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August 21, 2012
Two on Tuesday
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Talking about how my upcoming story Hoarse Play came out of a single impage in my head two series ago over on The Rainbow Studio blog.
August 20, 2012
My God It's Monday
Nearly the end of august already. I'm working on my newsletter, determined not to put it out the very last day of the month again...
This week I'm at The Romance Studio's Ranbow Studio Blog on Tuesday, and at
torquere_social
on Friday.
Last day to get 15% off at Torquere Press, the code is bts2012
Got the cover for Briar Rose: Hoarse Play, which comes out next week:
This week I'm at The Romance Studio's Ranbow Studio Blog on Tuesday, and at
torquere_social
on Friday.Last day to get 15% off at Torquere Press, the code is bts2012
Got the cover for Briar Rose: Hoarse Play, which comes out next week:
August 17, 2012
random friday
Got my cover for my next release from Amber Allure, Digging for Gold.
There's 15% off at Torquere with code bts2012 until Monday night.
I feel like sitting back and watching a movie tonight, not sure what I'm in the mood for, though, except that it shouldn't take a lot of thought ;)
There's 15% off at Torquere with code bts2012 until Monday night.
I feel like sitting back and watching a movie tonight, not sure what I'm in the mood for, though, except that it shouldn't take a lot of thought ;)
Fiction Friday
Club Fantasy, Chapter 27
Danny headed down the street. He was going to go into the biker bar today. He was. He'd stand out like a sore thumb as he was so not a big bad biker, but God, he loved them and that's where they hung out.
There it was. He was coming to the door. He was going to go in.
He was walking past it.
Two doors down was Club Fantasy and he turned in, pretending this was where he'd meant to go all along.
He made like he knew what he was doing, heading toward a small bank of flashing lights. Oh. Fantasy slots. That could be fun. More fun that kicking his own ass for chickening out on what he'd really wanted.
By the time he'd spent a few dollars he'd recovered from his setback with the biker bar. This was fun. The club had a festive air, people were playing, some dancing, others drinking. He might even stay after he played his last quarter. If the bar had custom drinks he probably would.
He put that last quarter in the slot and pulled the handled.
It lit up like a Christmas tree, bells going off.
He'd won!
Laughing, Danny collected the single large coin that slid out of the machine and headed for the bar to see exactly what winning the fantasy slots got you. The bartender -- who was hot in his own way -- grinned, clapped. "The boss is on the way down. Congrats, man!"
"The boss, eh? Cool." It had to be good if the boss was coming down, right? "Can you give me a hint?"
"You got a fantasy? Something you want bad?"
He felt his cheeks heat, his mind immediately going back to the biker bar he'd not managed to walk into yet.
"You do; I can tell." He got a quick grin. "You're going to have a blast."
"I." He giggled. There was no use denying it. "Thanks. I hope so." He looked around, waiting for this boss and his mysterious prize.
"Beer, please." The voice was rough, raw, and when he turned around he had to look up.
And up.
And up.
And up.
Bald, broad, tattooed and moustached -- the man was a walking wet dream in leather.
Danny's heart started beating faster, much faster, and his cock filled up like it was in a race. He swallowed and felt his cheeks heat.
"Sure. Sure, man. You want a drink, honey?" The bartender looked at him, smiled.
"I." Oh, God, he'd squeaked. He cleared his throat, but only nodded this time. He looked up at his dream man again. He'd have a bottle of this man. A big bottle.
Big brown eyes smiled down at him, laughing. "Don't talk much, huh?"
"I do. Sometimes." When he wasn't tongue-tied by the sexiest man he'd ever seen. He mentally chastised himself. This guy was his dream guy, right here next to him. There was no biker bar to brave, and he was already a winner. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath and held out his hand. "I'm Danny." Go him, no squeaking this time.
"Riptide." One huge, ham-sized hand took his, shook it. "You're the big winner, eh?"
He didn't want to let go and tried not to sigh when Riptide -- the man's name was Riptide, Danny loved it! -- let go of his hand. "Apparently so. I'm waiting to see what I've won."
"Rock on." The beers came and Riptide sucked his down. "Man, there's no dancing in here, huh? No bikes. Just gambling."
"There's a little dance floor in the alcove over there." Danny pointed in the general direction where he'd seen a few people swaying together. "You have a bike?"
"Yep. Got three. You?"
"Three? Wow. Cool. I don't have any. I like them, though. I like bikers." From speechless to diarrhea of the mouth. Go him.
"Want a ride?"
"Me? With you?" He nodded eagerly. "Yes, please."
"Come on." Riptide threw a twenty on the bar, grinned at him.
Danny looked at the winning coin in his hand and then at Riptide. He tried to think of an amount of money that would make giving up his dream guy smart. He couldn’t. This was his fantasy standing right in front of him. It was a no-brainer, really. "Okay."
Riptide took his hand, placed it on one hugely muscled arm, and led him right out of the bar and down the street toward the biker bar. Parked almost equidistant between was a shiny blue Harley, gleaming in the lamplight.
"That's mine."
"Oh. Oh, wow." This was definitely better than any prize the fantasy slots could get him. He was hard just from the thought of riding on the bike behind Riptide, from the strength of the muscles he was holding.
"You want a helmet? I got one in the saddlebags."
"Sure!" He was nearly bouncing, looking from the bike to Riptide and back.
Riptide smiled, dug in a little saddlebag and tossed him a shiny black helmet. "Here goes, kid."
"Not a kid." He pulled the helmet over his head and tried not to disprove that by squealing with his happiness.
"No? How old are you, honey?" Riptide straddled the bike.
God, he was going to start drooling. "Twenty-four."
He stepped up to the bike, swallowing, his cock so hard it ached. "I just get on behind you?"
"Yep." Those big hands settled his feet on pegs sticking out of the bike once he was on. "Hold on."
He wrapped his arms around Riptide's waist, slowly snugging up against the broad back. Oh, God. He'd dreamed about this.
The Harley thrummed to life between his thighs, Riptide's ass right against his cock.
Yes!
Fuck.
He pressed harder against Riptide and held on tighter. This was better than he'd ever imagined.
They drove along the dark streets, heading toward the lights of downtown. The bike rippled under his thighs, vibrated his balls, made his ass ache. He put his head back and shouted into the night, the wind stealing away the sound.
"That's it, honey. That's it!" Riptide was laughing.
He petted the ridged belly, feeling all those wonderful muscles shifting as Riptide laughed.
"You're something, honey. That's nice. The lake?" Oh, God. There were some very quiet, very private places at the lake shore.
"Yes!" Yes, please. He pushed closer, loving the way his cock rubbed against Riptide's ass.
They zipped through the city, each curve exciting him, each stop light giving him time to rub against Riptide's ass. He held on tight, laughing happily the whole time. It was exhilarating, exciting. They headed up Elm, the hill steep, that tight ass rubbing against his cock.
God, he was going to come. This big, beautiful biker stud was going to make him come right there. Like Riptide knew it, the man slowed down. Danny closed his eyes tight and held on. He was panting. It was obscene. It was amazing.
"You're a hot little firecracker." Riptide ground back against him.
"Hot for you." Something about the bike ride was making him bold; he never would have said such a thing if he hadn't been this turned on, this... high-flying.
"Good." That ass rubbed against him once more and then they were gone again, zooming up the hill.
Danny headed down the street. He was going to go into the biker bar today. He was. He'd stand out like a sore thumb as he was so not a big bad biker, but God, he loved them and that's where they hung out.
There it was. He was coming to the door. He was going to go in.
He was walking past it.
Two doors down was Club Fantasy and he turned in, pretending this was where he'd meant to go all along.
He made like he knew what he was doing, heading toward a small bank of flashing lights. Oh. Fantasy slots. That could be fun. More fun that kicking his own ass for chickening out on what he'd really wanted.
By the time he'd spent a few dollars he'd recovered from his setback with the biker bar. This was fun. The club had a festive air, people were playing, some dancing, others drinking. He might even stay after he played his last quarter. If the bar had custom drinks he probably would.
He put that last quarter in the slot and pulled the handled.
It lit up like a Christmas tree, bells going off.
He'd won!
Laughing, Danny collected the single large coin that slid out of the machine and headed for the bar to see exactly what winning the fantasy slots got you. The bartender -- who was hot in his own way -- grinned, clapped. "The boss is on the way down. Congrats, man!"
"The boss, eh? Cool." It had to be good if the boss was coming down, right? "Can you give me a hint?"
"You got a fantasy? Something you want bad?"
He felt his cheeks heat, his mind immediately going back to the biker bar he'd not managed to walk into yet.
"You do; I can tell." He got a quick grin. "You're going to have a blast."
"I." He giggled. There was no use denying it. "Thanks. I hope so." He looked around, waiting for this boss and his mysterious prize.
"Beer, please." The voice was rough, raw, and when he turned around he had to look up.
And up.
And up.
And up.
Bald, broad, tattooed and moustached -- the man was a walking wet dream in leather.
Danny's heart started beating faster, much faster, and his cock filled up like it was in a race. He swallowed and felt his cheeks heat.
"Sure. Sure, man. You want a drink, honey?" The bartender looked at him, smiled.
"I." Oh, God, he'd squeaked. He cleared his throat, but only nodded this time. He looked up at his dream man again. He'd have a bottle of this man. A big bottle.
Big brown eyes smiled down at him, laughing. "Don't talk much, huh?"
"I do. Sometimes." When he wasn't tongue-tied by the sexiest man he'd ever seen. He mentally chastised himself. This guy was his dream guy, right here next to him. There was no biker bar to brave, and he was already a winner. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath and held out his hand. "I'm Danny." Go him, no squeaking this time.
"Riptide." One huge, ham-sized hand took his, shook it. "You're the big winner, eh?"
He didn't want to let go and tried not to sigh when Riptide -- the man's name was Riptide, Danny loved it! -- let go of his hand. "Apparently so. I'm waiting to see what I've won."
"Rock on." The beers came and Riptide sucked his down. "Man, there's no dancing in here, huh? No bikes. Just gambling."
"There's a little dance floor in the alcove over there." Danny pointed in the general direction where he'd seen a few people swaying together. "You have a bike?"
"Yep. Got three. You?"
"Three? Wow. Cool. I don't have any. I like them, though. I like bikers." From speechless to diarrhea of the mouth. Go him.
"Want a ride?"
"Me? With you?" He nodded eagerly. "Yes, please."
"Come on." Riptide threw a twenty on the bar, grinned at him.
Danny looked at the winning coin in his hand and then at Riptide. He tried to think of an amount of money that would make giving up his dream guy smart. He couldn’t. This was his fantasy standing right in front of him. It was a no-brainer, really. "Okay."
Riptide took his hand, placed it on one hugely muscled arm, and led him right out of the bar and down the street toward the biker bar. Parked almost equidistant between was a shiny blue Harley, gleaming in the lamplight.
"That's mine."
"Oh. Oh, wow." This was definitely better than any prize the fantasy slots could get him. He was hard just from the thought of riding on the bike behind Riptide, from the strength of the muscles he was holding.
"You want a helmet? I got one in the saddlebags."
"Sure!" He was nearly bouncing, looking from the bike to Riptide and back.
Riptide smiled, dug in a little saddlebag and tossed him a shiny black helmet. "Here goes, kid."
"Not a kid." He pulled the helmet over his head and tried not to disprove that by squealing with his happiness.
"No? How old are you, honey?" Riptide straddled the bike.
God, he was going to start drooling. "Twenty-four."
He stepped up to the bike, swallowing, his cock so hard it ached. "I just get on behind you?"
"Yep." Those big hands settled his feet on pegs sticking out of the bike once he was on. "Hold on."
He wrapped his arms around Riptide's waist, slowly snugging up against the broad back. Oh, God. He'd dreamed about this.
The Harley thrummed to life between his thighs, Riptide's ass right against his cock.
Yes!
Fuck.
He pressed harder against Riptide and held on tighter. This was better than he'd ever imagined.
They drove along the dark streets, heading toward the lights of downtown. The bike rippled under his thighs, vibrated his balls, made his ass ache. He put his head back and shouted into the night, the wind stealing away the sound.
"That's it, honey. That's it!" Riptide was laughing.
He petted the ridged belly, feeling all those wonderful muscles shifting as Riptide laughed.
"You're something, honey. That's nice. The lake?" Oh, God. There were some very quiet, very private places at the lake shore.
"Yes!" Yes, please. He pushed closer, loving the way his cock rubbed against Riptide's ass.
They zipped through the city, each curve exciting him, each stop light giving him time to rub against Riptide's ass. He held on tight, laughing happily the whole time. It was exhilarating, exciting. They headed up Elm, the hill steep, that tight ass rubbing against his cock.
God, he was going to come. This big, beautiful biker stud was going to make him come right there. Like Riptide knew it, the man slowed down. Danny closed his eyes tight and held on. He was panting. It was obscene. It was amazing.
"You're a hot little firecracker." Riptide ground back against him.
"Hot for you." Something about the bike ride was making him bold; he never would have said such a thing if he hadn't been this turned on, this... high-flying.
"Good." That ass rubbed against him once more and then they were gone again, zooming up the hill.
August 16, 2012
blogging today at Romance for the Rest of Us
Tell me what kink you'd like to see next at the hammer club over on the Romance for the Rest of Us blog.
August 10, 2012
Fiction Friday
Club Fantasy, Chapter 26
Rick woke up slowly, blinking a little, Mickey's hair over his face like always. What wasn't like always was the heat behind him in the bed. Big, huge. Lots of muscles and one arm reaching past him, big hand wrapped around one of Mickey's hips.
Tank. The man sure did live up to his name.
Rick sighed softly, let his eyes close again. He approved.
Tank rumbled sleepily and pushed closer, cock huge and hard against his ass.
"Mmm." He could handle that.
Tank patted Mickey's hip and then his own, the man's breath hot on his neck. They started moving together, in slow, easy motions, both riding together. Tank began making noises, low groans and deep moans. His crack became slick as Tank's cock leaked drop after drop.
"More." Rick was all about morning nookie.
"Condom?" Tank's voice was morning rough.
"Uh-huh." He nodded, hands reached out for the strip of rubbers.
Mickey passed them to him, along with the lube, giving him an impish grin. Rick took them, handed them back, and then kissed his brother. Mickey kissed him back enthusiastically, if sleepily.
Then Tank's fingers rubbed along his crack, warm and slick and thick. He fucked Mickey's lips, humming happily as he pressed back into the touch. One of Tank's thick fingers pushed right into his ass, the lube cool on his swollen, hot hole. He whimpered into Mickey's lips.
One finger became two, Tank opening him up.
"More..." He spread, one of Mickey's hands dragging his leg over his twin's hip.
A third finger pushed into him, getting him ready for Tank's thick cock. He pushed back like a huge slut, eyes rolling in his head.
"Oh, I think you're ready." Tank's voice dragged down along his spine.
"Yeah. Yeah, please." He wasn't too proud, especially when Mickey's fingers joined Tank's.
"God, that's sexy." Tank and Mickey finger fucked him for a while, and then they pulled out and he could feel the blunt head of Tank's cock pressing at him.
Mickey wriggled down, lips trailing on his belly.
He didn't know which sensation to focus on, but when Tank's cock spread him wide and pushed in, he couldn't think of anything else. Low groans poured out of him, and he lifted his chin, turned his head, begging a kiss. Tank's lips closed over his.
Oh. Heaven. This was heaven.
His ass clenched around Tank's prick, the pressure perfect. Tank groaned and wrapped one hand around his cock, feeding it to Mickey's lips. Everything in him -- from his head to his toes, went white-hot and happy. This was a fucking wet dream.
Tank began to move. Each strong thrust pushed him into Mickey's mouth.
"Harder. Oh, fuck. Keeping you. So keeping you." Shut up. Shut up.
Mickey nodded over his cock, moaning low.
Tank gave it to him harder. The man grunted and sped up, pounding into him so good.
"Fuck." He shook a little, shifting to get Tank where he wanted the man. Tank shifted, too, and the next thing he knew, that fat cock pushed right against his gland. "Yes!" He jerked, eyes bugging out of his head. "Again. Fuck. Again."
Tank obliged, finding that good, hard rhythm again. The man was good enough to stay right there, hitting his gland over and over. He gasped, fighting to catch his breath, to think. It wasn't going to happen, though, not with Tank's fat cock splitting him open and Mickey's mouth pulling him in.
"Gonna. Gonna. I. Fucking hell." His head slammed back, throat working.
"Yeah, that's it, Rick. Come on my cock. Feels so fucking good."
"Tank." He looked down at his Mickey, saw the wild, happy grin.
Then he shot so hard his teeth rattled. Tank moaned, hand going tight on his hip as his ass clamped down. Mickey climbed up his body, rubbing off on his belly, kissing him with lips that tasted like them as heat sprayed on his skin.
Tank's hand slipped from his hip to Mickey's ass, patting it.
Mickey hummed, smiled. "Come home with us." It wasn't really a question.
"Sure." Tank laughed, the sound deep and rich. "For the day?" The last three words were less confident than the first.
"No." He looked at Mickey, who nodded, and then he looked up. "Come home. For real."
"Oh. Oh, yeah. Okay." Tank's arms went around them both, holding them in a tight hug. "I will."
"Oh, good." Mickey laughed, both of them snuggling in. "I mean, this is fabulous, but..."
He nodded. "Our place is a home."
"A home's better than a fantasy, any day." Tank kept holding them. "And I really am a winner now. The happiest winner ever."
***
Robin moaned and pushed back into Lazlo's thrusts as he dragged his hand along his own cock. Damn, but the man knew how to wind him up and send him flying. He hung there, on the edge. Lazlo's cock bashed into his prostate with every thrust. Every time it happened he squeezed the head of his cock. God he was close.
Lazlo's thrusts got harder and sharp teeth bit into his shoulder. Robin shouted, shooting hard enough he kind of blacked out a bit.
"Mmm. Good job, man." Lazlo nipped and bit at him.
He groaned as Lazlo started pulling out of him. Squeezing his ass, he tried to keep his lover inside. Once they were done the questions would start; they'd had a fantasy winner. Lazlo always came then; he always knew.
"Oh. Fuck, that's sweet."
"If I keep you hard will you do me again?" He’d like that. He’d love it.
"Fuck, yes. Business can wait."
Business. It was more than business, though, right? Lazlo wanted to let the business part wait. Robin squeezed his ass again.
"Oh, damn. You're so good at that." Oh, listen to that need. It was more than business. It was.
Rocking forward, he let Lazlo partly out and then pushed back to take the man's cock back in.
"Yes..."
He nodded. Yeah. Yeah, they were going to go again. Lazlo was going to fuck him into exhaustion. They started moving faster.
"You make me stupid..." Lazlo fucked him hard, their skin slapping together.
"You make me fly." He arched his back, pushing into each thrust.
"Beautiful bastard..."
"Come on, Laz, give it to me." He closed his eyes and just felt.
"Everything. Everything I have." One hand slapped his ass, just making it sting a little.
They kept moving together, hard and furious. He didn't want it to end. Moans were filling the air, Lazlo whimpering for him. His cock throbbed and he grabbed his balls to stave off his orgasm.
"I fucking feel you. Fuck, baby." Laz arched, humping into him.
"Yeah. Yeah. More." He couldn't hold out much longer.
"Need..." Laz sounded almost pained, almost scared. "Need you, Robbie."
"Got me. You've got me." Robin's orgasm went through him like a huge, long wave.
"Robbie!" Lazlo's body jerked, cock swelling, filling him.
He collapsed down onto the bed, panting for his breath.
Lazlo moaned, nuzzling him. "Damn, you're dangerous."
"I don't think I'm the dangerous one, Laz."
"No? You're dangerous to me."
He laughed. "How am I dangerous?" He wasn't the one with the intense, strange eyes and the questions.
"You can steal my heart, Robbie."
"Oh." He could hardly breathe at Laz's admission. "If I did, I'd be careful with it. I swear."
"You'd have to keep it a secret, man. That's... that's trouble for me, lover."
"Who would I tell?" The only person he told secrets to was Lazlo.
Laz chuckled a little, held him close. "Good point."
Seemed like they weren't going to talk business after all, at least not for a little while longer.
Rick woke up slowly, blinking a little, Mickey's hair over his face like always. What wasn't like always was the heat behind him in the bed. Big, huge. Lots of muscles and one arm reaching past him, big hand wrapped around one of Mickey's hips.
Tank. The man sure did live up to his name.
Rick sighed softly, let his eyes close again. He approved.
Tank rumbled sleepily and pushed closer, cock huge and hard against his ass.
"Mmm." He could handle that.
Tank patted Mickey's hip and then his own, the man's breath hot on his neck. They started moving together, in slow, easy motions, both riding together. Tank began making noises, low groans and deep moans. His crack became slick as Tank's cock leaked drop after drop.
"More." Rick was all about morning nookie.
"Condom?" Tank's voice was morning rough.
"Uh-huh." He nodded, hands reached out for the strip of rubbers.
Mickey passed them to him, along with the lube, giving him an impish grin. Rick took them, handed them back, and then kissed his brother. Mickey kissed him back enthusiastically, if sleepily.
Then Tank's fingers rubbed along his crack, warm and slick and thick. He fucked Mickey's lips, humming happily as he pressed back into the touch. One of Tank's thick fingers pushed right into his ass, the lube cool on his swollen, hot hole. He whimpered into Mickey's lips.
One finger became two, Tank opening him up.
"More..." He spread, one of Mickey's hands dragging his leg over his twin's hip.
A third finger pushed into him, getting him ready for Tank's thick cock. He pushed back like a huge slut, eyes rolling in his head.
"Oh, I think you're ready." Tank's voice dragged down along his spine.
"Yeah. Yeah, please." He wasn't too proud, especially when Mickey's fingers joined Tank's.
"God, that's sexy." Tank and Mickey finger fucked him for a while, and then they pulled out and he could feel the blunt head of Tank's cock pressing at him.
Mickey wriggled down, lips trailing on his belly.
He didn't know which sensation to focus on, but when Tank's cock spread him wide and pushed in, he couldn't think of anything else. Low groans poured out of him, and he lifted his chin, turned his head, begging a kiss. Tank's lips closed over his.
Oh. Heaven. This was heaven.
His ass clenched around Tank's prick, the pressure perfect. Tank groaned and wrapped one hand around his cock, feeding it to Mickey's lips. Everything in him -- from his head to his toes, went white-hot and happy. This was a fucking wet dream.
Tank began to move. Each strong thrust pushed him into Mickey's mouth.
"Harder. Oh, fuck. Keeping you. So keeping you." Shut up. Shut up.
Mickey nodded over his cock, moaning low.
Tank gave it to him harder. The man grunted and sped up, pounding into him so good.
"Fuck." He shook a little, shifting to get Tank where he wanted the man. Tank shifted, too, and the next thing he knew, that fat cock pushed right against his gland. "Yes!" He jerked, eyes bugging out of his head. "Again. Fuck. Again."
Tank obliged, finding that good, hard rhythm again. The man was good enough to stay right there, hitting his gland over and over. He gasped, fighting to catch his breath, to think. It wasn't going to happen, though, not with Tank's fat cock splitting him open and Mickey's mouth pulling him in.
"Gonna. Gonna. I. Fucking hell." His head slammed back, throat working.
"Yeah, that's it, Rick. Come on my cock. Feels so fucking good."
"Tank." He looked down at his Mickey, saw the wild, happy grin.
Then he shot so hard his teeth rattled. Tank moaned, hand going tight on his hip as his ass clamped down. Mickey climbed up his body, rubbing off on his belly, kissing him with lips that tasted like them as heat sprayed on his skin.
Tank's hand slipped from his hip to Mickey's ass, patting it.
Mickey hummed, smiled. "Come home with us." It wasn't really a question.
"Sure." Tank laughed, the sound deep and rich. "For the day?" The last three words were less confident than the first.
"No." He looked at Mickey, who nodded, and then he looked up. "Come home. For real."
"Oh. Oh, yeah. Okay." Tank's arms went around them both, holding them in a tight hug. "I will."
"Oh, good." Mickey laughed, both of them snuggling in. "I mean, this is fabulous, but..."
He nodded. "Our place is a home."
"A home's better than a fantasy, any day." Tank kept holding them. "And I really am a winner now. The happiest winner ever."
***
Robin moaned and pushed back into Lazlo's thrusts as he dragged his hand along his own cock. Damn, but the man knew how to wind him up and send him flying. He hung there, on the edge. Lazlo's cock bashed into his prostate with every thrust. Every time it happened he squeezed the head of his cock. God he was close.
Lazlo's thrusts got harder and sharp teeth bit into his shoulder. Robin shouted, shooting hard enough he kind of blacked out a bit.
"Mmm. Good job, man." Lazlo nipped and bit at him.
He groaned as Lazlo started pulling out of him. Squeezing his ass, he tried to keep his lover inside. Once they were done the questions would start; they'd had a fantasy winner. Lazlo always came then; he always knew.
"Oh. Fuck, that's sweet."
"If I keep you hard will you do me again?" He’d like that. He’d love it.
"Fuck, yes. Business can wait."
Business. It was more than business, though, right? Lazlo wanted to let the business part wait. Robin squeezed his ass again.
"Oh, damn. You're so good at that." Oh, listen to that need. It was more than business. It was.
Rocking forward, he let Lazlo partly out and then pushed back to take the man's cock back in.
"Yes..."
He nodded. Yeah. Yeah, they were going to go again. Lazlo was going to fuck him into exhaustion. They started moving faster.
"You make me stupid..." Lazlo fucked him hard, their skin slapping together.
"You make me fly." He arched his back, pushing into each thrust.
"Beautiful bastard..."
"Come on, Laz, give it to me." He closed his eyes and just felt.
"Everything. Everything I have." One hand slapped his ass, just making it sting a little.
They kept moving together, hard and furious. He didn't want it to end. Moans were filling the air, Lazlo whimpering for him. His cock throbbed and he grabbed his balls to stave off his orgasm.
"I fucking feel you. Fuck, baby." Laz arched, humping into him.
"Yeah. Yeah. More." He couldn't hold out much longer.
"Need..." Laz sounded almost pained, almost scared. "Need you, Robbie."
"Got me. You've got me." Robin's orgasm went through him like a huge, long wave.
"Robbie!" Lazlo's body jerked, cock swelling, filling him.
He collapsed down onto the bed, panting for his breath.
Lazlo moaned, nuzzling him. "Damn, you're dangerous."
"I don't think I'm the dangerous one, Laz."
"No? You're dangerous to me."
He laughed. "How am I dangerous?" He wasn't the one with the intense, strange eyes and the questions.
"You can steal my heart, Robbie."
"Oh." He could hardly breathe at Laz's admission. "If I did, I'd be careful with it. I swear."
"You'd have to keep it a secret, man. That's... that's trouble for me, lover."
"Who would I tell?" The only person he told secrets to was Lazlo.
Laz chuckled a little, held him close. "Good point."
Seemed like they weren't going to talk business after all, at least not for a little while longer.
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My story in this one is Being Stupid, the story of old friends Harry and Parson who turn to each other one day and sparks fly ;)
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August 7, 2012
Two on Tuesday
Posted about the Olympics over on the Rainbow Studio Blog today.
Breaking Cover is still number 1 over at All Romance Ebooks!
Gratuitous cover picture with nummy men with abs...
Breaking Cover is still number 1 over at All Romance Ebooks!
Gratuitous cover picture with nummy men with abs...
August 6, 2012
My God It's Monday
Still enjoying the olympics, though I admit, once the swimming is over, the biggest joy is done. I love the other stuff, too, but the swimming... that's my absolute favorite for sure. YUM!
There's a sale at Torquere Books -- 20% off with the code nola2012. It's on until tomorrow night.
The Lover Unexpected Manlove Edition anthology comes out from Evernight Publishing this week. Being Stupid is my story in this anthology of friends turned lovers. These guys were great fun to write. They've got that good friend vibe where they can flip each other off and insult each other and have it mean 'I love you, man."
I'll be at the Rainbow Studio Blog tomorrow -- no doubt nattering about the Olympics and perhaps waxing poetic about swimmer bodies... where do I collect my predictable sticker?
It's August already somehow. I have to admit, I'm looking forward to saying that about next month, because that should have cooler weather attached ;)
Wishing I had a beach to go with my beer tonight, but at least the beer is nice and cold.
There's a sale at Torquere Books -- 20% off with the code nola2012. It's on until tomorrow night.
The Lover Unexpected Manlove Edition anthology comes out from Evernight Publishing this week. Being Stupid is my story in this anthology of friends turned lovers. These guys were great fun to write. They've got that good friend vibe where they can flip each other off and insult each other and have it mean 'I love you, man."
I'll be at the Rainbow Studio Blog tomorrow -- no doubt nattering about the Olympics and perhaps waxing poetic about swimmer bodies... where do I collect my predictable sticker?
It's August already somehow. I have to admit, I'm looking forward to saying that about next month, because that should have cooler weather attached ;)
Wishing I had a beach to go with my beer tonight, but at least the beer is nice and cold.
August 3, 2012
Fiction Friday
Club Fantasy, Chapter 25
Seth watched in the monitor, idly scratching around his horns. They all seemed to be having a good time in there -- sucking and fucking. They should really put mics in the rooms. It would make things easier.
"Are you playing peeping Tom, my love?" His favorite angel pressed up against him, kissed his neck.
His tail twitched, sliding up along Michael's leg. "Assuring our winner has a lovely night is all."
Michael purred at his touch. "And is he? Oh, twins! Sexy."
"He certainly seems to think so. He's going to be deliciously sore on Monday."
As he watched, one of the twins went down on their winner. The man had a beautiful six-pack, abs flexing as his hands grabbed at long hair. It was their faces that told the real story, though. All showing such pleasure.
"Then our work here is done, right?" Michael's fingers slid along his arms. They tickled gently along his skin, sending little sparks through him.
"Mmm. It is. Boss called?"
"Doesn't he always? I told him everything had worked out just fine." He could feel the shrug as Michael tried to dismiss the subject.
"Did he ask about the leak?" He knew the Boss had. Just like he knew they didn't know who it was. It was starting to get irritating.
Michael sighed. "It wasn't so much ask as ream me out about it. Again." His angel didn’t sound much happier about it than he felt. Long fingers rubbed his belly through his shirt.
"I'll take the next call. You have my word. We could fire everyone, hire all new ones." They had to do something before the Boss really lost it over this and did something more drastic than that, even.
"Yeah, we could. He doesn't just want it plugged, though, does he? He wants to know who it is." Michael shivered. "I would not want to be that person when the Boss catches up with them."
"No. He can be... enthusiastic." In fact, he'd been in the employ of the Boss for a hell of a lot longer than Michael had been. He was really close to only being an employee on retainer, too. Damn close.
"So." Michael started counting off items. "Boss' call in and dealt with for now. Check. Club locked up for the night. Check. Fantasy winner enjoying the hell out of his prize. Double check. Horny demon fucking his angel through the mattress... we seem to be missing a check here."
Seth's tail twitched, his horns itching. "You are thorough..."
"Yes. I think we should go to bed and discuss just how we're going to deal with that missing check." Michael's fingers slid up into his hair, thumbs brushing over his horns.
His lips parted, eyes rolling back in his head. "Uh-huh." What was it he was agreeing to?
Brushing thumbs turned into pinching fingers, Michael knowing how to make him need, how to push his buttons. "Then come with me, love."
"Come." He nodded, moaned and leaned into the touch. Michael didn’t have to stop anytime soon.
Michael chuckled, the sound throaty, sexy. "I could ask anything of you right now and you’d give it to me."
"Mmmhmm. Anything. Just don't stop."
"My beautiful, easy demon." Michael drew him to the private elevator that would take them up to their bedroom. He didn’t see it, though, the ornate doors, the shiny chrome, none of it mattered.
"Yours. You stopped touching."
"Oh, I'll have to do something about that." Michael's fingers returned to his horns, stroking them.
His knees buckled, the touch overwhelming, melting him, and he landed on the floor. "Michael."
"Yes, love. It's me." That husky laugh came again, those long fingers working magic.
His lips parted, and he leaned forward, mouth on the bulge in his lover's pants.
"Seth!" Michael's hands grabbed at his head, the sweet stroking ended.
The elevator lurched to a stop and he swayed slightly.
"You stopped again." He could bite, that would get Michael’s attention.
"That's because we're here." That wasn't the real reason, though, and he knew it. He knew Michael had gotten distracted.
"Come on, Seth. Bed." Obviously not too distracted, though.
"Bed. Naked." He stripped his shirt off as they walked.
"Oh, I do love it when you start ordering me around." Michael watched him undress.
"I want you." He sat on the bed, kicked off his shoes.
"I know. The feeling is absolutely mutual."
Michael finally started stripping off his clothes, revealing the beautiful pale body, the large, exquisite wings. His cock leapt, the flesh filling dark and hard between his thighs.
"Oh, Seth." Michael dropped onto his knees in front of Seth. Bending, Michael took his aching prick between red lips.
Seth’s fingers reached for those wings, the feathers tickling his fingertips. Michael shivered, all those feathers fluttering. The suction around his cock got stronger.
"More. Harder, Michael. I have need." His balls ached, his body tight.
Michael's teeth scraped along his flesh on the next pass. His fingers clenched, stroking his angel's wings. Michael's tongue slapped at the head of his cock and then pointed and began to fuck his slit.
His cries filled their room, along with the scent of sulphur. His wicked, evil angel.
One of Michael's hands slid between his thighs and fondled his balls. They were rolled and then tugged hard.
"Beloved!" Flames flashed under his ass, his cock jerking violently.
His cry spurred Michael to move faster. Everything intensified. Smoke poured from his fingers, almost, but not quite singeing Michael's feathers. Michael's wings spread slowly, wrapping around him as Michael's mouth tried to drag him all the way to heaven.
Spunk poured out of him, pleasure shooting from his balls, into his angel. Michael swallowed him all down, every last drop, a look of bliss on his angel's face.
He slumped back, panting. "Beloved one."
"Yours." Michael nipped at his right inner thigh and one hand slid around his cock. "Stay hard, love. I want you inside me."
"I am inside you, but I'll make love to you as well."
All day long.
Seth watched in the monitor, idly scratching around his horns. They all seemed to be having a good time in there -- sucking and fucking. They should really put mics in the rooms. It would make things easier.
"Are you playing peeping Tom, my love?" His favorite angel pressed up against him, kissed his neck.
His tail twitched, sliding up along Michael's leg. "Assuring our winner has a lovely night is all."
Michael purred at his touch. "And is he? Oh, twins! Sexy."
"He certainly seems to think so. He's going to be deliciously sore on Monday."
As he watched, one of the twins went down on their winner. The man had a beautiful six-pack, abs flexing as his hands grabbed at long hair. It was their faces that told the real story, though. All showing such pleasure.
"Then our work here is done, right?" Michael's fingers slid along his arms. They tickled gently along his skin, sending little sparks through him.
"Mmm. It is. Boss called?"
"Doesn't he always? I told him everything had worked out just fine." He could feel the shrug as Michael tried to dismiss the subject.
"Did he ask about the leak?" He knew the Boss had. Just like he knew they didn't know who it was. It was starting to get irritating.
Michael sighed. "It wasn't so much ask as ream me out about it. Again." His angel didn’t sound much happier about it than he felt. Long fingers rubbed his belly through his shirt.
"I'll take the next call. You have my word. We could fire everyone, hire all new ones." They had to do something before the Boss really lost it over this and did something more drastic than that, even.
"Yeah, we could. He doesn't just want it plugged, though, does he? He wants to know who it is." Michael shivered. "I would not want to be that person when the Boss catches up with them."
"No. He can be... enthusiastic." In fact, he'd been in the employ of the Boss for a hell of a lot longer than Michael had been. He was really close to only being an employee on retainer, too. Damn close.
"So." Michael started counting off items. "Boss' call in and dealt with for now. Check. Club locked up for the night. Check. Fantasy winner enjoying the hell out of his prize. Double check. Horny demon fucking his angel through the mattress... we seem to be missing a check here."
Seth's tail twitched, his horns itching. "You are thorough..."
"Yes. I think we should go to bed and discuss just how we're going to deal with that missing check." Michael's fingers slid up into his hair, thumbs brushing over his horns.
His lips parted, eyes rolling back in his head. "Uh-huh." What was it he was agreeing to?
Brushing thumbs turned into pinching fingers, Michael knowing how to make him need, how to push his buttons. "Then come with me, love."
"Come." He nodded, moaned and leaned into the touch. Michael didn’t have to stop anytime soon.
Michael chuckled, the sound throaty, sexy. "I could ask anything of you right now and you’d give it to me."
"Mmmhmm. Anything. Just don't stop."
"My beautiful, easy demon." Michael drew him to the private elevator that would take them up to their bedroom. He didn’t see it, though, the ornate doors, the shiny chrome, none of it mattered.
"Yours. You stopped touching."
"Oh, I'll have to do something about that." Michael's fingers returned to his horns, stroking them.
His knees buckled, the touch overwhelming, melting him, and he landed on the floor. "Michael."
"Yes, love. It's me." That husky laugh came again, those long fingers working magic.
His lips parted, and he leaned forward, mouth on the bulge in his lover's pants.
"Seth!" Michael's hands grabbed at his head, the sweet stroking ended.
The elevator lurched to a stop and he swayed slightly.
"You stopped again." He could bite, that would get Michael’s attention.
"That's because we're here." That wasn't the real reason, though, and he knew it. He knew Michael had gotten distracted.
"Come on, Seth. Bed." Obviously not too distracted, though.
"Bed. Naked." He stripped his shirt off as they walked.
"Oh, I do love it when you start ordering me around." Michael watched him undress.
"I want you." He sat on the bed, kicked off his shoes.
"I know. The feeling is absolutely mutual."
Michael finally started stripping off his clothes, revealing the beautiful pale body, the large, exquisite wings. His cock leapt, the flesh filling dark and hard between his thighs.
"Oh, Seth." Michael dropped onto his knees in front of Seth. Bending, Michael took his aching prick between red lips.
Seth’s fingers reached for those wings, the feathers tickling his fingertips. Michael shivered, all those feathers fluttering. The suction around his cock got stronger.
"More. Harder, Michael. I have need." His balls ached, his body tight.
Michael's teeth scraped along his flesh on the next pass. His fingers clenched, stroking his angel's wings. Michael's tongue slapped at the head of his cock and then pointed and began to fuck his slit.
His cries filled their room, along with the scent of sulphur. His wicked, evil angel.
One of Michael's hands slid between his thighs and fondled his balls. They were rolled and then tugged hard.
"Beloved!" Flames flashed under his ass, his cock jerking violently.
His cry spurred Michael to move faster. Everything intensified. Smoke poured from his fingers, almost, but not quite singeing Michael's feathers. Michael's wings spread slowly, wrapping around him as Michael's mouth tried to drag him all the way to heaven.
Spunk poured out of him, pleasure shooting from his balls, into his angel. Michael swallowed him all down, every last drop, a look of bliss on his angel's face.
He slumped back, panting. "Beloved one."
"Yours." Michael nipped at his right inner thigh and one hand slid around his cock. "Stay hard, love. I want you inside me."
"I am inside you, but I'll make love to you as well."
All day long.
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