Saw a few movies over the last couple weeks -- on Shomi, on Blu-Ray and in the theater.
I found this movie called Wolves on Shomi, and figured it was going to be a really bad werewolf movie, but hey, it had Jason Momoa in it. Well it wasn't an Oscar winning flick or anything, but it was amusing and a fun way to spend a couple hours.
I have Seventh Son on Blu-Ray and finally got around to watching it. It was a little slow, but amusing and fun, and there was the second movie I'd watched with shifters! And that was my favorite part of the movie - the shifters.They were gorgeous. My biggest complaint was probably Jeff Bridges. I like him well enough but he was all but unintelligible in this movie. It was like he had a mouthful of marbles he was trying to talk around.
And finally -- Jurassic World! Went to see it in IMAX. I thoroughly enjoyed it. It was fun, it had great special effects, Chris Pratt is totally adorable and hot. It was a fantastic sequel to Jurassic Park. My favorite parts included the velociraptors - loved their interactions with Chris Pratt character Owen. The kids weren't as likeable as the ones in Jurassic Park, but the guy who owned the place was a total hoot.
There were some subtle shout outs to other movies - "run" from Lord of the Rings and "there's always a bigger fish" from Phantom Menace. And lots of stuff harking back to the first movie. If you liked Jurassic Park - go see Jurassic World, you won't be disappointed.
Sean
smut fixes everything
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Monday, June 15, 2015
My God It's Monday
I've missed the last few -- that's because, well, it's Monday! ;)
It's already mid-June, proving that this year is not going to slow down at all. I'm still behind on my webpage updates, and my newsletter. Ah well, at least I've hit my submission deadlines as well as turned edits and stuff back in good time. I still want at least another six hours or so of time a day when I could write. Really, there's all these lovely men who want their stories told and I want to tell them. I so do!
I found a decent balance between working and having fun this past weekend. Sometimes it's all play, sometimes it's all work. This past weekend was half and half and it felt good. Gotta aim for more like that.
I'm two behind on Games of Thrones still - I haven't seen last week's or last night's yet. I find it a hard show to watch. It's so full of meanness, of nastiness and all the 'good' people get shit on. And yet, I'm still watching.... go figure. I guess at this point I'm just hoping that the dragons eat all the assholes and that some of the Stark kids make a life for themselves that isn't full of misery. It's a short season at least!
Resplendence Publishing is re-releasing my paranormal novel Marked on Wednesday. It's got a sexy cover with a wolf howling at the sun. Very yummy!
Marked
Cody can't help but watch Barker, even if he knows it's stupid, especially around the full moon. Even with sunglasses to hide his deformity, though, he can't keep Barker away from him, and he can't manage to say no when Barker calls Cody "mine".
Barker has never agreed with the pack banishing Cody. So what if Cody doesn't fit into the narrow confines of what the pack says is normal? He should never have let Cody go, and he's not about to let his mate slip through his fingers again.
Full moon or not, Cody is not your average werewolf. When the pack finds out he's back in town, the pack is concerned enough to stick their noses in. When they discover that Barker may have figured out how to solve Cody's shifter problems, the situation turns dangerous. The pack wants to make sure Cody's secret doesn't affect their entire way of life. Can Barker keep Cody safe, and make his mate understand that they're meant to be together?
Look for it on Wednesday from Resplendence Publishing!
And I'll post a smutty excerpt on Wednesday too!
Have the best Monday you can.
Sean
smut fixes everything
It's already mid-June, proving that this year is not going to slow down at all. I'm still behind on my webpage updates, and my newsletter. Ah well, at least I've hit my submission deadlines as well as turned edits and stuff back in good time. I still want at least another six hours or so of time a day when I could write. Really, there's all these lovely men who want their stories told and I want to tell them. I so do!
I found a decent balance between working and having fun this past weekend. Sometimes it's all play, sometimes it's all work. This past weekend was half and half and it felt good. Gotta aim for more like that.
I'm two behind on Games of Thrones still - I haven't seen last week's or last night's yet. I find it a hard show to watch. It's so full of meanness, of nastiness and all the 'good' people get shit on. And yet, I'm still watching.... go figure. I guess at this point I'm just hoping that the dragons eat all the assholes and that some of the Stark kids make a life for themselves that isn't full of misery. It's a short season at least!
Resplendence Publishing is re-releasing my paranormal novel Marked on Wednesday. It's got a sexy cover with a wolf howling at the sun. Very yummy!
Marked
Cody can't help but watch Barker, even if he knows it's stupid, especially around the full moon. Even with sunglasses to hide his deformity, though, he can't keep Barker away from him, and he can't manage to say no when Barker calls Cody "mine".
Full moon or not, Cody is not your average werewolf. When the pack finds out he's back in town, the pack is concerned enough to stick their noses in. When they discover that Barker may have figured out how to solve Cody's shifter problems, the situation turns dangerous. The pack wants to make sure Cody's secret doesn't affect their entire way of life. Can Barker keep Cody safe, and make his mate understand that they're meant to be together?
Look for it on Wednesday from Resplendence Publishing!
And I'll post a smutty excerpt on Wednesday too!
Have the best Monday you can.
Sean
smut fixes everything
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Six Things on Sunday
Figured I'd do a random Six Things on Sunday today.
- So many stories, so little time. If anyone would like to find me another six or so hours a day where I don't need to sleep, that would rock. I'm going to have to live forever to write all the things I want to.
- I wanted to be an astronaut when I grew up. I kind of still do.
- Marked is being re-released by Resplendence on Wednesday. Go wolf shifters!
- Lots of good new TV starting for the summer season. Loved the first episode of Dark Matter, and Killjoys starts on Friday next week. Under the Dome will be back. There's something new at the end of the month called Zoo, Hannibal is back, and it's lead-in Aquarius is interesting.
- I'm wishing it was fall again -- I'm already dragging along thinking it's too hot. I'd be good if it was still getting cold at night, but it isn't.
- Trying to decide what I want to read next. An erotic romance? Some sci-fi? A mystery?So many choices both electronically or on paper...
I hope everyone had a great weekend and is geared up for Monday!
Sean
smut fixes everything\
Friday, June 12, 2015
Attitude on Wheels and Water and Air, a Pair of Fantasy Tales now out!
I've self-published two more reprints. Attitude on Wheels is a Velvet Glove book, this one featuring badly injured Top Carson and his physiotherapist Harrison. Water and Air is a compilation of two little fantasy stories from Bus Stories and Other Tales. Both are below with excerpts (one smutty and the other not).
Attitude On Wheels
Carson arrives at the Velvet Glove in a wheelchair, full of anger and snarls, ready to take out his frustration on everyone around him. Harrison, the physiotherapist assigned to help him, is maddeningly Zen, even in the face of Carson’s worst tantrums. Carson takes to calling Harrison Pollyanna, but even that doesn't seem to faze the man. Harrison maintains that Carson just needs to turn all that passion toward getting better.
Something more than just healing is starting, though. Can Carson and Harrison see past their roles as therapist and patient and find what they need in each other?
Available at Amazon and All Romance Ebooks.
smutty excerpt:
“I can...” Carson half-laughed, half sobbed. “Shit, Harrison I’m getting hard. I can feel it.”
“Oh...” He beamed, hands curling over Carson’s shoulders as he eyed the monitors. “Yeah, beauty. Your nerves are firing.” He knelt down, whispering into Carson’s ear. “See? I have faith in you.”
Carson turned to look at him and their mouths just brushed. “Harrison...”
“Right here.” He gave Carson a trembling smile, tongue sliding out to wet his lips.
Carson groaned and closed the impossibly small distance between their mouths, lips sliding softly along his. He shouldn’t. Carson was vulnerable and he was taking advantage and it wouldn’t mean anything and... He wanted to know.
He leaned closer, moaning into the kiss. Carson’s eyes were on his, hot and intense, burning into him. Their mouths moved together and then Carson’s tongue was on his skin, licking, pushing between his lips.
Oh... Harrison felt something inside him shift, swell as he learned Carson’s taste, Carson’s scent. Carson’s tongue swept through his mouth and then teased his tongue back into Carson’s mouth. He reached up, cupping Carson’s cheek, entire body trembling.
Carson ended the kiss. “I can’t move. I can’t come. Let me suck you.”
“What?” His eyes went wide, a whimper escaping him. “That’s not fair to you...” Not fair and unethical and he wanted. So bad.
“So you can return the favor tomorrow. You said if I could pee, I could try coming, right?” Carson’s tongue slid across his bottom lip. “Besides, I need to know I can still make a lover happy even... if this doesn’t work and I never get it up for real, you know?”
Water and Air, a Pair of Fantasy Tales
These two fantasy short stories explore the theme of loneliness ending. In Still Waters, Bry has been alone for decades with only his cats and the storms for company. While in The True Wind Cikor is a Traveler, flying far from the safety of the Clan Tree. When he returns, he's searching for the one meant to fly the skies at his side.
Available at Amazon and All Romance Ebooks.
not-smutty excerpts (one from each short story)
Still Waters
Bry felt the storm hours before it broke, the sea winds whispering and muttering and thick with rain.
He had spent the afternoon tying down the tomato and pepper plants, fastening the shutters, making sure the cats were indoors and the lantern filled. By the time Bry was finished preparing, the storm clouds were building, huge black thunderheads that rolled and stampeded, flashes of lightning showing its power.
He closed the door and latched it as the first drops hit the tiny porch, fat and oily.
Portentous.
Cheyenne and Dakota rubbed his ankles, Dalton and Caddo blinking from their perches upon the bookshelves. He smiled at them, their soft purrs and concerned meows the only voices this house had heard in decades and he wondered often if he would have not lost his sanity without their bright eyes and warm bodies.
He put the kettle on and went to shower before the electricity failed, stripping his cotton clothing away and leaving his thick glasses on the windowsill before stepping beneath the hot water. The storm was building power, beautiful even to his sun-scarred eyes. By the time that he was clean, from his long feet to the few remaining curls in his butchered hair, the shore had disappeared under the deluge.
He wrapped himself in a dark robe, found his glasses and put the tea on to steep, managing to just light the lantern before the lights popped out.
The True Wind
Cikor had followed the cry of the Wind here, finally listened to the call that had followed him from the Circle of Stones, past the Black Mountain, even to the edge of the Endless Water. The song had invaded his dreams, his hunts, his flight -- it had been quite irritating, like the itch when a feather was growing back in.
So he had returned to the Clan Tree, found himself a fine perch upon the Tree that Burned, and watched. None would dare to greet him, for he was a Traveler and perched beyond the Clan, but there were long looks and curious eyes and he believed he saw a Nest Mate flutter down below.
In the darkness, when there was only moonlight and all should sleep, that was when the other Elders -- the Hunters and the Builders and the Singers and the Keepers of Feathers came to perch below him and he moved to sit with them and share his stories. They spoke of the great Gathering to come and the rise of the Night Flyers and the Ones that Slithered upon the Ground and Hunted Eggs. They spoke of his brother, who had flown far to share a nest with another Clan. They spoke of Tolin, the Elder who had led him out into the Big Sky.
They asked him if he was here to claim a fledgling, to seek a partner, to cast off his collar of mourning and solitude and return to the Dance of Life.
The first night he had said no. The fourth day, he had handed the finely woven collar to the Head of the Keeper of Feathers. On the morning of the fifth day, he had begun his watch.
The Clan fledglings were busy, feathers shining as they played and worked and spun in ages-old mating dances. His wings ached to move, to send him up toward the sun and the sky and the clouds. There was no room to soar within the Trees. Still, someone would come to him and it was his place to wait.
Sean
smut fixes everything
Attitude On Wheels
Something more than just healing is starting, though. Can Carson and Harrison see past their roles as therapist and patient and find what they need in each other?
Available at Amazon and All Romance Ebooks.
smutty excerpt:
“I can...” Carson half-laughed, half sobbed. “Shit, Harrison I’m getting hard. I can feel it.”
“Oh...” He beamed, hands curling over Carson’s shoulders as he eyed the monitors. “Yeah, beauty. Your nerves are firing.” He knelt down, whispering into Carson’s ear. “See? I have faith in you.”
Carson turned to look at him and their mouths just brushed. “Harrison...”
“Right here.” He gave Carson a trembling smile, tongue sliding out to wet his lips.
Carson groaned and closed the impossibly small distance between their mouths, lips sliding softly along his. He shouldn’t. Carson was vulnerable and he was taking advantage and it wouldn’t mean anything and... He wanted to know.
He leaned closer, moaning into the kiss. Carson’s eyes were on his, hot and intense, burning into him. Their mouths moved together and then Carson’s tongue was on his skin, licking, pushing between his lips.
Oh... Harrison felt something inside him shift, swell as he learned Carson’s taste, Carson’s scent. Carson’s tongue swept through his mouth and then teased his tongue back into Carson’s mouth. He reached up, cupping Carson’s cheek, entire body trembling.
Carson ended the kiss. “I can’t move. I can’t come. Let me suck you.”
“What?” His eyes went wide, a whimper escaping him. “That’s not fair to you...” Not fair and unethical and he wanted. So bad.
“So you can return the favor tomorrow. You said if I could pee, I could try coming, right?” Carson’s tongue slid across his bottom lip. “Besides, I need to know I can still make a lover happy even... if this doesn’t work and I never get it up for real, you know?”
Water and Air, a Pair of Fantasy Tales
Available at Amazon and All Romance Ebooks.
not-smutty excerpts (one from each short story)
Still Waters
Bry felt the storm hours before it broke, the sea winds whispering and muttering and thick with rain.
He had spent the afternoon tying down the tomato and pepper plants, fastening the shutters, making sure the cats were indoors and the lantern filled. By the time Bry was finished preparing, the storm clouds were building, huge black thunderheads that rolled and stampeded, flashes of lightning showing its power.
He closed the door and latched it as the first drops hit the tiny porch, fat and oily.
Portentous.
Cheyenne and Dakota rubbed his ankles, Dalton and Caddo blinking from their perches upon the bookshelves. He smiled at them, their soft purrs and concerned meows the only voices this house had heard in decades and he wondered often if he would have not lost his sanity without their bright eyes and warm bodies.
He put the kettle on and went to shower before the electricity failed, stripping his cotton clothing away and leaving his thick glasses on the windowsill before stepping beneath the hot water. The storm was building power, beautiful even to his sun-scarred eyes. By the time that he was clean, from his long feet to the few remaining curls in his butchered hair, the shore had disappeared under the deluge.
He wrapped himself in a dark robe, found his glasses and put the tea on to steep, managing to just light the lantern before the lights popped out.
The True Wind
Cikor had followed the cry of the Wind here, finally listened to the call that had followed him from the Circle of Stones, past the Black Mountain, even to the edge of the Endless Water. The song had invaded his dreams, his hunts, his flight -- it had been quite irritating, like the itch when a feather was growing back in.
So he had returned to the Clan Tree, found himself a fine perch upon the Tree that Burned, and watched. None would dare to greet him, for he was a Traveler and perched beyond the Clan, but there were long looks and curious eyes and he believed he saw a Nest Mate flutter down below.
In the darkness, when there was only moonlight and all should sleep, that was when the other Elders -- the Hunters and the Builders and the Singers and the Keepers of Feathers came to perch below him and he moved to sit with them and share his stories. They spoke of the great Gathering to come and the rise of the Night Flyers and the Ones that Slithered upon the Ground and Hunted Eggs. They spoke of his brother, who had flown far to share a nest with another Clan. They spoke of Tolin, the Elder who had led him out into the Big Sky.
They asked him if he was here to claim a fledgling, to seek a partner, to cast off his collar of mourning and solitude and return to the Dance of Life.
The first night he had said no. The fourth day, he had handed the finely woven collar to the Head of the Keeper of Feathers. On the morning of the fifth day, he had begun his watch.
The Clan fledglings were busy, feathers shining as they played and worked and spun in ages-old mating dances. His wings ached to move, to send him up toward the sun and the sky and the clouds. There was no room to soar within the Trees. Still, someone would come to him and it was his place to wait.
Sean
smut fixes everything
Monday, June 8, 2015
My God It's Monday
And yeah, it's really being a Monday so far this morning. I'm telling myself it will improve from here and I'm going to put my head down and get to work. I've got a bunch of edits to do this week, along with fixing another book for submission and trying to wrangle my webpage into shape.
What I'd really like to be doing? Well this morning is grey and rainy and I love grey and rainy days, but especially if I can curl up with a book and read. Unfortunately there's the long to do list to contend with first...
That's about all I've got today - happy Monday everyone!
Sean
smut fixes everything
What I'd really like to be doing? Well this morning is grey and rainy and I love grey and rainy days, but especially if I can curl up with a book and read. Unfortunately there's the long to do list to contend with first...
That's about all I've got today - happy Monday everyone!
Sean
smut fixes everything
Sunday, June 7, 2015
Six Sentence Sunday
Here are the last six sentences from one of the books I'm currently working on:
He slid his hand along Mark's thigh, then up Ting's to wrap around Ting's waist. He helped their boy come the rest of the way down so Ting was sitting on Mark's hips. Ting smiled, the look dear, warm and perfect.
"Now ride," Grant ordered, his fingers tightening on Ting's hip.
"Yes. Yes, Master." Ting began to move, sliding up and down on Mark's prick.
Mark undulated as well and Grant could feel it, feel his boy undulating, sliding against him.
Sean
smut fixes everything
Friday, June 5, 2015
Fits Like a Glove and The Bistro now out!
I have self-published another pair of books -- one is a Velvet Glove, the other is a short story from the Bus Stories and Other Tales anthology.
Fits Like a Glove
Hercules is the owner of the Velvet Glove, the premier men's bdsm club in the galaxy. He's made sure to hire the best people for their jobs, from the cleaners to the trainers. It's exclusive, it's hot and it's all his.
Malachi is the club's main trainer and an extraordinary top; he was handpicked by Hercules. The man has a secret though, one that Hercules discovers and shares with him. But if it gets out, Malachi's reputation could be ruined, and possibly the Velvet Glove's along with it.
Can Malachi and Hercules maintain a relationship as well as their roles at the club? Or will their needs and desires bring their world crashing down around them?
Previously published by Torquere Press.
Buy links:
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon (link to come)
smutty excerpt from Fits Like a Glove:
Herc headed for the lift and made it to his quarters in the penthouse without snarling at anyone he met on the way, but it was a close thing. Only the memory of those icy, cool eyes staring him down kept him focused solely on getting to his playroom. He occupied his time by going through his cupboards, making sure the heat was on, the room and everything in it perfect.
Malachi opened his door with only seconds to spare, the knife-blade cheekbones sharp in the lean face.
"Strip," Herc ordered, forgoing any sort of formalities. He wasn’t in the mood to pussyfoot around.
Malachi obeyed, long fingers baring that perfect skin to his eyes. The motions were smooth, unhurried, controlled. His Malachi was such a delight.
Herc licked his lips and opened his pants, his prick springing free. "Suck me."
"Yes, Hercules." The soft voice wrapped around him, perfectly modulated, wonderfully toned.
Herc watched the lovely body approaching, his prick jerking at the sight. He loved that he was still fully dressed while Malachi was naked. He loved that Malachi would strip and kneel for him and him alone. In a graceful motion, Malachi knelt before him, lips open and taking him in deep. The suction was sudden and sure and enough to make his thighs tight.
Groaning, he slid his hands through Malachi's hair. The pleasure moved over his spine, spread throughout his body, and chased the aggravation and irritation away. As quickly as that, his Malachi brought him to center, eased him.
"That's it, Malachi. Bring me off."
And after, they would play.
Those tight lips dropped down, slid over his shaft and sealed around the base, the suction growing stronger. He slid his hands through Malachi's hair, opening and closing his fingers. He didn't need to guide -- Malachi knew exactly what he wanted, what he needed. Malachi knew and Malachi gave, trusting him and taking him into that tight throat, to giving him Malachi's breath.
"Oh, yes. So close, Malachi. So very close."
Long fingers cupped his sac, rolling the balls within even as Malachi swallowed. If Herc had not been who he was, he would have screamed. As it was, his balls emptied in long pulses, his body shuddering with the magnificent pleasure.
Malachi took him down, didn't miss a drop. Then his shaft was licked clean, the caresses soft, careful.
"Thank you," he murmured, his calm restored. In fact, he felt marvelous. "Tuck me back together and then choose something from the cabinet." He stroked Malachi's cheek. He would ease any tensions from his beautiful lover.
Malachi's hands tucked him away, fingers sliding on his skin. Then his naked and hard lover stood, needy and proud. He admired every inch. Malachi's body was perfection -- he worked hard and it showed. Hercules ached to reach out and touch but he made himself wait. He made them both wait. Later.
Malachi moved to the cabinet, sorting through the whips and floggers and paddles. A leather flogger was chosen -- heavy and strong and it would thud upon Malachi's flesh. Hercules took in a deep breath, new warmth filing him. Malachi was so good to him.
The Bistro
Richard is having a bad day; he’s just been stood up by his date, at the very expensive French bistro his date has suggested they meet. At least the food smells good and Richard decides to stay and have a meal on his own.
When the chef turns out to be an old flame, Richard thinks his fortunes are about to change – but will it be for better or worse?
Previously published in the Bus Stories and Other Tales anthology.
Buy links:
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon (link to come)
smutty excerpt from The Bistro:
"No games, Stephen. Take me to your bed."
Stephen nodded and took his hand, leading him through a fascinating and so Stephen home -- clean, open, sparse -- to the room that was dominated by a big bed. His hand was brought to Stephen's lips, the action well known, so familiar. "I am glad to see you, Richard."
He slid his hand along Stephen's cheek, the beard tickling his palm. He brought their faces together. "Me, too," he said softly as his lips closed over Stephen's.
Stephen smiled and then those soft lips opened and the flavors of coffee and chocolate and crème and Stephen filled his mouth, slid into him like that quick, hot tongue that met his hunger equally.
He slid his hands around Stephen's back, pulling him close, letting Stephen feel his need. Stephen made a soft noise, arms reaching up to circle his neck. Stiff heat pressed against his thigh, solid and needy. Moving his hands, he stroked the length of Stephen's back until he was cupping that fine ass, pulling Stephen tighter against him, rubbing their bodies together.
He sure hoped Stephen wasn't going to send him on his way after just one go, because he wasn't going to last very long this time out. One slim leg wrapped around him, Stephen stretched out against his body, mouth fierce and focused as they kissed.
All the old feelings came flooding back, hitting him hard -- he'd loved Stephen, maybe not the fairy tale all-encompassing love that Stephen had been looking for, but he'd loved Stephen more and harder than anyone before or since.
He felt like a teenager, some kid who barely knew how to rub himself, coming so quick and hard, ruining his sixty dollar silk boxers just like that.
Sean
smut fixes everything
Fits Like a Glove
Hercules is the owner of the Velvet Glove, the premier men's bdsm club in the galaxy. He's made sure to hire the best people for their jobs, from the cleaners to the trainers. It's exclusive, it's hot and it's all his.
Can Malachi and Hercules maintain a relationship as well as their roles at the club? Or will their needs and desires bring their world crashing down around them?
Previously published by Torquere Press.
Buy links:
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon (link to come)
smutty excerpt from Fits Like a Glove:
Herc headed for the lift and made it to his quarters in the penthouse without snarling at anyone he met on the way, but it was a close thing. Only the memory of those icy, cool eyes staring him down kept him focused solely on getting to his playroom. He occupied his time by going through his cupboards, making sure the heat was on, the room and everything in it perfect.
Malachi opened his door with only seconds to spare, the knife-blade cheekbones sharp in the lean face.
"Strip," Herc ordered, forgoing any sort of formalities. He wasn’t in the mood to pussyfoot around.
Malachi obeyed, long fingers baring that perfect skin to his eyes. The motions were smooth, unhurried, controlled. His Malachi was such a delight.
Herc licked his lips and opened his pants, his prick springing free. "Suck me."
"Yes, Hercules." The soft voice wrapped around him, perfectly modulated, wonderfully toned.
Herc watched the lovely body approaching, his prick jerking at the sight. He loved that he was still fully dressed while Malachi was naked. He loved that Malachi would strip and kneel for him and him alone. In a graceful motion, Malachi knelt before him, lips open and taking him in deep. The suction was sudden and sure and enough to make his thighs tight.
Groaning, he slid his hands through Malachi's hair. The pleasure moved over his spine, spread throughout his body, and chased the aggravation and irritation away. As quickly as that, his Malachi brought him to center, eased him.
"That's it, Malachi. Bring me off."
And after, they would play.
Those tight lips dropped down, slid over his shaft and sealed around the base, the suction growing stronger. He slid his hands through Malachi's hair, opening and closing his fingers. He didn't need to guide -- Malachi knew exactly what he wanted, what he needed. Malachi knew and Malachi gave, trusting him and taking him into that tight throat, to giving him Malachi's breath.
"Oh, yes. So close, Malachi. So very close."
Long fingers cupped his sac, rolling the balls within even as Malachi swallowed. If Herc had not been who he was, he would have screamed. As it was, his balls emptied in long pulses, his body shuddering with the magnificent pleasure.
Malachi took him down, didn't miss a drop. Then his shaft was licked clean, the caresses soft, careful.
"Thank you," he murmured, his calm restored. In fact, he felt marvelous. "Tuck me back together and then choose something from the cabinet." He stroked Malachi's cheek. He would ease any tensions from his beautiful lover.
Malachi's hands tucked him away, fingers sliding on his skin. Then his naked and hard lover stood, needy and proud. He admired every inch. Malachi's body was perfection -- he worked hard and it showed. Hercules ached to reach out and touch but he made himself wait. He made them both wait. Later.
Malachi moved to the cabinet, sorting through the whips and floggers and paddles. A leather flogger was chosen -- heavy and strong and it would thud upon Malachi's flesh. Hercules took in a deep breath, new warmth filing him. Malachi was so good to him.
The Bistro
When the chef turns out to be an old flame, Richard thinks his fortunes are about to change – but will it be for better or worse?
Previously published in the Bus Stories and Other Tales anthology.
Buy links:
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon (link to come)
smutty excerpt from The Bistro:
"No games, Stephen. Take me to your bed."
Stephen nodded and took his hand, leading him through a fascinating and so Stephen home -- clean, open, sparse -- to the room that was dominated by a big bed. His hand was brought to Stephen's lips, the action well known, so familiar. "I am glad to see you, Richard."
He slid his hand along Stephen's cheek, the beard tickling his palm. He brought their faces together. "Me, too," he said softly as his lips closed over Stephen's.
Stephen smiled and then those soft lips opened and the flavors of coffee and chocolate and crème and Stephen filled his mouth, slid into him like that quick, hot tongue that met his hunger equally.
He slid his hands around Stephen's back, pulling him close, letting Stephen feel his need. Stephen made a soft noise, arms reaching up to circle his neck. Stiff heat pressed against his thigh, solid and needy. Moving his hands, he stroked the length of Stephen's back until he was cupping that fine ass, pulling Stephen tighter against him, rubbing their bodies together.
He sure hoped Stephen wasn't going to send him on his way after just one go, because he wasn't going to last very long this time out. One slim leg wrapped around him, Stephen stretched out against his body, mouth fierce and focused as they kissed.
All the old feelings came flooding back, hitting him hard -- he'd loved Stephen, maybe not the fairy tale all-encompassing love that Stephen had been looking for, but he'd loved Stephen more and harder than anyone before or since.
He felt like a teenager, some kid who barely knew how to rub himself, coming so quick and hard, ruining his sixty dollar silk boxers just like that.
Sean
smut fixes everything
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