vacation, and Alex is alone for the whole day for the first time since dropping the mantle of his undercover persona “Nicky”.

It is through Bruce’s work at a BDSM bar/club that he and Alex make the biggest inroads into expelling Alex’s undercover persona for good, and bringing Alex completely home in body, mind and spirit.

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“You don’t want to get naked?” He sat on the mattress, stretching until his back popped.

“I kind of like the dynamic of you being naked and needy while I’m still fully dressed.”

Alex pinked and, for the first time in years, thought about covering his cock with his hand.

Bruce’s gaze swept over him, his husband’s admiration absolutely clear. Then Bruce opened the wardrobe and began looking through it. “I’m looking for a cock ring. Don’t want you coming too soon.”

“Are we going to be here for more than a quickie?”

“I think you need more than a quickie.” Bruce grabbed something from the wardrobe then came back to him. “I think you need it long and hard.”

“Listen to you.” He reached out, cupped Bruce’s cock through his slacks.

“That’s feeling, not listening,” Bruce noted, pushing his hips forward, the heavy prick moving into his hand.

“Listening…” He leaned forward, nuzzled Bruce’s belly.

Bruce groaned for him. “You going to distract me with your ‘listening’?”

“I like distracting you.”

Bruce’s hand dropped onto his head, stroking over his hair. “Yeah, I like it, too.”

“You want me to suck you, love?”

“I do. But first I want to watch you put this on.” Bruce handed him the cock ring. “Sit back and spread your legs and let me watch.”

The cold metal ring slowly warmed in his hand.

“I love watching you touch yourself. It turns me on.” Bruce’s gaze never left him.

“Perv,” he teased, but he eased the ring down along his shaft and carefully worked his sac through the heavy metal.

Bruce licked his lips. “Uh-huh. I’m a big old perv when it comes to you.”

“That’s okay with me. When it comes to me, that is.”

“I like this possessive streak you’ve developed.” Bruce leaned in and touched his cock, his balls, checking how he’d put on the ring.

“I just want to be enough for you.” His testicles were pushed out, making an obscene package.

“More than enough. You’re perfect.” Bruce stroked his sac, the sensation enough to make him shiver hard. “Mmm. I love how you look like this—a little vulnerable, a lot exposed.”

Alex tugged at Bruce’s slacks, wanting them together, wanting skin.

“You think I should take ‘em off? I kind of like it like this.” Bruce lay down with him, pressing him down into the mattress, the material of his clothing seemed rough against Alex’s skin.

“I’ll leak on your power suit.” And Bruce had to walk home in something.

Bruce started to giggle, the sound sweet and happy.

He rolled them, landing on Bruce’s thighs, grabbing his lover’s wrists and pulling them up over Bruce’s head. Bruce rolled them again, putting him on the bottom this time.

Damn, that casual strength was so erotic, so arousing. Bruce rocked against him, the drag of material once again rough and delicious. Bruce kissed him, teeth dragging on his lips.

He wrapped one hand around the back of Bruce’s head and pulled them tighter together.

“Always so pushy.” Bruce was all smiles, rubbing against him, then diving in for another kiss. Then another and another.

He wasn’t pushy. He just loved Bruce beyond all reason.

Bruce grabbed his hands and tugged them up over his head, stretching him up long.

“Hey.” He wiggled, letting himself sink into the stretch because it felt so good.

Bruce smiled. “Hey.” Then his lover placed one kiss after another along his arm, the soft inner skin sensitive, tingling. His fingers clenched into fists, then relaxed, over and over.

“Leave your arms up here,” Bruce whispered against his mouth, hands dragging down along his arms.

“I’ll try, love.” He moaned, wiggling until his ass made a comfortable spot.

“You’ll do it. I believe in you.”

“I know.” He counted on it.

Bruce beamed at him and cupped his face, smiling down at him, fingers touching on his face like little raindrops.

“Love.” He blinked nice and slow, and he could hear his heart beating, lub-dub, lub-dub.

“Yeah. Just you and me. No one else is allowed here. No one.” Bruce’s smile felt good against his throat.

He nodded and lifted his chin to get a little more.

Bruce’s kisses grew teeth, the suction going straight to his toes.

Sean

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Smutterday - Tasting

Find out how it all began for Peter and Christian.

Before Toby met Damon, Peter and Christian found each other on the internet.

Still in the army, Christian was inexperienced in not only BDSM, but sex altogether. Still, he has yearnings and furtively explores them in online chatrooms.

Luckily for Christian, seasoned Dom Peter recognizes Christian’s lack of experience and a kindred spirit in the man, and they take their conversations to text messages and Skype calls.

After Christian’s last deployment and only a few months before his discharge, he takes leave and visits Peter so the two men can see if they are as compatible in person as they seem to be online.

This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

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“Anyway. No thinking about your job. Right now you’re a naked man in my shower, getting washed with my magic loofah of love.” Peter put on a cheesy voice for the last few words.

Christian blinked once, then started laughing, the little joke just hitting his funny bone. Peter looked pleased at having made him laugh and now the touches along his ribs were more tickles than caresses, Peter’s low chuckles joining his laughter as he wriggled and twitched.

He reached for Peter and started touching back, almost tickling himself. It was easier like this, when he felt like he got it.

Peter groaned and began pushing into his touches, the laughter fading as everything became overtly sexual now. He explored Peter—chest and belly, hips and ass, then he moved to jack Peter’s cock like he wanted to.

“You want to taste me?” Peter asked. “To go down on your knees and take my cock in your mouth?”

What if he gagged? What if he puked? What if…? “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“Then do it. Get down on your knees for me because I have to tell you, I want your mouth. I want it so bad. I want to watch my cock sliding between your lips. I want to feel the heat of your mouth sucking at me.”

He groaned, dragging his fingers over Peter’s lips. God, the man was good at that. Smiling, Peter grabbed at his fingers, sucking two in.

“Oh!” Oh, God. It was like there was a string from his fingers to his cock.

Peter ran his teeth over the pads of Christian’s fingers, and little explosions started there.

He couldn’t have fought his moan, no matter what.

“Mmm.” Peter’s hum vibrated along his fingertips. Then Peter put a hand on his shoulder. Peter didn’t push him down, but he could feel it, feel that Peter wanted him to.

He whimpered when his fingers slipped from Peter’s mouth and he lost that suction.

“You were going to blow me…” Peter still didn’t push him down.

“Yeah.” God, let it work for him. He knelt down as carefully as he could, and leaned over to take the tip of Peter’s cock in. It wasn’t nasty at all. Peter tasted clean and fresh, warm and male, the flavor surprising on his tongue.

He’d tasted himself before, sure—once at the request of Peter himself—but never another man.

Peter’s hands slid over his head, the touches gentle, encouraging, not forcing him to do anything, just another point of connection.

He began to suck, carefully. He explored Peter’s shaft, the tip of his tongue tracing the veins there. Peter was very responsive, moaning for him, squeezing his head now and then to let him know how good it was.

And it was, honestly. It felt weirdly right, to have the hard cock piercing his lips. It slid a little deeper as Peter began to rock, pushing the thick erection in. It took him a few tries, to relax past the gag reflex.

“There you go. Nice and easy, Christian. Giving your lover a blow job is a wonderful thing. Enjoy it. Revel in it.”

He hoped he could. He wanted to. He reached up and cupped Peter’s sac, rolling it gently.

“Oh yes. Such good instincts, boy.”

God, that word. It made his cock ache.

He sucked a little harder, earning him a moan from Peter. “God, don’t stop.”

His suction increased even more and that made Peter cry out and hold on tight.

“Gotta move,” Peter said, beginning to rock gently.

He’d settled into it by then, and he opened up, taking more, then more again. Peter’s fingers wrapped around his skull, fingers digging in, holding him in place as Peter’s rocking picked up speed.

He opened up, and God, it was hard to trust, to let Peter in.

As the thrusts continued, though, they didn’t push too far, didn’t choke him, and Peter always pulled back right away. They found a rhythm, in and out, in and out, over and over.

He knew when Peter was going to come. Not only did the cock in his mouth seem to swell further, Peter’s fingers dug in harder. A shout was his last warning, and then Peter’s cock was shooting cum into his mouth.

He swallowed hard, taking in every drop, his own cock stiff between his legs. Peter’s hold gentled, the fingers digging into his head, then loosening their hold, Peter petting his head.

Sean

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Smutterday - Modifications: Mane and Tail

Modifications: Mane and Tail

Eric Martin is a successful businessman, but he’s lonely, he’s stressed, and there’s something missing from his life. At least that is, until he meets Daryus at a conference. Daryus promises he can offer Eric all his fantasies come true. A second meeting at a bar one night, leads Eric through a door into a world where he suddenly finds himself as the ‘pony’ of groom Soren.

Soren is a groom of human ponies who is working off his debt to a demon by training men in pony play. He enjoys his work a lot and one day hopes to have a pony of his own as a reward for all the good work he’s done and to celebrate the payment of his debt. When Eric appears in his stall, Soren believes that day has finally come.

Eric can’t believe the stables he finds himself in are real. His pony fantasies are just that – fantasies. Not only that, he’s never shared them with anyone, so how could Daryus have known? Between Eric’s confusion and lack of experience, Soren has his work cut out not only training Eric, but convincing him that this is real and that Eric doesn’t ever need to go back to his old world.

With a little demon magic and a lot of care, Eric and Soren just might find everything they need to be both happy and together.

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Soren moved about the bathroom, opening the cupboard over the sink, grabbing a few things before coming back. And Eric stayed. He had lost his mind completely.

Putting his supplies down, Soren took Eric’s right hand and gently cleaned it with a cloth before slathering some ointment on it. “This is antibacterial. It’ll keep your hands from getting infected.”

“I… Thank you?” God, his head hurt.

“You’re welcome, sweet pony.” Soren wrapped his hand in gauze, all his fingers together, so they were immobile. Then Soren began on his other hand.

“I… it wasn’t… They’re not that bad.” His breath began to speed.

“It’s okay – ponies don’t need their hands.”

“I’m not a… It was a fantasy!” And he’d never told another living soul. Not ever.

“Shh. Shh. You are a pony, Petyr, and now your fantasy is real.”

Soren got his other hand doctored and wrapped, then helped him to sit up on the bench. His hands were totally wrapped – he wasn’t even going to be able to hold himself to pee, let alone get dressed or feed himself.

“Take them off,” he demanded. “Take them off.”

“No, they’re keeping your hands from getting infected. It’s all right, pony, you’re just fine.” Soren petted his shoulders, back, and arms. “Be easy.”

“I don’t know how!”

Soren’s eyes warmed, the man unflappable. “I know.” The touches became gentler, less petting and more stroking, caressing. “First thing you need is an orgasm to help your body find comfort. Then breakfast, followed by our first lesson.”

Eric wasn’t sure which touches were better, the earlier gentling touches or these arousing ones. “I…”

“Shh.”

Eric didn’t know where to look.

Soren slid his fingers down along Eric’s spine, and he shivered at the sensation, at the way tingles followed those touches.

“There. See?” Soren murmured. “Just feel this.”

How could he not?

“We’re connected,” Soren insisted. “Your body recognizes me as mine recognizes you.”

The tingling strokes continued along Eric’s spine, then began to move down along the top of his crack, too. His hole clenched, his ass tingling. Stop it, he told himself. Control yourself.

Humming, Soren sat on the bench, then tugged Eric so he was straddling the strong thighs. His new position allowed Soren access to his ass, his crack, his hole. He opened his lips, but Soren silenced him with a single finger.

“You’re having an orgasm. And you’re going to enjoy it.” Soren’s finger slipped from his lips, over his chin, and along his throat.

Eric swallowed hard, over and over, Soren chasing the motion.

“Such a beautiful pony. I am a very lucky groom.” Soren ran his other hand along Eric’s crack, up and down, teasing his hole on every pass.

His cheeks clenched, the pleasure stealing his breath.

“Mmm.” Soren leaned in, pressing their lips together in the softest kiss.

Eric placed his bound hands on Soren’s chest. He could feel the warm muscles rising and falling with each of Soren’s breaths. The kisses stayed gentle, as did the touches, Soren building the pleasure inside him slowly.

There was no way Eric was going to allow this to continue. No way.

Then the hand at his throat slid down along his chest, tickling at his belly. His belly went tight, and when Soren tugged Eric’s short hairs, he bucked a bit.

“There’s my beautiful pony. Such lovely spirit.” Soren tugged again, then slid his fingers along Eric’s cock. The touch was warm, barely there.

His cock went immediately, painfully hard. It wasn’t fair.

“Such a very lovely spirit,” Soren repeated, hand wrapping fully around his cock. It felt like there was a live connection between his cock and Soren’s hand.

Eric gasped, his fingers fighting to curl in their gauze.

Soren deepened the kiss, tongue teasing its way into his mouth as the sweet touch to his cock slid up and down. No hands had ever felt so good, not his own, not anyone else’s ever, and this was such a gentle touch. His eyes crossed, and his heart began to pound furiously.

Pulling up on his cock, Soren held him there, thumb rubbing back and forth across his slit. He swore for a moment there was electricity flowing through him.

“Such fun we will have, Petyr. You have a sensitive slit; that opens so many doors to us.”

He had no idea what that meant, but it made Soren’s voice thick.

“I’m going to fill your mouth and your ass and your cock. You’re going to be such a pretty pony.” Soren pressed a finger into his slit, then stroked him again.

Eric arched, toes actually touching the floor and he nearly lost his seat.

Soren had him, though, arm firm around his back. “Easy, pony. Easy does it.”

“I. I. I…” God, his balls ached.

“Stop thinking and let your body do what comes naturally.” Soren’s hand tightened on his cock again, the stroking resuming, the pleasure huge. On each upstroke, Soren worked his slit. Mouth against his ear, Soren whispered, the words heated, “Come for me now, my pretty pony.”

“Please…” His body responded like it was on autopilot, spunk pouring from him.

“I love how you smell,” Soren told him. “I wonder if you taste just as good.” With that, Soren brought his hand up to his mouth and licked Eric’s spunk from his fingers.

Eric’s cock jerked, more seed throbbing from him.

Sean

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Smutterday - Amnesia

Who wouldn’t want a do over?

When Thaine wakes up in the hospital after a bull-riding injury, he immediately asks for his lover, Jerry. He has no idea who this man next to his bed is, despite the fact Drew insists they have been an item for the last five years.

Thaine’s best friend, Jesse, calls Jerry. He thinks it’s a pretty crappy thing to do to the new boyfriend, but tells himself it’s unlikely Jerry will come after so many years. He also doesn’t get why Thaine would pass up the opportunity to be with Drew since he’s young, optimistic, and hardworking. In short, everything Jesse ever wanted in a man.

Jerry still carries a torch for his cowboy, so when Thaine asks to go home with him to recover, Jerry agrees. At first they pick up their intense physical relationship right where they left it before the breakup. Jesse, in turn, consoles the now homeless Drew and offers him quite a bit more than a shoulder to cry on. But in the back of all the men’s minds loom Thaine’s lost five years.

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“Yeah, okay.” Drew resisted the urge to go to Jesse, slide his hands over Jesse’s shoulders, and kiss him.

Nice ass too—strong, muscled, meant for touching. Drew took a few steps toward the fire, toward Jesse, drawn to the man, to that solid, quiet strength. To that peace.

Jesse stood and turned toward him, outlined by the fire. Oh. Oh, he was beautiful. Drew closed the space between them, coming close enough so he could feel the heat of Jesse’s body. He tilted his head, eyes on Jesse’s mouth. God, he wanted. He wanted Jesse.

He maybe wanted Jesse more than he wanted Thaine to remember and come back.

A better man would have waited until he was sure, but Drew didn’t wait. He leaned in the last little bit until his lips were up against Jesse’s. Jesse blinked, then wrapped one hand around the back of Drew’s head, tongue pushing right in to taste him. Groaning, Drew opened wide, letting Jesse in as he melted against Jesse’s strong, sturdy body. He wrapped his arms around Jesse’s waist.

Jesse held him, tongue taking his mouth, slow and sure, steady. Intense. He’d never had a kiss blow him away like this before. Never. He whimpered softly, fingers wrapped in the material of Jesse’s shirt, holding on as his tongue moved against Jesse’s.

Jesse tugged him close, cock hard and hot against his hip. Oh God, Jesse really wanted him. Really, really. And his own cock was hard, and a tiny part of his brain couldn’t believe he was doing this while the rest of him closed his eyes and felt.

Lean and firm, Jesse’s body rested against him. So hot, and the scent of him rolled through Drew again, all sunshine and hay and musk. A shudder went through him, and he moaned softly, opening wider, giving himself over to the wonderful sensation of being in Jesse’s arms, of being kissed.

One kiss melted into another and another, Jesse’s mouth exploring him, driving him clean out of his mind as Jesse’s mustache tickled him. Drew spread his hands wide, touching as much of Jesse’s back as he could. Jesse’s solid body held him upright, made him want. He felt breathless and light-headed.

Jesse finally lifted his head, watching him, breathing hard. “Damn, Drew.”

He looked up at Jesse, staring into Jesse’s eyes, his own breath gasping out of him. “I never knew.”

Jesse kept holding on. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think I’m really okay.” He kept holding on too, didn’t want to let go. “You?”

“Yeah. Can I kiss you again?”

Oh, yeah. “Please.” Now that he’d opened the bottle, there was no way the genie was going back in.

He brought their lips together again, tongue rubbing softly along the inside of Jesse’s lower lip. Jesse’s hand started moving, stroking, loving on him. He couldn’t believe how special he felt from these few kisses and caresses. He could feel the care in every touch, the same care that was always evident in Jesse’s smile and his eyes, but more, immediate.

Drew opened his mouth, teasing Jesse’s tongue back in as his own hands started to move, rubbing slowly up and down along Jesse’s back. They moved together, almost dancing, the crickets and frogs making music for them. As they moved, Drew started needing hard, and he rubbed against Jesse, small whimpers coming from him.

“It’s okay. I got you.” Jesse drew him closer, one thigh pushing between his legs.

“God, Jesse.” That care, that love, nearly had him undone.

He brought their mouths back together again, rubbing against Jesse’s solid thigh. Jesse panted against him, moaning against his lips, hands encouraging him to move and shift and rock. It felt so good, hot and sexy. The fact that this was Jesse, well, that made it even better, made the warmth that had been sitting in his stomach all day spread everywhere.

Drew held his hand against the bulge in Jesse’s jeans, wanting to make sure Jesse was feeling good too. Hard, hot, straining against his touch. Yeah, Jesse was feeling him. Jesse was big—thick, and long.

Moaning into the kiss, Drew thrust his hips harder, rubbing himself against Jesse’s thigh as he groped along Jesse’s cock. He didn’t know if it was because of what had happened with Thaine, because they were out under the big sky, or because it was Jesse himself, but this, this rubbing through clothes, felt better than anything he’d had in a long time.

“You…. I…. Drew.” Jesse’s hands clenched, tugging him closer, the kiss going wild.

He met Jesse’s fierce kiss head on, his hips sawing against Jesse. He was going to come. Really soon. He didn’t stop, though, didn’t back away or slow down; he went for it. Jesse squeezed him tight, hips jerking against him.

Drew tore his mouth away long enough to gasp, “Gonna…,” and then kissed Jesse again, tongue fucking in and out of Jesse’s mouth as his hips jerked, his orgasm moving through his body. He cried out into Jesse’s mouth, spunk filling his jeans.

Sean

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Smutterday - Blue Collar

I haven't posted for a Smutterday in so long that I thought it was about time I played catch-up, so there will be several posted throughout the day today to make up for the lack of smuttage of late.

Kendall Webber is deep in the closet. Between working in a garage, having been in the army and a fundamentalist preacher step-father who sent him to summer camps to make him straight, he’s learned to hide his sexuality from absolutely everyone.

Still, when Barton Willis the Third roars into the garage with his Mustang, Kendall can’t help but look, just a little. When Barton not only looks back but invites him in, Kendall’s whole world is turned upside down.

Can Barton help Kendall let go of the past and the attitudes he had literally beaten into him?

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“Beautiful, isn’t it?” He came to stand behind Ken, stepping close but not touching him yet.

“It is. Sparkly.”

He could feel Kendall’s heat, smell the man’s skin. He closed the final distance between them, pressing up against Ken’s back.

Kendall stiffened, took a deep, quick breath. “Mr.—”

“Call me Barton.” The sir could come later.

“Barton.”

He could feel Kendall’s ass jerking and jumping against him.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He wrapped one arm around Ken’s chest.

“What are you doing?” Ken’s heart was pounding, a hammer against his arm.

“Holding you.” He waited, eager for the next volley in this game they were playing.

“Why?”

“Because you’re hot.”

Kendall shook his head and tried to step forward, but Barton held on.

“Who told you being gay was wrong, Ken?” How hard would breaking through that be?

“It doesn’t matter. I’m not…”

“Of course it matters, because you are and someone told you that was wrong. Only they were the ones who were wrong. Ken…” It broke his heart that there were still gay men who believed the people who indoctrinated them. It made him furious that a nice, good-looking stud like Ken had been made to feel wrong.

“Don’t talk to me like we’re friends, man. Like we know each other, because we don’t.”

“I want to know you, though. You make me want to.” Barton wasn’t going to be driven away.

“You don’t seem like the kind to slum with mechanics.”

Barton had to suppress another growl. “You think I’m slumming? That’s not what this is about.”

“What is it about?”

“It’s about me being immensely attracted to you. And I don’t believe it’s one-sided either.” He knew Kendall would have been long gone if it was.

“Do you come on to every man you’re attracted to?” Ken asked.

“I’ve never been attracted to a man the way I’m attracted to you.”

“Bullshit.” Kendall stepped away. “Don’t lie like that.”

“Excuse me?” He was going to start growling now. “What the fuck makes you think I’m lying to you? Because I’m not.”

“No one is just attracted to me.”

He grabbed Ken’s hand and pressed it against his cock, which was pushing against his slacks. “What’s that then?”

“Oh God.” Kendall’s fingers curled, cupping him. Measuring him.

Groaning, he pushed into Ken’s hand.

“We shouldn’t. We really shouldn’t do this.” Still, Kendall didn’t stop touching.

“Yes, we should. It feels really good.”

Ken nodded, hand moving, sliding in the perfect rhythm.

“Would be even better without the pants,” Barton suggested.

“Shh. This isn’t happening.”

“It is. And it would be better without pants.”

“Someone will come with the food.” Up. Down. Up. Down.

Barton groaned. “Now you’re being logical?”

“I think so.”

His balls drew up. “Don’t want to come in them.” He really didn’t. Even if the main motivation was to feel Ken’s hand directly on his prick.

“Should I stop?” Ken moved his hand away.

“No!”

He stepped forward and Kendall’s finger unzipped the first inch of his slacks. “You won’t tell?”

“Who am I going to tell, Ken?”

“My boss, for one. He’d kick my ass.”

“I’m not going to tell anyone, Ken.” He couldn’t imagine being so scared of being who he was and his heart went out to Kendall.

His zipper went down another inch, then another.

“That’s it, baby. Please.”

The single “please” got his pants open, his dick in Ken’s fingers. Moaning, he pushed into the touch, his hands grabbing hold of Ken’s hips to keep himself balanced. The touch was untutored, untried, arousing as fuck.

“Don’t stop.” It wasn’t going to take long.

“I won’t. I promise.”

Oh, oh fuck, that was sweet.

Barton licked his lips, panting. Ken had delicious calluses, dragging on his skin, teasing him. He wanted to take his time, explore these feelings, the sensations. If they were interrupted, though, it might ruin things, so he let Ken’s touches pull him over. Crying out, he jerked, his spunk pouring out over Ken’s hand.

“Oh.” Ken looked shocked, stunned, incredibly turned on.

He took a quick, hard kiss. “So fucking good.”

“I…I’ll get the towel.”

“There are tea towels in the kitchen. Not to mention, you could try a taste of me.” He was going to push Ken every step of the way until the man reveled in who he was.

“I’ll be right back.”

Well, it had been worth a try. At least Ken was only running as far as the kitchen.

He heard the water running from downstairs, then it stopped. He waited for the towel—he wasn’t going to zip back up until he’d cleaned off his prick. It was really too bad Ken wouldn’t lick him clean. One step at a time. He could be patient when he had to be.

Ken came back with a kitchen towel, face and hands shiny and damp.

He took the towel and wiped himself clean. “Did you take a taste?”

“What?” Oh, there was guilt there.

“My spunk. Did you taste?” He moved in, not letting Ken run from him.

“I don’t…” Ken backed up. “The food should be here soon.”

“It should. Are you hungry…for food?”

“Uh-huh.” There was a drop of spunk at the corner of Ken’s mouth, so tiny. Yes!

Leaning in, Barton licked it away. “We’re going to have a wonderful dinner together.”

Sean

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Smutterday - Little Square of Cloth

When Peter is unexpectedly thrust into a BDSM club with a black hankie in his right back pocket, he has no idea that he’s signaling being a hard core sub who is up for anything. Lucky for him, Master Rupert takes one look and falls for the unwitting sub and takes Peter under his wing, in more ways than one.

Can a rescue at a club turn into so much more?

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Standing there, Rupert stroked his right cheek. "Tell me, Peter, have you ever been kissed?"

This was so embarrassing. "My prom date in high school. It didn't go well."

"Well, if you're going to kiss a girl..." Rupert winked.

"Yeah. I'm not the bravest guy." He'd fantasized about kissing a man forever, but he wasn't sure he wasn't going to simple expire.

"I think you're doing just fine, boy." Rupert tilted Peter's head slightly and slowly, so very slowly, brought their mouths together.

Their lips met, and Peter whimpered and creamed his jeans like a teenager.

Groaning, Rupert slid his tongue across Peter's lips, the kiss continuing. Peter couldn't decide whether to run or press close, so he went with staying as still as he could.

"Beautiful boy," murmured Rupert, before rubbing their lips together again.

"I didn't mean to...You're so hot."

"I'm taking it as a huge compliment." Rupert smiled widely. "Now if we can get you back up again so you can come from my touch this time..."

Peter didn't think it was going to be a problem.

Stroking his cheek once more, Rupert drew the black kerchief out of his own pocket. "This is going to come in handy after, all, isn't it?"

Oh.  Damn. Peter reached for the cloth.

Rupert shook his head. "No, I'll do the honors."

Then Rupert's fingers were at his waist, tugging open the button of his jeans. The urge to panic was huge, but the bigger urge was to suck in, let Rupert in. Gaze holding his, Rupert undid his zipper.

Peter's cock was still hard, pushing out toward that huge hand like he was the biggest slut ever.

"Mmm. That's a lovely cock, boy." Rupert wrapped one hand around his cock. Touching him. That amazing hand was on his prick.

"Th...thank you, Sir." Peter stared, his brain trying to understand what he was seeing, what he was feeling.

Carefully, gently, Rupert used the black hankie to clean his prick off, then wiped the inside of his jeans as well.

"Is this real?" he whispered, swallowing over and over.

"If it isn't, it's the best fantasy ever, isn't it?"

"God, yes."

Sean

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Smutterday - Bitten

And here are the deets and a smutty excerpt for Bitten.

Anton has lost almost everything he holds dear, his apartment, his life in the city, and his long-time friend and butler, Jackson, who has been kidnapped by a rival pack. The one thing he still has is his lover and mate, Greg, who is learning to be a werewolf, even as they try to put their lives back to rights.

Determined to get Jackson back, Anton approaches the werewolf pack that’s his to lead by right, but that he’s largely ignored. They agree to help him, but Anton has to embrace his inner wolf to work with them, and to help Greg come to terms with what he is.

Meanwhile, Jackson is trapped—hurting and beaten—praying for rescue that looks unlikely, even as his time is running out and Greg is convinced he’s going crazy, fearing he’s hearing voices that won’t go away.

As pack Alpha, it all falls to Anton to keep his people safe, but there are forces at work that even the strongest werewolf might not be able to overcome. Can Anton keep his friends safe and save his beloved mate from the voices that call to him? Find out in this sequel to Sean Michael’s Bite.

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Anton closed the door as soon as they were inside the room, locking it. Then he had Greg in his arms, his mate's back hitting the wall. Some instincts were stronger than others, and this one had been there ever since Greg had walked into his home. This was his number one priority, his focus.

Greg snarled, the sound raw and rough and worried. He pressed their lips together, one thigh pushing between Greg's legs. Mate. His. Protect.

He growled happily as Greg spread, hips rocking against him, cock filling. Yes. Yes, Mate. His tongue tangled with Greg's, the kiss deep and hard, Greg’s goatee rubbing against his skin, almost like fur. Grabbing at Greg's clothes, he just barely managed to keep from ripping them from his mate's body.

Greg's fingers grabbed his hair, holding on, little growls and rumbles pushing into his mouth. It was sexy, having a true mate in his arms, someone who was as driven as he was to join, to love, to let the animal out.

He got Greg's shirt off, fingers pressing into the bare skin, nails dragging. Greg’s sounds got louder, needier, Greg's heart slammed against his chest. Anton tore his mouth from Greg's, finding a nice spot on Greg's neck. Worrying it, he began to pull up a mark as his fingers pinched and pulled at Greg's little nipples.

"Fuck me." Greg arched, fingers scraping along his spine. "Fuck me."

"Gonna." He would. He wanted to. He had to.

Anton growled as his fingers refused to work the button on Greg's jeans, but then it came loose and he yanked down the zipper. The smell of Greg hit him hard, making his knees buckle. He pressed up against Greg, groaning, teeth catching on his mate's skin.

That earned him a happy growl, Greg head-butting him, panting. "Don't. Tease."

He laughed, nearly howling, and turned Greg to face the wall as he pulled the jeans down. "I won't."

Greg helped, stripping out of his shoes, tattoos rippling and shifting as he stretched. Anton tore his own pants open, his prick pushing out eagerly. He touched Greg's hole, groaning as his fingers encountered the soft skin.

Dropping to his knees, he spread Greg's cheeks with his hands. Those lean hips pushed into his touch, Greg ready, eager, wanton. The scent here was pure Greg and it made him even harder, his cock aching, dripping with need. He licked at Greg's hole, tongue dragging across the wrinkled skin.

"Anton." He heard that low, single word, his name, as that tight hole jerked under his tongue.

Growling, he pushed his tongue into Greg's body, feeling it squeeze around him. Greg braced himself, pushed back into Anton's face, movements jerky and needy. He fucked his mate's ass with his tongue, wetting the tight hole, getting it ready for his cock.

"Need. Fuck." Greg's claws tore into the wall.

"Mine." He rose up, pushing into Greg without fanfare, just slamming into his mate.

"Yours." Greg howled, caught between him and the wall, hips jerking spasmodically.

He nodded, mouth closing over Greg's shoulder, biting as he took his lover. The muscles around his cock squeezed, rippling and working him. He let go of Greg's shoulder and bit closer to Greg's neck.

"Anton!" Greg pulled away and he bit again, marking, holding tight. His. Hips snapping, he drove the point home.

He felt Greg's orgasm, squeezing around him.

"Yes!" Growling softly, he held, waiting for Greg to finish before slamming home again and again until he came, too.

Greg slumped against the wall, whimpering softly. He leaned against his mate, still buried deep inside Greg's body. Groaning, he licked the sweat from Greg's shoulder, tongue sliding across his marks.

Sean

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