Tease Me Thursday #43: Don't Look Back

Brrr, and a chilly Thursday it is! Winter seems determined to remind us it's here - as if we didn't know that. At least it's not snowing here, except for a very little bit yesterday that didn't amount to anything. So now we're one step closer to the weekend, so it's time to be teased, right?

Seven words, seven sentences, seven paragraphs. Just a little bit to whet your appetite!

In this week's snippet from Don't Look Back, Lee brings out the remote control vibrating butt plug, and it's down to business. Although it's a waiting game they're playing, as he keeps control of the remote and keeps Marshall on simmer all day!  Enjoy!

“Now, bend over and spread’em,” Lee directed.  He set the remote aside and pulled the lube from the drawer in the bedside table.

Marshall obeyed and bent over the bed, his forehead touching the bedspread, his hands going to his backside, spreading his cheeks.   

“Such a pretty sight,” Lee murmured, coming up behind him. He felt Lee’s lips lightly press a kiss onto his pucker, before he slid the lubed plug into position. It fit snugly in Marshall’s channel.

Tease Me Thursday #37: Don't Look Back

Hello and welcome to Tease Me Thursday, where authors can show you their 7 - 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs. Whether a WIP or a published story, we're here to entice and amuse and titillate. It's almost Friday, let the party begin!

Don't Look Back

This week, I bring you more of my continuing flash, Don't Look Back, about a couple with an unusual relationship. In today's snippet, they're visiting San Antonio, a combination of business and pleasure, and they're at the hotel. Enjoy!

When he looked up, he saw Lee had also stripped, and wore only a black pair of boxers. Feeling Marshall’s eyes on him, he turned in a small circle, affording Marshall a better view. And what a view it was! Marshall licked his lips, his mouth going suddenly dry.

“Um, wow,” he managed to say as he swallowed. The desire to lick Lee’s ass was overwhelming, and his cock began to rise accordingly, filling the front of his boxers rather nicely. Not like he could hide his condition, so he didn’t bother.

He took a step toward Lee, and then another, his hands stretching toward that luscious flesh, wanting to touch so badly he could taste it, but Lee sidestepped him easily. Marshall pushed out his lip in a pout and Lee caught it, pressing their mouths together in a slow-burning kiss, a simmering fire that threatened to flame when properly kindled. Lee’s hands caressed Marshall’s bare ass, his fingers sliding into the crack, over his hole.

Marshall shuddered with need, moaning into Lee’s mouth.

He expected Lee to walk him backward, toward the king-size bed that dominated the room, push him onto it, and then let the fun begin… But Lee surprised him. He released him instead and took a step back.

“I’ve changed my mind. We’re going out.”

Going out? What! Why?

Tease Me Thursday #36: Don't Look Back

Almost Friday, isn't it? So time for a little bit of a tease! Whether 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs...


Today the tease, and tomorrow, the winners of my Halloween Spooktacular blog hop!

Today my tease comes from my current flash fiction, Don't Look Back. Marshall and Lee are in a sex shop in San Antonio. Enjoy!

They found the remote-control vibrating butt plug Lee had mentioned, and added it to the items in their cart. Then they wandered through the clothing section, where they discovered the assless underwear.

“I can think of a lot of uses for something like this.” Lee held a colorful pair in his hands, openly admiring them. He looked between them and Marshall. Marshall could only imagine what he had in mind… and he loved the idea.

“You know that old saying,” he ventured to say.

“What’s that?”

“What’s good for the goose…”

“So I’m a gander, am I?” But Lee was grinning as he leaned toward Marshall. “And why should I wear something like this?” he questioned in a soft voice.

“So I can lick your hole,” Marshall whispered back, their gazes meeting.

Tease me Thursday #33: Don't Look Back

When it's almost Friday, and you're itching to do something fun, come on in, and have a tease! It's Tease Me Thursday, and we're going to show you our 7! Whether 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs.

So sit back and relax, think about the weekend, and let's have a little bit of fun!

This week's tease comes from my ongoing flash story - Don't Look Back. Marshall and Lee have an unusual relationship, a very loving one. This week, they're having some fun in the sun. Enjoy!

Lee knew what Marshall wanted—Lee always understood Marshall’s needs. Marshall watched as Lee moved his hand from Marshall’s balls, picked up the lube and one-handedly pushed open the cap. He spilled a small amount of the lube onto Marshall’s stomach; it was cool to the touch, not unpleasantly so. Setting the tube aside, Lee dipped his fingers into the substance, slicking them. “Spread’em, sweet cheeks,” he directed, and Marshall happily obeyed.

Marshall pulled his legs back and held them against his chest, knowing this would give Lee greater access.

“How many?” Lee wanted to know, licking the top of Marshall’s cock.

“Three.”

“Let’s work up to that, why don’t we? Start with two?”

Marshall nodded his assent. Lee slid two fingers slowly inside Marshall’s channel, even as he devoured his cock once more. Oh God, that felt good. He clenched his muscles about Lee’s fingers, hoping to keep them there forever. He knew what was coming, and he braced for it.

Sure enough, Lee reached Marshall’s prostate and pushed against the bundle of nerves. Marshall yelped; Lee did it again.

Tease Me Thursday #32: Don't Look Back

When it's almost Friday, and you're itching to do something fun, come on in, and have a tease! It's Tease Me Thursday, and we're going to show you our 7! Whether 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs.

So sit back and relax, think about the weekend, and let's have a little bit of fun!

My excerpt this week is from my ongoing flash story, Don't Look Back. Marshall and Lee are an unusual couple. Today, they are going fishing. And having a little fun in the sun.  Enjoy!

Don't Look Back

Marshall and Lee carried everything from the truck to their usual spot beneath the jacaranda tree that grew near the pond. Planted by a previous owner, it was a good twenty feet tall, and even now was covered in bluish-purple blossoms. Marshall spread out the blanket while Lee straightened out the tackle. By the time he was done, Marshall was lying on top of the blanket, naked, beside the thermos of coffee they’d brought.

“Hot already?” Lee arched a brow, and Marshall grinned at the double entendre.

“Always for you.”

“Sure it’s not for Kelly in the deli?” Lee teased, stripping off his own clothes and adding them to the pile of Marshall’s at the edge of the blanket.

“I’m sure,” Marshall insisted, crawling across the blanket on his hands and knees to where Lee stood, watching him. “She’s missing something very vital to my happiness, if you know what I mean.”

“No, what do you mean?” Lee made a point of gripping his hardening cock, pumping slightly, his eyes fixed on Marshall.

“You know exactly what I mean. You’re touching it.”

Tease Me Thursday #31: Don't Look Back

When it's almost Friday, and you're itching to do something fun, come on in, and have a tease! It's Tease Me Thursday, and we're going to show you our 7! Whether 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs.

So sit back and relax, think about the weekend, and let's have a little bit of fun!

Lee stood at the stove, his back to Marshall, giving Marshall a full dead-on view of his magnificent backside. Mmm, what a sight first thing in the morning. Marshall’s cock twitched, blood rushing south in a hurry. Lee wore an apron, but that was all. The man was too smart to cook bacon without some protection for delicate parts that would object to being spattered with hot grease, tasty or otherwise.

Marshall padded silently up behind Lee, kissed one bare shoulder then the other, his hands cupping Lee’s ass.

“’Bout time you got up, sleepyhead,” Lee teased. But Marshall knew he wasn’t mad, especially since he pushed back against him, grinding his ass into Marshall’s growing erection.

“You shoulda woke me.” Marshall glanced at the stove and his mouth watered. Just what he’d hoped for—Lee’s famous bacon, eggs, cheese, peppers, and jalapeno breakfast. When he was a kid, Lee used to joke if this didn’t put hair on his chest, nothing would. Marshall would run to the bathroom after he ate and look in the mirror, hopeful to find the same dark chest hair Lee had, but the only thing that greeted him was bare, smooth flesh. Until he hit puberty, anyway. And even then, the hair was fine and red. But by then he didn’t mind as much.

Lee finished stirring and removed the large spoon from the skillet before he moved it to another burner and turned off the heat. “Untie this thing, willya?” he asked, and Marshall gladly complied.

 Lee removed the apron and slung it over one of the kitchen chairs. He pulled Marshall into his arms and kissed him gently. “I had an idea. I was thinking that after we eat, we can go out to the pond and do a little fishing. Weather’s supposed to be good. There’s nothing pressing for today that can’t wait until tomorrow. We can stop by the deli and pick up some of that cold fried chicken you like so much, get some sides to go with it. A cold twelve pack. What do you think?”

“Sounds like a terrific idea.” Just the kind of day to chase the frights away. He pressed closer to Lee, his hand snaking between them, attempting to snare Lee in its grasp. Lee caught the wandering hand and pulled it away with a grin.

Tease Me Thursday #27: Forbidden

Happy Thursday, and welcome to Tease Me Thursday! It's almost Friday, you can feel it, right? So let's have some fun before the weekend arrives with a little bit of teasing!

Today, I'm going to tease you with a little bit of an old WIP of mine called Forbidden. At one time, it was running once a month, as a series. Now it waits for my return.

Forbidden takes place in the future, to a time when the birth rate is alarmingly low, and infant mortality too high, and children are too precious to risk. The church has finally relented their stance against priests marrying and having families, although homosexuality is still a crime. The United States is now the Alliance of States, and includes Canada. The country is working to rebuild itself, after a devastating war, and prisons are scary places to be. Jerico James is the spoiled son of a wealthy man who's pushed his luck and must be punished. He'd being sent to Sanctum, one of the government help centers, located in the Midwest.  In this snippet, he's arrived at a bus station, waiting for his ride to Sanctum. Enjoy!

The bus ride had been long, boring, and utterly without merit. Part of the reason for the longevity of the ride was the condition of the roads. Some arterial highways were little traveled and had yet to be repaired; sometimes detours were tricky and time consuming. Although Jerico had spent a little time with the two young admiring females who sat across from him, their company had quickly grown tepid, and he had retired to the solitude of his own thoughts, instead. The future seemed bleak and dismal, at least from his perspective, filled with toil, labor and hard work.  That was no way for a man to live.

The town where he’d been finally dropped off, along with his luggage, was nothing in comparison to the one he’d left the day before, but it wasn’t like he’d a say-so in the matter, and he knew Sanctum would be even smaller than this. To his surprise, there was no one there waiting to meet him. He was given instructions by the officer who met the bus: where to sit, and what would happen if he didn’t do so. He shrugged and did as he was told, taking a seat on a bench in the bus terminal. The man had let him know in no uncertain terms that he was being watched, what else could he do?

This terminal was not as busy as the other. It wasn’t like he could slip into the crowd and make good his escape; he’d be too obvious. So he tapped his foot and waited. Suddenly, his attention was drawn by the tittering and giggling of a group of passing young ladies, by their sighs of deep admiration and adulation—sounds which were not aimed at him. He turned his head and saw the most gorgeous man he’d ever seen in his life, coming toward him.

He could see why the sighs for this beauty— he was ready to release one himself over this veritable god. To his surprise, the man stopped in front of him, looking directly at him.

“Jerico James?” he asked, “I’m here to take you to Sanctum.”

Jerico smiled. Maybe this was his lucky day after all.  Maybe Sanctum would be more interesting than he’d imagined it would.

One could hope.

Tease Me Thursday #26: Don't Look Back (Sunday edition)

Sorry this is so late. As you know, my computer died on Monday, and I was offline most of the week, only now getting caught up. I apologize at how late this is. Next week has to be better, right?

Tease Me Thursday is where authors showcase WIPs or published works, a little something to tease your reading appetite before the weekend comes!

Don't Look Back is  my ongoing flash story that I write for the Wednesday Briefs. In this scene, Marshall and Lee are out for the evening, along with their friend Roy, when a stranger approaches the table and hits on Marshall, wanting him to dance. I think this is a great glimpse into Marshall and Lee's relationship. Enjoy!

He and Lee had an agreement—Marshall was free to dance with anyone, provided he received permission. And with the strict understanding nothing else would occur, there or anywhere else. Not that Marshall wanted anything or anyone else, but those were the rules, and he followed them. It wasn’t that Lee couldn’t keep up with Marshall. It was more a matter of giving Marshall his own space, Lee called it. A question of trust.

Marshall automatically glanced at Lee.

“With your father’s permission, of course,” the man added.

Marshall snickered, just before Lee pulled him close and laid a liplock on him that took his breath away.

Tease Me Thursday #25: Lust Never Sleeps

It's almost Friday, and not only that, but it's the start of a three day weekend for those in the US - Labor Day! Hooray! What better way to celebrate than sharing some WIPS? Tease Me Thursday is a place for authors to show off their WIPs or their published works - 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs.

Today, I'm giving you a taste of Lust Never Sleeps, which I am currently posting both at Literotica and Gay Authors. It's a quirky, dark comedy, with steampunk elements as well as romance. This is the beginning, where Darryl meets Sawyer Enjoy! And don't forget to visit the other authors in the hop!

Lust Never Sleeps

“How good is your French accent?”

“I beg your pardon?” Darryl craned his neck, peering around him, but there was no one close enough who could be considered to be within earshot. No one paying the slightest attention. So that settled that. This lunatic must be talking to him.

This rather lovely, albeit strange, lunatic.

“Do you parlez vous Francais? Speak a little frog? Enough to be mistaken for a native? If not a native, someone from Canada maybe?”

The speaker was gorgeous, in a cat-walk drop-dead kind of way. Blond hair, short, slicked back. Dirty blond, actually. With just a trace of stubble around his lips and chin. And cinnamon eyes. The kind of guy that made Darryl’s heart beat faster than a junkie’s on speed.

Darryl hadn’t intended to come to Hannagan’s tonight. He was tired of one night stands. Tired of the same old, same old. Tired of being treated like nothing more than a pretty face, a quick roll in the hay. Tired of people recognizing him for a few sleazy tabloid shots. That was long over and hardly worth remembering. He hadn’t even known who the guy was until he found himself in the backseat of his Mercedes, sucking his cock like no tomorrow. Not till the flash bulbs went off and his name and face were promoted to the front page of every supermarket rag around. He never saw or heard from the stranger again—imagine that.

This guy didn’t seem interested in all of that. Although what he was after, Darryl couldn’t figure out for the life of him. But something inside of him, some little tickle, told him to at least play along. For now.

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Tease Me Thursday #24: Crossroads

Welcome to Tease Me Thursday, where authors bring you 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 sentences of their WIPs or completed works, and tease you with them. Almost Friday, time to do a little teasing!

Today I'm going to give you a tease from an upcoming short story in Wayward Ink's Stranded anthology, which will release in October. My story is called Crossroads, and it's about two young men who are each at a crossroad in their lives. This is where they meet, at a rest stop in Missouri. Enjoy! And don't forget to visit the other authors in the hop!

Crossroads

The vending machines sat behind a partition at the back of the building, with the restrooms located on either side of the single open room—men to the left, women to the right. He was still debating on whether water would really be satisfactory, especially as he knew he’d have no choice of flavors. Plain it would be, and plain he’d have to live with, whereas if he got lemon-lime soda, at least it’d have flavor...

As he rounded the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks, his thought not only unfinished, but completely slammed from his head by the sight before him. A figure stood in front of one of the vending machines, slender legs encased in tight blue jeans that led to the most gorgeous ass Tal thought he’d ever seen in his life, a notion that was seconded by his dick, which twitched its agreement.

Genie who?

The girl had fine blonde hair, so pale it seemed almost white, but maybe that was just due to the harshness of the lights. Tal’s heart was beating a staccato tattoo inside his chest at the way she shifted her weight from one leg to the next. His imagination began to run rampant, as he pictured himself placing his hands on those dainty hips, drawing her to him as he nibbled on her neck. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on. A little voice inside his head rejoiced. Genie was wrong—he wasn’t what she’d said he was, and this was proof positive of that. It was all her fault if he found more pleasure in a book than in her bed. See? The proof of his sexuality was here, staring him in the face. Well, her ass, his face.

And then she turned, and in the next moment all his illusions shattered around him.

She... was... a he.

Just damn.

Tease Me Thursday #23: Leonardo DiCaprio is a Vampire

Friday is almost here, you can almost feel the weekend, can't you? The freedom, the fun! To tide you over, let's celebrate with a little bit of a tease. Something we like to call Tease Me Thursday.

This week I'm bringing you a snippet from Leonardo DiCaprio is a Vampire. Hunter and Fisher are best friends and have been for years. In this scene, they discuss the ramifications of Hunter being a vampire. Enjoy! And don't forget to visit the other authors in the hop!

Hunter raised his head, and Fisher could see the light of mischief burn in those eyes. "You want to know if being a vampire keeps me from getting it up?" Hunter snickered.

"That's a crude version of my question, but yes." Hunter had a way of seeing through everything he said or did, always had.

Hunter took Fisher's hand and guided it to his bulging crotch. "Does that answer your question?"

"Pretty much, yeah." Fisher tried to sound casual, but his voice managed to jump a complete octave, in spite of his best efforts to contain it. The feel of Hunter's hardness, the immediacy of having it beneath his palm, was having a definite effect on him.

"Don't worry, darling," Hunter whispered in a husky contralto that was meant to be amusing but only served to raise Fisher's blood pressure. "I won't get you pregnant."

Just like old times. But with a difference. A difference reflected in the tent in Fisher's own pants. They sniggered together, but the momentary release only served to put a new edge on their hunger. Hunter swatted Fisher's ass lightly. "Get up for a minute."

"Why?" Fisher had the sinking feeling he'd ruined something, and his anxiety meter rose accordingly.

Hunter gave him a reassuring kiss. " I just think we should go into the bedroom. More room there."

 Available at Torquere Press.

Tease Me Thursday #22: No Way Out

Hooray, Friday is almost here, so let's start the party early with a little Tease Me Thursday!

Today, I'm posting a little bit from my WIP, No Way Out. I stopped working on it to work on When Will I Be Loved, but NWO is next on my list after that!  Wyatt is an art student, housesitting in a well-to-do, quiet neighborhood in St. Louis. He spies two men across the street - an older man, and a younger, who is washing a rather nice luxury sedan. I hope you enjoy!

Wyatt thought the older man was handsome, in a slick sort of Cary Grant way, minus the warmth. But the younger one... he was very cute. He had long blond hair that he sometimes wore in a tail at the nape of his neck. He couldn’t tell eye color from a distance, but in his imagination, they were blue as a summer sky in St. Louis, and very expressive. He longed to see him closer up, to affirm his first impression. Maybe get to know him better. It didn’t seem like he went anywhere. At least Wyatt never saw him leave the house, except in the company of the older man, whom Wyatt dubbed The Keeper.

Even if he was taken romantically, who couldn’t use a friend?

Wyatt peeked through the living room window. There he was now. Correction, there they were. The blond was on his knees, scrubbing at the expensive sedan The Keeper drove. Come to think of it, hadn’t he been doing that same thing a few hours ago? How long did it take to wash a car? And come to think of it, couldn’t Mr. Fancy Pants afford to take it to the sort of car wash where they not only washed it inside and out, they detailed it to smell brand new? Hell, they’d probably pick it up and deliver it for him if he asked.

So why was he making this guy do it?

Something shifted in his mind’s eye, and now Wyatt visualized the blond in a slightly different scenario—on his knees, hands bound behind his back, head bowed in silent submission. What had brought that on?

Suddenly, Wyatt had the irrational desire to release the blond from his imaginary bonds, to set him free. It was time he discovered the true state of affairs between them, for his own peace of mind. Afterward, he’d laugh about it, and tell himself how foolish he was. And maybe work it into a sketch or painting.

He took a quick glance in the mirror. His brown curls were unruly—what else was new?—and perhaps he had a few smudges under his dark blue eyes. He had a bad habit of rubbing at them when he was drawing, and he wasn’t very good at cleaning up after himself.

No matter.

He quickly crossed the street, approaching the pair, frozen in their curious tableau.

He meant to say hello and introduce himself. Explain that he was staying across the street. But something went haywire in his brain as he gazed in utter fascination at the handsome man.

“Is something wrong?” he blurted out instead.

And now here's the link to the rest of the hop:

Tease Me Thursday #21: Don't Look Back

This week is flying by! The weekend's getting closer all the time! So it must be time for Tease me Thursday! When Friday's still a day away, but you want to get a little start on the festivities! Join us for a bit of Thursday fun!

This week, I'm giving you a little bit of my ongoing flash, Don't Look Back. This story is for mature audiences only, and has themes some people might not be comfortable with, so be aware of that before you read.  Marshall and Lee have a very hot relationship, let's take a little look! Don't forget to visit the other authors on the blog hop! Their links follow my snippet.

Don't Look Back

“Fuck, your ass is hot,” Lee moaned. “Sweet and tight. So tight.”

Marshall clenched his muscles about Lee’s cock, knowing damn good and well that would drive Lee crazy. And it did.

“Holy Jesus fuck,” Lee swore. “Goddamn, boy, you tryin’ to kill me?”

“No, Sir. I’m not trying to fuck you to death, Sir.” Well, not literally.

Lee shifted his own position, leaning over Marshall’s back, changing the angle of his attack. And now he was able to peg a certain bundle of nerves, and Marshall yelped in sheer ecstasy. Again, and again, in dizzying succession—Marshall lost count. His own dick was puddling the ground beneath him into a wet mess.

Marshall felt Lee’s lips trailing along his spine. He felt Lee’s hand as it snaked beneath him, taking hold of Marshall’s wet cock.

Oh yeah, fist me. Hard.

Tease Me Thursday #19: Don't Look Back

Not quite the weekend, but getting there, time for a little pre-weekend fun with Tease Me Thursday! Whether it's 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs - we have what  you're looking for!

This week I'm offering 7 paragraphs from my current flash fiction, Don't Look Back. This story has a little more sex than some of mine do, and I plan to run it for at least a year, so I hope you like my guys - Marshall and Lee. And I have to warn you , this is for mature readers, and contains adult themes. Don't forget to check out the rest of the blog hop!  Enjoy!

Don't Look Back

“Stop running and face me, boy.”

The words sent chills skittering along Marshall’s spine. He was torn between the desire to obey and the need to provoke punishment. Giving in and turning was his first instinct, but the idea of being stretched out across the other man’s lap, his ass exposed, bared to receive those glorious swipes of his firm hand was too strong to ignore.

On the other hand, he sure as hell wasn’t going to make it easy on him, either.

Marshall stood at the edge of the trees. Lee was maybe a hundred yards or so behind him. He knew without looking that Lee’s eyes held that intense look he got when he was on the hunt. The dark blue became almost purple. God, his eyes were sexy. Marshall’s own eyes were emerald green and slightly tilted, a genetic throwback to some long dead ancestor. As was his long lush auburn hair that fell straight down his back. He could have tied it so it wouldn’t fly into his face as he ran, but he liked the feel of it on his bare back.

Ahead of him lay an open field, and just across that lay more trees. The trick was to get across the empty space. With no cover, he’d be a sitting duck.

Then again, he intended to be caught, didn’t he? Wasn’t that the whole point of this chase? That and keeping fit.

There was no actual decision to be made. Marshall made no response to Lee’s demand. He grinned to himself, his heart beating faster, his blood pressure rising—that wasn’t the only thing rising. His cock was pressing against the material of his jeans. Oh shit, horniness was rearing its ugly head, demanding satisfaction.

Tease Me Thursday #17: Be My Human

Happy almost Friday! And also Happy almost Fourth of July! For those in the US, that means not just Friday, but a holiday too! So, let's have some fun, it's almost the start of a long weekend!

Ready to be teased? Today I'm offering a little bit of the second book in the Moonlit Skies series by M.A. Church and myself. It's called Be My Human, and features Taz and Reed from Be My Alien. I'd set the scene here, but I think you'll be able to figure it out lol Don't forget to visit the other authors in the hop. And have a great day!

“Gok,” Reed grunted, then cleared his throat. Fuck, Taz had sucked the ability to speak right out of him, through his cock. It had been much too long since the last time he’d gotten a blowjob. “I mean good. That’s good. Straddle me, babe.”

Taz stole a quick kiss, then swung a leg over Reed’s lap, balancing himself over the cock that pointed directly up at his ass. “As sexy as I think it is to be undressed while you’re still clothed, I think we might need to get your shirt out of the way.” What a time for his kitten to be practical.

“Just shove it the fuck out of the way then,” Reed growled. The head of his dick brushed Taz’s hole. He was going to start foaming at the mouth if he didn’t get in there and damn soon. How the hell Taz was still able to make any sort of sense was beyond him. His own thought processes were shot to hell. Reed tightened his hand around Taz’s slim hips and grunted when Taz finally pushed his shirt out of the way. “Taz… please.”

Taz impudently flicked his nipples and Reed saw stars. Another odd sound exploded out of him. He bit his lip when Taz wiggled then began the slow descent down his shaft. The need to just sink his fingers into Taz’s hips and slam him down was nearly overwhelming. He wanted to thrust, God he wanted to thrust… almost more than he wanted his next breath. The only thing that stopped him was how much that would hurt his lover. That, and the fact Taz would probably rip him to shreds with his claws. Which he would fucking well deserve since they were only using spit as lube. Rough was fine, bloody wasn’t cool—he knew that firsthand.

“Oh babe, God, you’re so tight. Does it hurt?”

Taz slipped down a little farther. Reed felt his tail make an appearance, jerking behind him. “Burns a little, but it’s not bad.”

“There’s that tail.” Reed flexed his hands on Taz’s hips. “Take your time. I want this to be good for both of us.”

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Tease Me Thursday #16: When Will I Be Loved

Happy Almost Friday! This week is flying by! It's never too early to party, right? So, let's get this party started with a little bit of teasing!

Because my current WIP just reached 60k, I think I'll tease you with a little of that. It's the sequel to When Will I See You Again, and it's called When Will I Be Loved. In this scene, we have our heroes, Miller and Holt. I think  you can figure out the rest lol  Don't forget to visit the other authors on the hop and let them tease you too!

“Of course,” Holt continued, “I can slow down, if you think I’m moving too fast...” Despite his words to the contrary, he nuzzled Miller’s neck, his tongue lapping at Miller’s skin, producing shivers. “I promised... myself I’d court you the proper way. Take things in the right order, which I neglected to do when we met.” And now Miller was even more aware of that hard cock poking him in the ass.  “I want you to know how serious I am about you, Miller. Please never doubt that for one minute. So maybe we should think about putting on the brakes... for now?”

“Oh hell no!” Miller blurted out. He spun to face Holt, scanning his eyes for some sign he was kidding. Did he really just build him up to a fever pitch and intend to let him burn in misery? Oh please God, no.

Holt seemed too serious for his taste. He had to do something about this. Quick, change the subject. Or just change his mind.

“Holt, I’m all yours,” he swore, taking a half step toward him, which brought them chest to chest and cock to cock. “Look, we’re not exactly kids, and while I appreciate the sentiment...” He reached between them, pressing the palm of his hand against Holt’s hardness—wasn’t turnabout considered fair play? “I see no reason why we can’t still do the whole courtship thing... by the book, by the numbers, by your leave... any damn way you want to do it...just as long as it gets done.” He began to rub against Holt in earnest, felt the moans that shook the other man’s body. “But there’s no reason to give this up. Is there?”

He dared a glance into Holt’s eyes, wondering what he’d find there. Annoyance? Disappointment? Anger? No, what he saw was approbation. And agreement. He also felt waves of desire emanate from his lover, marveling anew at the bond between them.

“No reason in the world,” Holt replied in a lust-laden voice. “But if you don’t stop that now, we’ll never make it back to the hotel, I’m afraid.”

Miller could accept that. He could wait just a little while, knowing that it would happen. Anticipation wasn’t a bad thing. Quite the contrary, it was the most delicious form of foreplay. But, before he had to take a step back and let things cool down...

He reached for Holt’s head, pulled him down and kissed him long and hard. He was certainly growing bolder where Holt was concerned. More comfortable with their relationship. That kiss would have to do for now.

Tease Me Thursday #15: To The Max

Friday's almost here, you're feeling frisky and want to have some fun, so sit back and let me tease you with Tease Me Thursday!

Today I'm giving you a bit from a WIP that is also an old book of mine, one that is no longer with Dreamspinner. I'm going to polish it off and send it and the sequel to another publisher. I'm talking about my first published book, To The Max. I'll let Max tell you who he is in his own words. Then don't forget to visit the other authors in the hop!

I have no proof one way or the other of the existence of a divine being, but if there is such a person, he or she certainly has a twisted sense of humor. As if I didn't have enough to contend with being born a member of the lycanthropic order, I am also of the homosexual persuasion. In other words, a gay werewolf! Pretty funny, isn't it? And sometimes it's hard to tell where the one leaves off and the other begins...

I'm not sure why I said homosexual persuasion—it's not as if someone persuaded me to be gay, I just am. It's not exactly a conscious choice. After all, who in their right mind would deliberately choose to be of a sexual orientation that’s not exactly mainstream, and often draws the most scathing and condescending of denunciations from the so-called "regular" people? Not I. But as I said, it's not a choice, it just is, so I live with it, having taken some forty odd years to become adjusted to the idea. Now it's just a part of me, a part of who I am, like the werewolf thing. And my innate fashion sense. All right, maybe I'm feeding a stereotype there. Forgive my warped sense of humor.

Now for the link:

Tease Me Thursday #14: Be My Human

Hello, hello, and welcome to Tease Me Thursday! It's almost Friday, time to get into the mood for the weekend and have a little fun too!

The work week is almost done, so why not have a little fun with Reed and Taz! You might remember them from Be My Alien, my first joint book with my friend MA Church. Now here' s a little bit of the second book, Be My Human, which comes out in the fall. Enjoy! And don't forget to visit the other hoppers, their links follow my tease!  In this scene... well, I think you'll figure it out :)

“Reed, when can we get the swing you told me about?” He ran his tongue up the inside of Reed’s thighs, over the lightly haired delicate skin.

Reed thought he might lose it then and there. The very thought of having Taz in a swing stirred his imagination and his libido. But that was in the future, certainly not now. “We can’t. Not yet,” he panted. “I don’t think this ceiling… will hold… oh shit…” Before he’d even finished speaking, Taz had pushed him down into one of the two chairs in the room.

“Want to ride you,” Taz moaned. He turned about and bent over, presenting Reed with his plugged ass. “Pull it out, please. It’s time for you to be inside me, not that…”

It was time, Reed agreed, as he carefully removed the toy. He couldn’t help but think of its expensive counterpart, the overindulgent model that had originally brought them together, and he had to smile. This particular version, while not nearly as costly or sparkly, was perfect for their purposes, and had done its job well, keeping Taz simmering all day long. Of course, to be honest, that wasn’t hard for Reed to do.

“Lube, babe,” he murmured. “We need the lube.” He couldn’t resist lightly slapping that magnificent backside, remembering just how wonderful his lover’s dark place tasted. “Hurry,” he added, not sure how long he could keep himself under control. Taz lunged across the bed, not bothering to walk around it. He yanked out the drawer to the side table, spilling the contents on the carpet. Not taking time to pick anything up, he grabbed the tube of lube, rolled over and returned to Reed’s side, holding it out for his use.

God, but Taz was gorgeous… that was the last coherent thought he had as he teased Taz with the plug, sliding it between his legs and rubbing against his balls, before tossing it aside on the table next to him. He spread the slick, cool lube on his dick, hoping the sudden cold would dampen his need to come, and grasped Taz’s hip with one hand. Oh, Taz would ride all right, but he’d do it this way—facing away from him. Reed wanted to see his dick sliding in and out of that quivering hole.

“Straddle me, Taz.” Reed held his dick as Taz scooted back, his legs on either side of Reed’s. “That’s it, babe. Slide down on that dick.”

Tease Me Thursday #13: When Will I Be Loved

It's almost Friday, hooray, almost the weekend, time to cut loose and have a little fun, and get teased at the same time!

Some of you may be familiar with my novel, When Will I See You Again, which came out in January, a m/m paranormal romance/mystery. Well, I'm proud to say that I've been working on the sequel for a little while now - and for anyone who likes that idea, y'all can thank Shorty Chelle, who suggested I write a story for Miller. Honestly, it hadn't occurred to me to write any more, but I am thoroughly enjoying it, let me tell you!

So here's just a little bit of When Will I Be Loved. As you remember, Miller is Alexx's friend, the receptionist at the Chronicle, and was  helpful to both Alexx and Raoul in the first book. In this scene, Miller is at Charisma with Alexx and Raoul, and they're on the dance floor together, while he's tapping his foot and looking around for a potential partner. Enjoy! Then go visit the other members of the blog hop, who are listed at the end of my post.

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of Miller’s neck stood up. Not in a terrifying way, but an electric one. As if something magnetic had just made a connection with him. Or was it someone? What the hell?

Miller forced himself to take a breath, unaware until he did that he’d stopped breathing.

Quit being ridiculous. Wine going to your head already?

But he’d only had the one glass. And he hadn’t even finished that. He wasn’t such a lightweight, when it came to holding his alcohol, and he knew it.

He told himself it was just his imagination. But just to be safe, he began a slow cautious turn, looking around him, without appearing to be searching for anything—or anyone.

And there he was.

Standing a heartbeat away from Miller was one of the sexiest men he’d ever seen in his life. A man every bit as sexy as Raoul Marchand, although not in the same feral way as the werewolf.

This man was light where Raoul was dark. His hair was a honey blonde which stood out by virtue of being obviously natural, in a place where most blondes were either created by the sun or came from a bottle. He stood a little taller than Miller, exuding a presence that went beyond the merely physical, possessed of the bearing and mien of a veritable god.

But it was his eyes that drew Miller in and held him spellbound. Blue and green, like staring into tropical waves, flecked with bits of pure molten gold. And the way he was staring at Miller was sending the most delicious shivers traveling up and down his spine.

The man took a step toward Miller, his hand outstretched. Before Miller quite realized what had happened, he’d placed his own hand inside of the other man’s, and he found himself being drawn onto the dance floor.

And now for the others!

Tease Me Thursday #12: To The Max

The nice thing about a three day weekend is that it makes the following week go by that much faster! Thursday already! Hooray! One more day until Friday and the weekend!

Which of course means it's time for me to tease you!

Today I'm giving you an excerpt from my first published novel, To the Max. It's currently out of print, but don't worry, I'll be subbing it one of these days, along with the sequel, For Love of Max. And I'm also writing the third book in the series, called A Time For Max. In this scene, Max and Richard have just met for the first time, at a disco (it is the 70's after all lol)  and have left together. Enjoy! Then don't forget to check out the other members of the blog hop!

To The Max

It wasn’t until he had started the car, pulling out onto the otherwise empty road, that I realized that we had not even exchanged names. This was not typical of me, believe me, to place my life in the hands of a stranger, even a gorgeous one like him, not knowing something as elementary as his praenomen. I was usually more cautious than that.

Turning my head toward him, I watched as he took another drag of his cigarette, eyeing intently the sexy way he put it to his lips, inhaling lightly and expelling the smoke from his well-sculpted nostrils, the other hand palming the steering wheel, guiding it easily along the deserted road. I sensed he was observing me as well from the corner of his eye. “Richard,” he said, almost as if he could read my thoughts, “Richard Burke.”

“Max,” I replied in turn, “Max Montague.”

“Which side of the river you live on?” he asked.

“Other side. Webster Groves. You?”

“Kirkwood. We’re practically neighbors.” He grinned. If I hadn’t already been in love with him at that point, that smile was the nail in my coffin. It reached from ear to ear and lit up his whole face, mirrored in the starlight reflected in his beautiful blue eyes until he fairly radiated an inner beauty. I felt such a tightness in my chest as I looked at him that, for a moment, I simply could not breathe. “At least for now,” he continued, “staying with some friends.”

“You’re not from around here?” I asked, note of disappointment creeping into my voice at the idea that I might soon lose this angel from my life, when he had only just appeared.

Now for the link to the others, and thanks for stopping by!