Guest Author: J.P. Barnaby

Today’s Thursday author feature is going in a bit of a different direction.  J.P. Barnaby is my guest today and she’s decided to let her work do the talking. Instead of an interview or guest post, she’s written a short story for the blog. J.P. is an award winning author who, among other virtues, works to help homeless and in need LGBT teens. But be warned, her work is much hotter and steamier than anything I’ve ever thought about writing. If detailed sex offends you, take a pass on this weeks guest post.  Otherwise, sit back and be entertained.

A Source of Inspiration By J. P. Barnaby
Part One: The Idol

Excitement pulsed in my veins as I watched the clock on the register and waited for him to arrive. Trading shifts with Justin, the little prick, had cost me three Saturdays off, but to see Benjamin Foster signing books at my bookstore on my shift was worth any price – even missing my freshman composition class, which had already started. As a staff member, I would be able to assist my favorite author with what he needed in order to do the signing…whatever he needed. Mr. Foster’s assistant had scheduled the event for 2:00, just twenty more minutes, which meant that the man himself should be arriving at any time.

My cock swelled a bit in anticipation.

To say that Benjamin Foster was attractive seemed to be like comparing Kool-Aid to fine wine, or maybe a VW Beetle to a BMW. The analogy was wholly inadequate. Bronze-colored curls interspersed with gray locks that were just long enough to catch the light in his picture on the book jacket for Hard Vengeance. Deep, sexy, cobalt eyes offered a bedroom gaze from behind alluring glasses. But, his lips generally drew far too much of my attention. My attraction for him didn’t rest solely on his looks, , but also encompassed the sensual, erotic way in which he wrote his characters. The sex steamed the pages, but the depth of the characters made each moment hotter. I found myself rereading passages from dog-eared paperbacks before turning out the lights and fisting my cock beneath the sheets.

Stacking the books he would sign, I hid behind them for a long moment while I tried to will my erection away. I couldn’t face the Benjamin Foster with wood. As the bell on the front door rang, I considered going back to the employee lounge to get some ice from the freezer. When I walked around the table to head in that direction, I slammed into a hard body. The apology flew out of my mouth on the wind knocked from me by the impact. Grabbing ahold of the man I’d just sent hurtling toward the floor, I was able to keep us both upright.

Those fathomless blue eyes stared back at me as I looked into the man’s face.

“Mr. Foster, I am so sorry,” Rod, my manager, said as he succeeded in knocking me to the floor so that I sprawled at Benjamin Foster’s feet. My face burned as I rolled onto my back, off the knee that had slammed into the hardwood floor. To my surprise, Mr. Foster brushed Rod off with a wave of his hand before holding it out to me. It was his writing hand. I nearly creamed my shorts.

“Th…thank you, Mr. Foster,” I murmured once I stood upright. Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed to take the author a long time to let go of my hand. Instead of releasing it, he pumped it up and down slowly.

“I’m Ben Foster, and you are?” he asked with a smile that warmed me from the inside out. The fine lines around his eyes crinkled a little, but rather than giving the impression of age, they made me think more of maturity. It may have been a gimmick because of his celebrity, but it honestly seemed like he was interested in the answer to that question.

“Mitch… Mitch Kirby,” I responded with a shy smile of my own. It took a minute for me to realize that I hadn’t let go of his hand. But then, he hadn’t let go of mine either. As Rod cleared his throat, I pulled my hand back and saw my reluctance to break our contact mirrored on Ben’s face.

“Mr. Foster, is there anything I can do to help you set up for your signing?” I asked, silently praying to whatever god I could find that he had something that needed my personal attention.

“There is, actually, Mitch. If you could sit here with me and open the books to the title page for me, I’d appreciate that,” he said with a glance over at Rod, who scowled. If I sat in on the signing, he would have to run the register.

“Rod, is that alright?” I asked out of courtesy, but really, Ben had sealed it with his request. No way would Rod deny an author anything if he could help it, especially one as big as Ben Foster.

“Yeah, I’ll take the counter,” he answered, and I felt some smug satisfaction that his voice sounded petulant. Most days Rod and I got along fine, but my right then I couldn’t be too cordial because body ached from its quick and somewhat violent contact with the floor.

“Oh my God! It’s Benjamin Foster.” The not-so-subtle whisper came from a small contingent of women who had formed a line as we stood talking. They maintained a respectful distance from the signing table, but watched us closely. The woman in front, a busty brunette, wore a T-shirt with a Twitter username, probably hoping that the author would recognize her. Only, he wasn’t looking at them.

He was looking at me.

When our eyes met, he smiled as if he’d been caught doing something naughty. My cock stirred again at his look of mischief. I couldn’t explain it, but it felt to me like those intensely blue eyes made everything else in the room disappear. I could focus only on him.

“The natives are getting restless,” he commented with a wink. “I think we should probably get started. Come and sit here on my left. Just open the books to the title page and hold them flat so I can sign.” I sat next to him at the table, but glanced over my shoulder at the employee lounge because I wanted to go and grab the paperback sitting in my locker. He saw me looking and furrowed his brow.

“I have a book in my locker, I…well, I kind of wanted you to sign. I love your books,” I said in a rush and felt the blood rush once again to my face. The room seemed to have warmed considerably in the last few seconds.

I nearly choked when his hand slid up my thigh just inches from my crotch as he leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“Once we get through this afternoon and the fans have left, I’ll sign whatever your heart desires.” The subtle need in his voice brought my cock to full attention, and the sudden arousal made me a little light-headed. I didn’t have time to respond, because at that moment, he called over the first fan to sign her book.

For the next three hours, I sat next to one of the sexiest men I’d ever met. His leg brushed mine frequently as he shifted on his chair, which kept me at least half-hard for most of the afternoon. My balls ached by the time he finished writing his name in the last book with a flourish. Sweet-talking the woman as she giggled, he handed her the book and watched as she went back to join her friends, who waited near the Science Fiction section.

“Would you mind if I went to get my copy of Hard Vengeance?” I asked as I turned slightly in my seat to look at Benjamin. He faced me in his chair and once again rested his hand on my thigh. The heat from his palm burned right through my work pants, and I took a shaky breath.

“Of course, I’d love to sign your book. I was wondering if I could sign it in my suite, maybe over dinner,” he murmured, and my dick went from interested to needy. “What time do you get off?” At the words “get off,” it went from needy to throbbing. As he glanced around the almost empty bookstore, he slid his hand off my thigh and grazed my erection with the back of his hand.

I whimpered.

“It seems as though your cock kind of likes that idea,” he observed in a whisper. I loved the way his breath felt on my neck as he said it. Tiny little hairs stood on end, and I shivered even as I nodded.

“My shift ends at five,” I told him quietly, not having any idea of the time. He looked down at his watch and grinned.

“So, about ten minutes ago then,” he said, and I thanked sweet baby Jesus. “I’m going to get my car out of the lot, and I’ll pick you up out front.”

I simply nodded again, dumbstruck. The whole situation was just fucking surreal. Benjamin Foster, the Benjamin Foster, whose books I spent more time jacking off to than any online porn, wanted to take me to his hotel room. I sure as hell wasn’t going to pass up that chance.

“I’ll be ready,” I assured him as I pulled my company-issued polo shirt out of my pants to cover the bulge in them. At eighteen, just about everything got me hard. Normally I could calm myself down, but not then. No way would I be able to calm down with the idea of being fucked by Benjamin Foster first and foremost in my mind.

My cock throbbed again.

He winked at me as he went up to thank Rod for allowing him to hold his signing and to exchange all the normal pleasantries. I practically ran to the employee break room. My Sketchers squeaked as I came to a stop in front of my locker. The lock didn’t open on the first try, but I took it slower the second time and finally it popped open. I’d have skipped grabbing my jacket if that’s all I needed, but I also wanted my book. After I’d picked it up the day it came out, I had read it a dozen times, and the worn binding made that pretty obvious.

I waved at Rod and Pete, who had come in for the evening shift. They waved back, and I practically skipped out into the autumn sunshine. A blue Camry sat waiting at the curb. I peeked in to make sure Benjamin sat behind the wheel and then climbed in. He looked around quickly before putting a hand on my cheek. Tilting my face toward him, his lips claimed mine in a slow, probing kiss. I felt him moan into my mouth and nearly came in my pants.

“God,” he whispered as he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine. “You are absolutely gorgeous.” I left my forehead pressed against his and just sat in the seat feeling stunned. No one had ever called me that before. I took the initiative, buried my fingers in his short curls, and kissed him back. As I kissed him, I slid my hand down into his lap and rubbed the front of his black pants. I hid my smirk as he groaned and broke the kiss.

“You’re sure?” he asked between heavy breaths.

“I want you to take me back to your suite and fuck me,” I whispered so that there would be no question as to why I’d gone with him.

“Buckle up,” he said and shoved the car into gear. The tires squealed a bit as he pulled out into traffic, and I laughed. It felt so good to be wanted like that. None of the guys my age really paid much attention to me, and Benjamin was sophisticated and sexy and beautiful.

Part Two: Warming Up

The drive to the hotel didn’t last long at all, and after barely ten minutes, we stood outside his door. Fishing in his pocket for a key, he never let go of my hand as he unlocked the door. When he pushed it open and I saw the bed beyond, I started to feel a little nervous. I’d had sex only a handful of times, and this man wrote sex for a living. His characters had done things I’d never even thought of. I didn’t want to be “just some kid” with him.

When I looked up, I noticed that he was watching my face.

“Have you changed your mind?” Benjamin asked gently. My heart raced because I knew I’d have to confess. I didn’t want him to think that I wasn’t into him or that I didn’t want him.

“No, I’m just…I’m not very…uhm…experienced. I don’t want to disappoint you,” I whispered. My shoes suddenly became very interesting, and my face felt like the room temperature had jumped twenty degrees. I was surprised to feel Benjamin’s warm body press against mine—and even more surprised to feel his hard cock rub my hip.

“Does that feel like I’m disappointed?” he asked in a heated whisper, flexing his hips so that his hard cock slid over mine through the few layers of denim and cotton between us. “I just want to push you onto that bed and rock your whole fucking world.” His lips nudged against mine, and I opened to him even as he swallowed my hoarse whimper. He broke the kiss only to pull my polo shirt and the T-shirt underneath over my head before pushing me gently toward the bed. As we moved, he backed off, giving me time to change my mind. I didn’t.

The backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed, and I sat quickly, toeing out of my shoes. Without a bit of hesitation, I crab-walked backward up the bed and watched while Benjamin unbuttoned his elegant blue button-down. The way his eyes never left mine while he stripped made me ache. When only his black dress pants remained, he crawled onto the bed next to me and tenderly put a warm hand on my chest.

Rolling him onto his back, I straddled his hips and leaned down to kiss him. He smiled into the kiss, and I felt his strong hands land on my ass. I moved down just a bit, rubbing my body against his as I kissed his chest. The hair there appeared to be neatly trimmed, and I wasted no time in pulling one of his soft nipples between my lips. I’d never done it, but I’d seen it done in a video once. Sucking lightly, I grinned to myself when he fisted the back of my hair in sheer pleasure. A deep groan resonated in his chest as the taut bud grew harder in my mouth. I nibbled softly and tried to figure out what turned him on.

“God, that feels…” he started, but I’d already moved down over his abdomen, and the feeling of my mouth so close to his cock seemed to distract him from finishing his thought. His hand moved from my hair to my shoulder when I slid his belt out of its buckle. The touch felt warm, almost intimate, and I craved it. Once the button and zipper were open on his pants, I brushed my lips over him through his thin briefs. As I exhaled across the soft material, I looked up into his face. His hand clenched almost painfully on my shoulder.

“Have you..?” Benjamin asked, his voice soft as silk. I nodded and started to pull down his briefs. He lifted his hips, and I decided just to finish undressing him just to see his body in the subtle lighting of the suite. We hadn’t turned any of the lamps on, but the afternoon sun filtering in through the almost transparent curtains illuminated his beautiful body. Pulling his pants and briefs down caused his erection to spring from its confines and smack against his abdomen. A small pearl of wetness remained on his skin, so I snatched it up with my tongue, much to his delight.

Then, I took a deep breath and steadied myself. I wasn’t lying when I said I’d done this before. Unfortunately, I’d done it only twice. Trying to get a feel for things, so to speak, I ran my tongue over the soft spongy head and felt his body shiver. Gaining more confidence, I did it again, and his hips lifted off the bed as he drove his cock between my lips. I sucked hard and wrapped my hand around the base to keep it steady. I looked up and saw him watching me. His free hand stroked my hair back from my face, and I tried to go deeper.

Benjamin’s eyes closed then, and his head fell back onto the pillow, but I gagged because I’d gone down a little too far.

“Careful, baby, use your hand and just suck on the tip,” he instructed between low, ragged breaths. “God, you feel so good.” Spreading his legs wider, he took my hand and pulled it between his thighs. His balls were warm and soft in my fingers as I stroked them. Even that small bit of contact made Benjamin writhe on the bed. His needy sounds, the trembling in his hands as he held on to my shoulder, and the feeling of his strong, hard cock on my tongue all made me want to let go and come as I rubbed myself against the bed. I moaned around his dick and heard him gasp just before he pulled on my shoulder.

“Come up here. I want your cock in my mouth.” His voice shook, and I couldn’t really argue with feeling his lips around my swollen dick, so I switched places with him quickly. Stretching out on the bed, I reached for the button on my pants so that I could take them off, but he brushed my hands away.

“I want to do that,” he murmured against my neck, leaving tiny kisses and tender bites along the column of my throat. He skimmed his lips along my cheek before his mouth covered mine again, and the resulting penetrating kiss made my balls ache with the need to come. The leisurely way in which he kissed me made me feel like maybe he wanted to take his time. He wanted to be more patient with me than I had been with him.

Benjamin leisurely rolled my nipples between his fingers so he could watch me thrust my hips up uselessly. He rubbed my cock through my pants though all I wanted was to feel him sucking me. Still partially dressed, all I could think about was being naked and spread beneath him.

His warm breath on my stomach made me throb as he began to unbutton my Dockers.

“Yeah, Benjamin, please…” I moaned and grabbed his forearm, not to stop him, but just to feel him. He pulled my zipper down, and I nearly stopped breathing when his mouth covered my dick through my boxers. I could feel his breath, warm and tantalizing. I could feel his teeth and his lips. They made me want to beg for it. I wanted to cry and whimper, like a bitch in heat, until my cock was thrusting in and out of his hot, skilled mouth.

Rather than pulling my pants off, as I wanted him to, Benjamin was content simply to stroke the insides of my thighs while he teased me through my boxers. Losing myself in the feeling, I rubbed my crotch up into his face, and he moaned, sending vibrations clear through to my spine. Opening my mouth to beg him to suck me, I snapped it closed when his fingers dug underneath the waistbands of my pants and boxers. I couldn’t jerk my ass off the bed fast enough as I tried to help him get my clothes off. He pulled them down my legs and then over my feet to free me. When I looked down at him, I noticed that he wasn’t looking at my face, but at my raging cock.

Before I could discern his expression, his mouth had closed around the head of my dick.

“Oh, Jesus,” I whispered as the suction, the friction, and the heat of his mouth overwhelmed me. The sheer pleasure of it took my fucking breath away. Then, he started to move. Benjamin’s head bobbed up and down over my groin, sucking me deeper into his throat each time his mouth came down. I couldn’t move; I couldn’t think—all I could do was feel. I spread my legs further, wantonly begging for more.

When he slid two fingers into his mouth next to my dick, I knew I was going to get more.

He pushed my knees up, and I grabbed them. As I held myself open for him, I felt incredibly vulnerable. One hand came up to rest on my stomach while he rubbed my entrance with the other. Benjamin stroked the skin just below my navel affectionately before penetrating me with his fingers. Breathing deep, I got past the initial burn and concentrated on that sweet fullness. My eyes closed and my back arched as I tried to get him to go deeper. God, I was so tight, I could almost feel the ridges of his fingerprints as he probed me.

My toes curled when he hit a spot inside me that made sparks fly up my spine.

“Oh my God,” I cried, and my eyes popped open. When I looked down and watched him suck me, our eyes met. Very slowly, I began to ride his fingers and push up into his mouth. His swollen lips took in every inch of my cock. When my balls started to tighten and that hot tingle spread between my legs, I pulled back slowly.

He didn’t protest, but simply flopped down onto the bed next to me and opened his arms. I snuggled into his embrace.

“You were gonna make me come. I don’t want to come until you’re inside me,” I whispered, and then his lips were on mine again, making it hard to think.

“Did you like how I touched you with my fingers?” he murmured into my hair.

“Oh God, yeah… I’ve never felt anything like that,” I confessed.

He chuckled and said, “That’s just one of the advantages of experience.”

I wanted to have more experiences, starting right then.

  Part Three: Experience of a Lifetime

Reclining against the pillows, I closed my eyes and tried to slow my breathing. Benjamin had me so damn close to coming, I had to calm down, or our night would be over almost before it began. He nipped at my ear before climbing off the bed. I lifted up onto my elbows to watch when he opened his suitcase and pulled something out. When he straightened again to return to the bed with condoms and lube, I got a full look at his nude body. Where he could have been fleshy or plump from such a sedentary career, Benjamin was lean and sinewy. The grace with which he moved belied sophistication. I felt truly blessed; it was me he had chosen to take to bed.

When he entered me with my legs resting almost casually on his shoulders, I felt truly alive.

Benjamin started slowly at first, letting me get used to the stretch of my ass around his cock. A whimper escaped my pursed lips when he bottomed out and I felt hips press against my ass. His hot breath caressed my face, and I lifted my head from the pillow to kiss him, swallowing his deep moan when my legs wrapped around his waist.

I didn’t wrap my arms around his neck, though, so that I could reach between us and rub his hot little nipples. He responded by covering my mouth again with his and rolling his hips in a slow grind that took my breath away. Gently, Benjamin broke the kiss and leaned forward so that his lips were against my ear.

“God, Mitch…” Hearing him say my name, especially in that needy, desperate whisper, made my cock throb. I reached down and started to stroke myself lightly. Gone were my insecurity and my fear that I couldn’t please him. With his voice in my head, I knew that he loved it. At some point, he had ceased to be Benjamin Foster, best-selling author, and had become Benjamin, my lover. I don’t know when it happened, but the level playing ground made me more adventurous.

I pushed him back, and he slid from my body slowly with a curious glance. Winking at him, I moved over and whispered, “Lie on your back.” His grin radiated light and warmth all over my naked skin, and I returned it.

When he held his arms out to me from the center of the bed, I climbed carefully up to straddle his hips. Before I could lower myself onto his waiting erection, he pulled me forward. The kiss he gave me then could have scorched the sheets. I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth while he held the back of my neck with one hand and stroked my balls with the other.

Once again, our encounter almost ended abruptly as I felt that sweet tingle start in my groin.

Pulling his hand away so that I didn’t come all over his furry, muscled abs, I reached back and guided him into me. I sank onto him, feeling him stretch and fill me. My eyes closed, and I concentrated on that sensation. When my ass pressed against his hips, his cock buried deep in me, I stopped for just a moment and opened my eyes. The look of wonder on Benjamin’s face made me smile. Desire filled his face—desire for me—and it thrilled me to my very soul.

Watching his eyes, I started to move. Undulating my hips, I felt his dick rub hard against my prostate, and I broke out in a hot sweat. God, every inch of me burned for him. Benjamin had his hands on my hips, nearly on my ass, but he caressed my skin gently. I reached down and continued stroking myself faster, his cock making my body beg.

“Fucking beautiful,” Benjamin growled. His eyes never left mine as I rode him, driving us headlong toward oblivious orgasm.

“Fuck… Oh… Oh my God,” I cried as the most intense feeling I’d ever had rocketed down my spine and out through my dick. Falling forward with a hand on his chest, I pumped hard as my muscles locked, and I squeezed his cock inside me. My come shot over his stomach in thick splotches of pearly white against his skin. I shuddered, my vision blurring for a moment as my powerful orgasm began to wane. Benjamin’s hands held my hips still as he knifed his hips up, driving into me. I grabbed one of his hands, just holding it to have another connection with him.

Within minutes, his back arched and his head drove back into the pillow. He all but lifted me on top of him as he exploded into the condom still buried deep within me. Letting go of my hip, he grabbed onto my hand and held it as wave after wave of pure bliss cascaded through him.

He pulled me down to lie next to him and rolled for a moment to discard the condom and wipe his stomach with the far corner of the sheet. I rested my head on his broad chest and listened to him trying to get his breathing back under control.

“That was…” Benjamin started, and put a hand over his face. “Wow.” I chuckled under my breath and moved closer to him.

“Yes, it was.”

We stayed in bed for another hour, talking about nothing, really, before my stomach rumbled and he honored his promise for dinner. Since neither of us wanted the company of others, he ordered room service for two, and we sat at a small table by the window to eat and talk. I thought the conversation might be awkward or forced, but instead, I found him incredibly easy to open up to. Before I went down to catch a cab back to my apartment, he kissed me. The long, sensual, almost bruising kiss spoke of reluctant separation, and I thought maybe he had been just as affected by our encounter as I had.

It was only when I got back to my apartment and took off my jacket that I remembered the book in the pocket. I’d forgotten to have him sign it, and my heart hurt. If I’d never see him again, I’d wanted that one thing to remind myself that the experience had been real.

When I bought our bookstore’s very first copy of his next novel, I got the validation I sought in the book’s dedication:

For Mitch, a source of inspiration beside which all others pale in comparison.

New From J.P. Barnaby:  Aaron
Blurb:

I can’t describe what it’s like to want to scream every minute of every day.

Two years after a terrifying night of pain destroyed his normal teenage existence, Aaron Downing still clings to the hope that one day, he will be a fully functional human being. But his life remains a constant string of nightmares, flashbacks, and fear. When, in his very first semester of college, he’s assigned Spencer Thomas as a partner for his programming project, Aaron decides that maybe “normal” is overrated. If he could just learn to control his fear, that could be enough for him to find his footing again.

With his parents’ talk of institutionalizing him—of sacrificing him for the sake of his brothers’ stability—Aaron becomes desperate to find a way to cope with his psychological damage or even fake normalcy. Can his new shrink control his own demons long enough to treat Aaron, or will he only deepen the damage?

Desperate to understand his attraction for Spencer, Aaron holds on to his sanity with both hands as it threatens to spin out of control.

 About the Author:

Award winning romance novelist, J. P. Barnaby has penned over a dozen books including the Forbidden Room series, the Little Boy Lost series, and Aaron. As a bisexual woman, J.P. is a proud member of the GLBT community both online and in her small town on the outskirts of Chicago. A member of Mensa, she is described as brilliant but troubled, sweet but introverted, and talented but deviant. She spends her days writing software and her nights writing erotica, which is, of course, far more interesting. The spare time that she carves out between her career and her novels is spent reading about the concept of love, which, like some of her characters, she has never quite figured out for herself.

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