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.

Buy Links:
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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 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. 

Buy Links:

All Romance Ebooks

Amazon 

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

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Smutterday - Velvet Scars

I also just self-pubbed the last of the pre-existing Velvet Glove books - Velvet Scars. I guess I'd better move the "new velvet glove book" entry in my writing to do list higher up in priority!

Velvet Scars, A Velvet Resurrection Tale

Argon is the new master of the body mods shop at the rebuilt Velvet Glove and he needs an apprentice. He’s hoping for someone who will not only want to learn how to pierce, tattoo, scar and brand, but who is interested in being his submissive as well.

Brother Yves arrives at the body mods shop on a mission from the clerics of Mount Bell. The cloister has been his only home and he is totally innocent. Scared and far away from home, he nonetheless forges forward and presents himself to Master Argon, insisting that he is destined to be with the man.

Are Argon and Yves too different to find common ground, or are they destined to be together forever?

It's available at All Romance Ebooks and Amazon.


smutty excerpt:

"Mmmhmm. Let's me touch you. I'm going to touch you a lot."

"Yes, Master. I promised to pet you, too?" Had he been so bold?

"You did. I like it when you touch me." Argon's voice was deep and thick. Very lion-like.

Yves reached out, careful not to touch the metal, just the skin.

"You could touch my piercings and mods if you want. They don't bite."

"It wouldn't hurt?"

"No. You'll see when you get your own. There's an ache at first, but they heal quickly. Even faster with NuHeal spray."

His own. Yves' brain skittered away from that thought, the concept too worrisome to ponder.

"My nipples are unpierced," Argon noted. "That will be your job. When you are ready -- I'll be your first customer."

Oh, gods. Yves didn't know what to think, what to say, so he just kept touching. Master Argon's skin was hot and silky, the ridges and valleys of Argon's muscles a landscape beneath his fingertips. He traced the lines of the lion's mane, the heavy nose.

Argon flexed and the whole lion moved beneath his fingertips.

"Oh!" Yves blinked, surprised. "Again?"

Chuckling, Argon moved his muscles a different way and the lion moved again for him.

Laughter burst from him, surprised and tickled, and he applauded, then covered his mouth with his hands. "Oh. Oh, that was not quiet and demure, was it?"

"Thank the stars, no. I don't want someone quiet and demure all the time. There will be a time for it, but most of the time, I want to hear you."

"I was in trouble often, for being indecorous." It was just so hard, being still and quiet all the time.
Argon looked confused. "Indecorous? Like for making noise?"

"Yes, Master. Laughing, singing, dancing about. I was a bad child."

"You sound delightful, actually."

"That's not what Father Iwan said." Not once in all the time Yves had been taken to task for being indecorous.

"Well, I'm not Father Iwan and I don't want you to hold back. Dance and sing and laugh when you want to and cry and scream and shout when you need to."

"Shout? Oh, I could never shout." Shouting was very loud and Yves had worked very hard to never be loud.

"Excellent. I love challenges." Master Argon sounded joyful, pleased, so Yves nodded, agreeing. "I will give you rules, too, Yves, but they will not be the same rules as you had at the... convent?"

"Yes, Master." He nodded. The mountain held all of them.

"Tell me your basic rules from the convent so I can decide if you are to continue following them or not." Argon sounded like he didn't believe it would be so.

"Be polite and mindful of your motions and your speech at all times. Silence and stillness leads to enlightenment. Practice all other things in moderation."

Argon made a face. "Being polite is always good practice, but I want to hear you, the good and the bad. As I said, if I need your silence I will let you know." Chuckling softly, Argon hugged him suddenly. "I am not a fan of moderation."

Yves found himself cuddling in, soaking in the heat and his cock began to grow as it rubbed against Argon's skin. He tried to pull away, hide the evidence of his need.

That made Master Lion growl. "You will not hide from me."

"I-I will shame myself."

"This is a place dedicated to sex, boy, you will only shame yourself if you hide from me or deny your sexuality."

"Mine isn't like yours." He'd seen Argon's. It was huge and had... bumps.

"Mine has been altered." Argon moved the covers away, took Yves' cock in one hand and his own in the other so they could see them side by side. "Those are subdermal pearls. I imagine we'll have some customers who want them. You can touch them."

"Sub... Did you cry?" He would cry.

"No, but I growled a lot."

When he didn't touch, Argon dropped his cock, took his hand and placed it on the huge prick.

Oh. Oh. Oh. For a moment it was his only response. "Does it hurt now?"

Hot. The flesh was hot and touching Argon there made Yves wiggle.

"No. They feel good, especially when you touch them."

His heart was beating faster and his cock got harder as Argon again took it in hand.

"You like touching them, touching me." Argon squeezed his cock.

"I do. I'm curious. I like to know things." This was a thing he'd never had permission to be curious about before.

"It makes you feel good inside, too, though." Argon began moving his hand, sliding it along Yves' cock.

"I. I don't... I don't know." He twisted, his heart pounding.

"This feels good. It makes you need." Argon met his gaze. "Did you touch yourself before? Were you allowed to come?"

"No. No self-abuse. That energy is for the gods." This felt very wicked.

"That rule is gone. You may touch yourself as much as you want, unless I forbid it." Argon kept stroking along his cock, the sensations inside him growing.

"I don't under... I don't understand..." Yves couldn't stop moving.

"Just feel, breathe and let it happen." Argon's touches continued, warmth filling him, getting bigger and bigger.

"Please. Please, I'm scared." That wasn't exactly right, though, was it? His master told him it wasn't wrong, and the sensations inside him were huge, but not bad.

"It will be wonderful, I promise." Argon wrapped one arm around him, and the other hand just kept moving on him.

His skin felt tight and his head spun. "Help me?"

Nodding, Argon brought their lips together, kissing him. He gasped, and the tension inside him exploded. Liquid spurted out of him, splashing up against his belly.

Sean
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Smutterday - Velvet Song

This is the first of the 'new' Velvet Glove books - Velvet Resurrection Tales. I love the background for this and they'll all carry that. Just one more book until the whole series is available once again, all self-pubbed this time. I need to get a move on writing some new ones!

Velvet Song

The Velvet Glove is rebuilding after the destruction of the bombing. Everything is will be new and improved, and a new generation of men will be taking over the day to day running of the place.

Efren is one such man. Promoted from simple trainer to in charge of the training salles, he’s focused on getting the place up and running along with Hawk and Jester. Something is distracting him, though, pulling at him.

Mabon, a Setian – a race that’s ultra-sensitive to pheromones and the chemistry of love and sex – is one of the workers brought in to paint the new walls. He knows he’s not allowed to interact with the Glove residents, none of the workers are, but for him it’s especially important given his race. He too has been distracted, though, a song building inside him.

When Efren and Mabon finally meet, they are immediately drawn to each other as surely as two magnets. Efren is sure they are meant to be, but Mabon is worried. They come from two very different stations in life and he knows he’s about to be sent away. Can they really find a happy ending together, or are they doomed from the start?

Velvet Song is available at All Romance Ebooks and Amazon.


smutty excerpt:

"Oh, it's beautiful. It was so empty when I painted up here."

"Thank you. I like the seas." Efren pointed to the huge fish tank that divided the kitchen from the living room.

"Oh." Oh, look at that. He stepped toward the tank, hands behind his back so he wouldn't touch.

"Beautiful, isn't it? And peaceful, too." Efren's hands landed on his shoulders, warm and electric.

He arched, his body alight. Oh. Oh, no touching. Electricity was everywhere, and his body tightened.

"You're like magic, Mabon." His name sounded luscious in Efren's mouth.

His hands were touching Efren's belly, caught behind him, between them.

"I will be very honest with you. I want to share more than just a meal with you."

"It's only chemicals. You understand that, right?" He could feel this song, though. The one that had been buzzing for days, the one that called to him and it was so loud with Efren right there.

Efren's fingers massaged his shoulders. "Nonsense. This happens to all men who are attracted to each other, it’s just that you can sense the chemistry of it more than other people Efren sounded so sure. So very convinced of that fact.

A soft kiss landed on his neck. Mabon sucked in a breath, the room seeming to sparkle.

"Are you hungry for food, lovely? Or can I entice you into exploring a different kind of hunger before we fill our bellies?" He could feel each word spoken against his skin, breath and soft lips caressing him.

The song built, swelled inside him. "Please. It's so big. I need... something." He didn't know what, but he felt as though he couldn't contain it.

Efren turned him, tilted his chin and took a kiss. Mabon cried out, hips jerking restlessly, the touch of their mouths unbearably sharp. One big hand landed on his ass, tugging him into Efren's body.

Rubbing furiously, he rolled against Efren hard and fast, so close.

"Hold on," murmured Efren, free hand pushing into his clothing.

All it took was one touch, and he shot, losing it.

Efren groaned. "I love your scent."

"I'm sorry. You're..." Fascinating. Amazing.

"Don't be sorry, Mabon -- I wanted your pleasure."

"I don't touch, normally. I don't mean to." His lips moved against Efren, the pleasure like a drug, the song manageable now, though still there, still so strong and changing in ways he'd never heard before.

"Such a waste of your gifts, lovely boy." Efren tilted his head and took another kiss, tongue parting his lips.

Sean
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Smutterday - Velvet Blade

Velvet Blade was the last of the original Velvet Glove books. After it came the "VG Resurrection Tales" of which there are only two at the moment. I do hope to rectify that!

Velvet Blade

Gideon Blueplum has made a lot of money working hard and now it's time to play. He's come to the Velvet Glove, ready to pay for a year in advance to enjoy the pleasures that the club offers.

He doesn't expect to meet someone like Tybalt within his first hour of being at the Glove. Tybalt is beautiful, shy, and everything Gideon's been looking for in a sub and Gideon sweeps the man right off his feet.

But Tybalt's a refugee, and his people were all but wiped out by their conquerors. Will he and Gideon be able to play and enjoy each other's company, will they be able to fall in love, without Tybalt's past interfering? Or will that past spell disaster for everyone?

Velvet Blade is available at Amazon and All Romance Ebooks.

smutty excerpt:

He shook his head. "No, darlin'. Just you. Can't you feel it? The connection between us. I know what you need." He stroked Tybalt's smooth cheeks. "You are what I need."

A single tear escaped Tybalt, hot and wet on his fingers. "I can. I can feel."

He brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting the salt.

Then he rubbed the tip of his cock along Tybalt's lips.

Tybalt's tongue slipped out, so hot, flicking over the slit in his prick.

"Ty!" He gripped the sink with one hand, locking his knees before he collapsed. "All yours, darlin'." He rubbed his cock along Tybalt's cheek and then slid the tip across Tybalt's lips again. "All yours."

"I. Tell me if I do it wrong?" Another lick, another soft kiss drove him toward madness.

He shook his head. "You can't. Just do what feels good." It might kill him if the kisses and licks stayed so gentle, but it wouldn't be wrong.

Tybalt's eyes closed, the tentative, soft licks continuing, the sensations overwhelming.

He rubbed his fingers along Tybalt's cheeks, touching, loving on the smooth skin to distract himself from the almost too-soft touches.

"More." He barely recognized his own voice, low and needy, husky with want.

Tybalt moaned, the suction so gentle, so careful, but it was more.

"Good, darlin'. It's good. More."

His fingers went white around the porcelain as he held on tight to keep from pushing, from taking Tybalt's mouth.

Tybalt treated him like he was spun glass, like he was the most precious thing ever.

"You won't hurt me." He pushed in a little deeper, cock head sliding on Tybalt's tongue.

The soft moan vibrated along his prick.

He whimpered, pushing a little deeper, a little harder. "More," he begged. "More."

The suction came harder, not enough, but harder.

He licked his lips, fingertips sliding over Tybalt's face. He was going to have to teach Tybalt how to do this by example. Once he'd shaved the man's entire pubic area. The mere though had him shuddering, moving faster into Tybalt's mouth.

He had to admire the fact that Tybalt didn't pull away, didn't panic.

"Touch me," he murmured.

Those long fingers slid over his hips, up over his belly.

"Yes!" He cried out, hips rocking harder, rocking his prick into those sweet lips, Tybalt's touch just what he needed to bring him closer.

Sean

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Random Friday is Random

Yesterday felt like Friday all day. Today just feels like a day. Weirdness abounds.

It's still hotter than I enjoy. It probably will be until September. As soon as the mornings are much cooler, I will stop moaning about it nearly as much, I'm sure.

Got the overall cover for the To Love a Hero PAX. I have a story in this one, which will be coming out on August 23 from Amber Allure. (PAX collections allow you to buy the stories individually if you wish, or to buy the collection at a discount.)

Finding the Way Home

The last thing Sargent James Miller expects when he gets home from a long stint in the hospital after losing his right arm to an IED blast is a strange man answering his door after his keys don’t open the lock. That’s what happens though, and he’s just happy that he can count on his old platoon buddy Horse to have his back, and a spare bedroom he can use until he gets on his feet.

Horace Grundy the third, Horse to anyone who doesn’t want to get their ass kicked, is retired and has a tidy little house on the beach he calls home. The place isn’t big, but he figures there is plenty of room for James, even if he has always fancied the man.

The two of them fit together well and soon the roommates become more. James’ past isn’t ready to let go of him yet, though, and they’re caught off-guard when the man who dumped James in the first place suddenly re-appears in his life.

Can their new relationship weather the storm?

I self-pubbed Velvet Blade yesterday. That's the last of the 'original' Velvet Glove books. I still have the two from the 'new Velvet Glove' to self-pub, but it's kind of neat nonetheless. I wanted to have a new Velvet Glove available as soon as the others were all done, but I've been busy with deadline books and it hasn't happened.

Also self-pubbed a short novella - End of the Line.

Velvet Blade is available at Amazon and All Romance Ebooks.
End of the Line is also available at Amazon and All Romance Ebooks.

I'll put up smutty excerpts of them tomorrow for smutterday :)

I hope everyone has a good Friday - I'll be spending mine hiding indoors in the conditioned air.

But hey TGIF!

Sean
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Smutterday - Velvet Leather

Big soft-hearted Mouse and sweet little always in trouble Peep have a place in my heart. I love the opposition of how big Mouse is with how kind and gentle he is. Especially when it comes to his Peep!

Velvet Leather

Mouse is in charge of the leather workshop at the Velvet Glove and he's really good at his job, which is probably why everyone tolerates Peep. It's not that Peep looks for trouble, it just always seems to find him. Mouse is always there to shelter his dear Peep, though, no matter what the storm.

Velvet Leather shares three stories that demonstrate just how much trouble Peep can get into.

Available at All Romance Ebooks and Amazon.



smutty excerpt:

"You're welcome, little one. Just be more careful next time." He was given a soft kiss.

"I try, Mouse." He lifted his face for another kiss, needing to know Mouse wasn't upset with him.

His mouth was taken in a long, deep kiss, Mouse loving him. He pressed close, opening wide, loving the way Mouse kissed, the way Mouse touched and loved him. Low, rumbling sounds vibrated his lips, large hands stroking his belly, his back.

He reached up, grabbing onto Mouse's shoulders, legs climbing until he could wrap them around Mouse's waist. Mouse's hands cupped his ass, pulling him closer, rubbing them together. He moaned and whimpered, hands sliding into Mouse's hair. No matter what he did, Mouse still loved him.

"My little one..." Mouse started walking toward the back, toward their tiny rooms and their bed.

He wriggled and kissed Mouse hard. "My big one." He giggled, rubbing their groins together. "My very big one."

Mouse rumbled, pushing against him, hips rocking that heavy prick against him. "Yours."

"My very own very big one." He giggled some more, mouth going to Mouse's neck.

That made Mouse shiver, those hands tightening. "Careful, Peep. Don't want to drop you."

"You won't." No matter what else was going on, there was no way his Mouse would ever drop him.

He sucked and licked at the sweet vein where Mouse's blood beat.

"Oh..." Mouse moved them through the rooms, ending in the huge chair that fit them both, head falling back.

Peep rubbed against Mouse, fingers working the buttons of Mouse's shirt open as he kept sucking and licking and tasting the salt of Mouse's skin.

"I love you, little one. More than life." Mouse shifted, hands pushing at his pants, sliding against his skin.

"Oh. Oh, I love you, Mouse." He pushed into Mouse's touches, his own very big one making him feel very good. There was the soft, happy little purr, his Mouse sounding happy and horny and all his.

He got Mouse's shirt undone and wriggled his way down, fingers working open the leather pants. Mouse was hard for him, thick cock pressing at the laces, already wet-tipped and dark. He got the laces undone and buried his face against Mouse's cock. It smelled so good here, like leather and spice and his Mouse. It made him moan.

"Oh... Oh, Peep. You make me need..." Mouse arched, pressing against him.

"Good," he answered fiercely.


Sean
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Smutterday - Velvet Need

I loved writing Lutrell and Dent. This one is quite different - it explores a medical fetish and it was fascinating to write. I do enjoy the ones with a twist.

Velvet Need

Dent Farre thinks he has it all. Retired owner of several high profile companies, he is now a full member at the exclusive men's BDSM club the Velvet Glove. He has anything he wants available at his fingertips, including a host of subs at his beck and call. So why is he so angry and frustrated all the time?

The Velvet Glove's owner believes that Dr. Bertoli Lutrell, a Dominant who runs very intense scenes might be just what Dent needs. But just as Lutrell and Dent are beginning to make progress together, Dent is kidnapped.

Will he escape his captors in one piece? And if he does, will Luttrell be able to reach him after months of torture?

It's available at Amazon and All Romance Ebooks


smutty excerpt:

"Tshaw. So skittish. I think we should just begin. Do you remember how we will always begin?"

"Yes, but. You just. We just did, a few hours..."

"We do it every time, my dear. Every single time." Lutrell smiled and nodded, beaming at him.

"Why?"

"To keep you clean, safe. To have something we can share."

He closed his eyes. Safe. Gods.

Lutrell hummed. Over that, Dent could hear the man getting the bowl, filling it with water. Dent tried to lose himself, thinking about business, money, numbers. Anything. Then the soft touches came, the warm, soapy cloth moving over his skin as Lutrell hummed and laughed. It was intimate. Relaxing. Peaceful.

He was cleaned, from top to bottom, rinsed and then the strange sensation of the alcohol came, making his skin cool and drying off immediately.

"There we are, all clean." One of Lutrell's hands wrapped around his prick, stroking him.

"It's cold." He was freezing.

"You're cold? Let me turn up the heat." Lutrell walked away, touched something on the wall and came back.  "I'll soon have you warmed up," Lutrell giggled. "I will."

"Thank you." He tried not to wince at the laugh.

"You see? All you have to do is ask."

His prick was taken again, encouraged to hardness. "I did. I asked you to let me go."

"Oh, but you didn't mean that."

Another sudden urge to laugh surprised him and he swallowed it back. Lutrell's laughter rang out for him.

"All right, now we will introduce you to the sound. It will be most wonderful."

"Will it hurt?" He needed to know.

Lutrell tilted his head. "It won't be comfortable, at least to start. And you will need to come and won't be able to until it is removed. But it will touch you the way nothing ever has, and when you come… oh, it might make even you laugh, Dent." Lutrell stroked his belly, touch warm but slightly off through the latex of Lutrell's glove.

"It doesn't sound funny." It sounded unnerving.

"A good orgasm is a thing of joy. And it does sound like that. The sound sounds, oh, that's good." Lutrell was off again, laughing away like a loon. "Oh, my dear, you do need to loosen up. You do."

"You are truly insane, Lutrell. You know that, don't you?"

"No, no. I assure you that I am not. Hercules would not have hired me if I was." Lutrell chuckled. "And you have distracted me enough. Time to begin, to bring your need to the surface." Lutrell fiddled with the instrument table and set a long thin silver rod and a tube of lube at the edge.

There was no way that thing was going in his cock. "It won't fit. It's too big."

"It's just a little one, my dear." Lutrell poked through stuff and picked up another one that was at least the size of one of his fingers. "Even this one will fit. But we'll work up to that."

His eyes felt like they were bugging out of his head and he couldn't have stopped the shudder.

Lutrell giggled. "One day you will beg me to use this one." The thick sound was put away, Lutrell picking up the lube and opening it.

"I won't." His balls were trying to draw up into his body.

Lutrell chuckled. "Oh, yes, you will."

A soft kiss was placed at the base of his cock and then Lutrell began to stroke him, thumb working the head of his cock as his body betrayed him. He moaned, fighting, trying not to get excited, hard. Trying not to want. It was no use, though. Lutrell's touch seemed inexorable, making his cock firm up.

"Such a beauty, my dear."

He groaned, his muscles tensing, his body fighting the ties, knowing they wouldn't budge.

"Oh, yes. Definitely a beauty." Lutrell chuckled and squirted out a generous dollop of lube, sliding it along his slit, slicking up the head of his cock.

He shook his head over and over, eyes shut, refusing to watch and wanting desperately to see all at once.

Sean

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Smutterday - Velvet Staff

Velvet Staff is comprised of two short stories featuring Moffat (the cook) and Piotr (the DJ) who work at the Velvet Glove and are lovers. These two pieces appeared on the Turn of the Screw subscription service, but this is their first time available as an ebook. This reprint is selfpubbed.

Velvet Staff

Velvet Glove Chef Moffat and DJ Piotr aren't into BDSM, but that doesn't stop the lovers from working at the club. Work keeps them busy, and sometimes it's hard to find time to be together.

Whenever Moffat can't be apart a moment longer and goes searching out his lover, though, Piotr is more than ready to drop what he's doing to make love.

Available at All Romance Ebooks and Amazon.


smutty excerpt:

Moffat pushed Pit down onto the bed, undoing his belt and opening his leather pants, letting his cock spring free. Pit bounced, eyes sliding over Moffat's body, lingering over his cock like a physical touch.

He didn't bother undressing further, just climbed onto the bed between Pit's legs. "Suck me. Get me good and wet because that's all the help there's gonna be."

"Pushy bastard." Pit shifted, moving until that hungry little mouth could work on him, get him off, get him good and wet.

He didn't have an answer for Pit's accusation. For one thing, it was hard to think while Pit sucked him off. For another, the man had a point. Of course you had to be pushy around Pit if you wanted more than music out of him.

Moffat pulled out before he went off and pushed Pit's legs up and back and lined up with that sweet little hole.

"Oh... Hard, love. Hard and deep." Demanding sexy bastard.

"Now who's the pushy one, Pit?"

He teased for only a moment, resting against the greedy hole and then he pushed in hard and deep, just like Pit wanted. Just like they both needed.

Sean

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Smutterday - Velvet Dragon

I've re-released Velvet Dragon as a selfpub :)

Velvet Dragon

Serius is an expert in whipping; his beauty is a riding crop, but he's an expert with all manner of whips, floggers and paddles. He's also a man looking for someone special to be his sub; he believes in order, discipline, submission, but he also wants a challenge. When Hercules promises him the perfect sub in exchange for his working at the exclusive Velvet Glove, Serius believes it's possible he just might find the man he's looking for.

Dragonne has the appearance of the perfect sub, but the truth is he's never truly submitted. He's never been pushed past his boundaries, never had to use his safeword, never been broken. He has built a wall of control around his core, and wonders if anyone can breach it. Can these two men find what they're looking for in each other?

Available at All Romance Ebooks and Amazon.


smutty excerpt:

It wasn't very long before they were in the lift again, heading up to their rooms.

"I am thirsty, Leung."

He nodded, sipping the no-longer cold drink, stepping close to give Serius his lips. Serius' hand came up and took him by his queue, tilting his head before covering his mouth with hot, red lips. He jerked, surprised by the touch, by the unconcerned possession in that hand. His lips parted, though, immediately, eagerly.

Serius lapped at the liquid in Leung's mouth, drinking his fill. Leung moaned softly, lips open, offering Serius his desire. Serius turned the lapping into a kiss, tongue plundering his mouth. He gasped, moaned into the kiss, cock filling, eager.

The lift came to a stop, doors opening, and Serius broke the kiss and put a hand at the small of his back, guiding him out of the lift and down the hall. Goose pimples rose over his flesh, the motion of his queue against his shoulders enough to make him shiver.

Serius opened the door, guiding him in. The hand at his back slid in small circles. His entire focus was that hand, that touch. Serius tilted his face again, mouth closing over his. Leung met those stone grey eyes, hands fluttering, unsure whether he was allowed to touch.

Serius just kept kissing, one hand in the small of his back, the other again holding his queue. Those eyes stared into him. His head jerked a little, the sensation unusual, distracting. Serius' hand tightened on his hair, tilting his head further back. He groaned, spine stiffening before he relaxed into the sensation.

His mouth was plundered, Serius' tongue pushing in, owning him. His hands found Serius' shoulders, holding on, room spinning. Serius just kept kissing him, making him breathless and light-headed, holding him slightly bent back. He was off-center, unbalanced, unable to find a rhythm and settle himself.

Serius didn't seem inclined to stop, the kisses growing more and more intense. Leung moaned and gasped, fingers holding on tight, body drowning in sensation. Sharp teeth nibbled at his lower lip, not quite causing pain, just threatening it, the sensations soothed by that hot tongue. His shaft was hard, full, aching and throbbing against the silk, his balls heavy.

Serius' teeth moved from grazing to biting, the pain sharp but brief. He groaned, feet shifting to keep him balanced, help him center. Serius just pushed him further off-balance, holding him by his back and head, bent over the air. He tensed, heart pounding, eyes meeting Serius' as his body fought the illusion of falling.

"I have you, Leung," Serius told him, eyes implacable.

He nodded, trying to relax, to trust, telling himself that the worst that could happen was a short drop. So difficult, so strange -- he was practiced in controlling himself, not in trusting another.

The kisses and sharp bites continued, Serius' tongue and teeth invading, taking. It was unnerving and arousing and frightening and heady all at once. He could not relax enough to center, couldn't breathe enough to focus. It just went on and on, Serius seeming intent on spending the rest of the night driving him mad.

Leung couldn't figure out what to do, so, true to his training, he stopped fighting, allowed Serius to have whatever the man could take. Serius seemed to know the moment he stopped fighting, and the invasion became more intense, long fingertips sliding across the nerves in the small of his back, hot through the silk.

Purring, his body rippled with pure need, muscles seeming to clench and relax in slow waves. His fingers relaxed, hands sliding over Serius' shoulders. His tongue was tugged into Serius' mouth, sucked on. Oh. He pressed against Serius, hands sliding down the strong back, so aroused, so wanton.
Serius' fingers continued to slide in circles in the small of his back, the skin becoming more and more sensitive. Shivering, his body moved in time with those touches, finding Serius' rhythm naturally. His tongue was released, Serius' entering his mouth, fucking him with short jabs. He was caught between tongue and hand, focus split.

Serius' tongue pressed deeper and deeper, sliding against his own. He fought the urge to come, unsure if he should, so focused on Serius and Serius' will. Serius' fingernails scrapped against the most sensitive spot on his lower back, tongue pushing in hard.

Leung came with a soft cry, surprised and overwhelmed and more aroused than he could comprehend.

Sean
smut fixes everything

Smutterday - The Misadventures of Daniel and Zane

Daniel is a bratty sub and I have to tell you that I had an absolute blast writing him :)

This one is also just recently re-released as a self-pub, so I wanted to do a smutty excerpt of it, too.

The Misadventures of Daniel and Zane

Daniel seems spoiled and bratty, but what he needs is a firm hand. Zane has been watching Daniel for a long time, and he thinks he knows just what to do. He takes Daniel on, but can he prove that he can see what Daniel needs? Or will Daniel's acting out prove to be even more than Zane can handle?

You can find it at All Romance Ebooks and at Amazon.


smutty excerpt:

He was in the elevator on his way up when he wondered if he should change his outfit. Baldy had been rather disparaging about it, on top of everything else.

No. He wouldn't go out of his way even an inch for that man.

He used the card to open the door and walked in as if he owned the place. If Baldy was asleep, not there or with someone else? It was over. No matter how bored he was.
Or how intriguing those dark eyes had been.

Heat pressed against his back as a blindfold covered his eyes, sending the plain room black. "Hello, Poppet. Thank you for coming."

Oh....

"It was a slow night." His heart wasn't in the insult, though, and it was everything he could do not to melt into Baldy's heat.

"Mmm..." One long hand stroked down his chest, unfastening his jumpsuit, fingers just teasing along his shaft.

"I don't even know your name," he breathed, a ripple going through him.

"You'll remember me, though. I promise you." The heat against him intensified, Baldy's body hot and hard and fine behind him.

He did melt against the man this time. He had a suspicion Baldy was right. His whole body was tingling, waiting, anticipating.

His ear was nuzzled, his clothes slowly worked off, the heat behind him solid, the touches to his belly light and infuriating and arousing.

"You said you were going to make me scream and all you're doing is teasing me."

"Daniel? Shut up and pay attention."

They took a few steps forward, Baldy moving him easily. Bending him over a soft settee. Fastening his wrists with leather.

"Oooo, kinky." A pillow slid under his hips, then his ankles were bound, Baldy not saying a word. "Very kinky." His words were a little less sassy, a little more husky and he was forgetting just why he was talking back to Baldy in the first place.

"Do you need to be gagged, Poppet?" The words came as two hands landed on his ass, thumbs pressing at his hole.

He shivered, whimpered. "No. I'll be good."

"Good boy." He felt the slick touch around his hole. "Very good boy."

He moaned, pushing back into the touch. Baldy's hands were big, fingers large. It felt good. Two slick fingers slid deep, pushing in hard and then disappearing, only to slam in again. He whimpered, tried to spread his legs, but couldn't.

One hot hand settled on the small of his back, hard and sure, thumb and forefinger holding him open. So strong. God. One-handed -- holding him open with one hand and fucking him with the other.

Baldy was right -- if he'd missed this he'd have regretted it.

Then. Oh, Lord. Hot and so wide and stretching him inexorably. His groan was pushed out from him by that huge cock. Sparks flashed behind his eyelids as Baldy filled him, spreading him wide and pressing in so fucking deep, branding him.

His fingers grasped at the cushions, his mouth open on soundless breaths.

Sean

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Two Men for Two Brothers now out!

Two Men for Two Brothers is the latest Velvet Glove book that I've re-released myself. So of course, there must be a smutty excerpt.

Two Men for Two Brothers

Can two brothers and two damaged young men find a family in each other?

Kytan and Rivan love what they have, but they know they need more. When two emotionally damaged young men find their way into Ky and Van's lives, they decide they've found the perfect family. Can they convince Hinton and Jewel they know what's best?

Originally published by Torquere Press.

buy links:
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon (to come)


smutty excerpt:

Rivan stood and took the toothbrush from his fingers. "I'm going to kiss you now."

"Okay. Okay." He nodded, suddenly worried, heart pounding furiously.

Rivan's mouth covered his, hot and wet, tongue sliding between his lips. His lips parted, unsure whether Rivan wanted him to stand there or kiss back or what.

"Respond," murmured Rivan, licking at his lips. "Show me what you want, let me know when I do something you enjoy."

"I... Okay." This was different. Scary... Well, not scary, but unsettling, unnerving. Unprofessional.

Then Rivan was kissing him again, the man's hard cock sliding along his belly. He reached out, fingers circling Rivan's cock, starting to stroke it. That he understood.

Rivan's hand found his and took it, placed it on the man's belly instead. "We have all the time in the world. Or at least most of the next twenty-four hours, Jewel. Take your time. Explore."

"You don't want me to make you come?" His hands were curious, sliding over the wet, slick skin, rubbing.

"Eventually, Jewel. But I'm not in a rush." Rivan's hands were returning the favor, sliding over his skin, teasing his nipples and his neck.

"Oh." He arched a little, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "I... Okay."

"Relax, Jewel, enjoy yourself." The words were murmured, Rivan's eyes closing. Rivan's hands slid over him, mapping him almost.

"I... This is so different." He stroked Rivan's belly, moving slowly upward, eyes falling closed.

"It's good, Jewel. This is what life can be like when you go beyond a quickie."

Rivan's mouth slid to his shoulder, tongue tracing the bite mark there, teeth teasing the flesh next to it, threatening.

His cock jerked and he gasped, breath coming faster. When the guy yesterday had bitten him, he hadn't even cared, but this... "I... "

"Yes, Jewel?" Rivan's fingers found his ass again, teased along the crease.

"I don't... It's not supposed to be so much. It's a job." He wasn't supposed to get hard, he was supposed to get high and get fucked and then get high again.

"Just feel, Jewel. You can worry about it tomorrow."

"Oh..." His fingers found Rivan's nipples, sliding over them, making them hard.

Rivan moaned. "That's it, Jewel." Two fingers pushed against his hole, not in, just against.

He gasped, body shivering, their bellies rubbing.

Sean

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Smutterday! Rock Stars and Size Queens

Today I have a smutty excerpt of Rock Stars and Size Queens for you!

Rock Stars and Size Queens finds famed singer Angel at the end of his rope. Manager Jax has brought him to the Glove, sedated and undercover, for some rest and a little therapy that only the Glove can provide. Jax hires Dom Roland to take Angel under his wing, then Jax dallies with Minuet, one of the club's best subs, and a bit of a size queen.

Can these four men find what they need?

25% off today (Saturday) only at All Romance Ebooks!
It's also available at Amazon.


smutty excerpt:

"I desire you, Minuet."

He wrapped his hand around Mr. Jax's prick and began to work it into hardness. "How do you desire me, sir?"

"Tug me off, lovely. Kiss me. Make me feel good."

"Yes, sir." He leaned forward, groaning against Mr. Jax's lips as the plug shifted heavily.

His hand worked the hardening cock, thumb sliding across the slit and around the head, searching for what Mr. Jax liked.

Those legs slid around him, cradled him, a low moan pressing into his lips. "Lovely. More."

He reached with his other hand, finding Mr. Jax's balls. Soft, silky, lovely, he fondled them as he pressed his thumb into the slit at the tip of Mr. Jax's cock.

"Yes, sir," he murmured, the words as natural as breathing to him.

His lips were taken in a long, slow kiss, the broad body undulating beneath him. As he'd not been given permission, he tried hard not to become aroused, but it was not easy, Mr. Jax was sexy, felt and smelled so good.

One of Mr. Jax's hands wrapped around his prick, moving easily. "All of you, lovely. Don't hide anything from me."

"Oh!" He gasped, pushing into Mr. Jax's hold. "Thank you, sir."

Moving, stroking, kissing, he lost himself in these things, in making Mr. Jax get lost in them, too.   The heat of the water rose, scented and good, adding to the experience.

"Mmm... Yes. Yes, lovely. So very good." That voice got lower and deeper and darker, body rippling.

Oh, how lovely. Some men were ugly in this act, Mr. Jax most definitely was not. Minuet redoubled his efforts, wishing only to bring his new master pleasure. Mr. Jax brought them together, their hands twining together on their cocks, moving in time. He copied the movements with their tongues, sliding them against one another. Moans pushed into his lips, sweet and low, encouraging him to give more.

He began to move against Mr. Jax, driving their bodies together.

"Yes." Mr. Jax arched, then rolled them, body sliding down against him, hips jerking.

The water splashed, sliding against the edges of the tub and his skin, making him cry out as he arched up against Mr. Jax.

"Come with me." The words were low, growled, hungry.

"Yes, sir." The words were whispered as his back bowed, seed pouring from him, his ass clenching hard around the plug. An answering heat splashed over his belly, Jax's cry fierce.

He lay back against the tub, water warm and gently moving against him as he cradled Mr. Jax. He moaned softly, happily, hands sliding on Mr. Jax's skin. Mr. Jax was heavy, breath slowing, eyes closed.

Sean

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Velvet Diamonds is available!

All my short Velvet Glove stories have been collected and put out as an anthology!

From Kes, the Velvet Glove’s guest manager finding his soul mate in A Bird in the Hand, to corporate leader Isaak finding what he needs as a sub with Velvet Glove regular Car in Raw Need, these five stories run the gamut from sweet to spicy. Just like the Velvet Glove has a little something for everyone, these gems explore five different flavors for you.

Velvet Diamonds brings together five previously published short stories from the Velvet Glove world. Stories included are: A Bird in the Hand, Peace Within the Quiet, Love and the Farmer, Three to Heal, and Raw Need.

It's available here from the publisher, and should be available at the distributors within the next couple of days.


Sean
smut fixes everything