 Grabbing the bottle of shampoo, Eric nudged Jay forward a step. “Tilt.” He lathered up Jay’s hair then turned them carefully around so he could massage Jay’s scalp while he rinsed the shampoo away.
“We need to do that again,” Jay said, swaying slightly on his feet. “Your hair is clean.” Jay laughed softly. “Not that. Last night… that. Like right now.” His fingertips pressed against Eric’s groin, moving in small, insistent circles. Eric kissed Jay’s long neck. “We will. Not daily, though, I haven’t got the energy for it.” Eric was starting to get a better feel for Jay’s mental state. Navigating the afterward of a first time for something this passionate could be tricky. Eric was determined not to screw it up. Telling Jay he’d have to wait and doing it the wrong way might be misconstrued as rejection on Jay’s part. Eric could take the blame and not suffer for it. They’d both be happier in the long run for his little white lie, which was only half lie anyway. “Takes a lot out of me.” He moved so he could whisper into Jay’s ear. “Besides, waiting makes it so much better. I’ll say when the next time is, keep you guessing and wanting.” Turning in his arms, Jay smiled and oozed slowly to his knees. His fingertips pressed lightly along the ridges between Eric’s abs before his hands glided down. He pressed warm, open-mouth kisses to Eric’s belly, working his way to the hair between Eric’s legs. Winding his fingers in Jay’s hair, Eric gave a gentle tug when Jay licked and sucked a path along Eric’s hardening cock. “Not… now.” “Please. I want to,” Jay panted. The light bulb went off slowly; Eric’s brain was fast losing blood to his penis. Jay might have seemed cheerful and fine outwardly, but he was in need of reassurance and care. If it was necessary for Jay to be a bit clingy for a while, so be it—Eric didn’t mind one bit. In fact, he rather enjoyed the feeling spreading through his chest it provided. Eric didn’t want to do or say something that would imply Jay was anything but highly important. “My knee is still creaky from the last time we tried something in here.” Eric reached to the faucet handles and cranked the cooling water off. “Hot water is getting scarce anyway.” He reached down and gripped Jay firmly under the arm, guiding him to his feet. Jay lavished Eric’s shoulders and neck with sloppy kisses while Eric steered them out of the shower, through the bathroom, and to the bed. There he laid Jay on his side and took him slowly, leisurely bringing them both to a sluggish, thumping climax that bordered on lazy. Jay threw one arm over Eric’s broad chest and bent the other, tucking it under his head. He looked at Eric, grinning. “I got you to do that before coffee, didn’t I?” For the Long Run is available on Amazon and in Kindle Unlimited.  This week's Tuesday Taboo is from The Art of Domination (Pain and Pleasure book 2).
The temptation to use his hand on Ian’s round ass was almost overwhelming. Taren took in Ian’s long legs and the way his calves and thighs twitched. He loved how Ian’s ass cheeks tensed and relaxed every few seconds. The slight spattering of hair covering his skin enhanced every ripple of his muscles. Taren’s hand against Ian’s flesh was an intimate act. Discipline wasn’t meant to be intimate. The proper equipment was needed, so Taren had brought a paddle. It had to be small enough to fit into his jacket pocket. This paddle was the size of a woman’s hairbrush. The handle and paddle were about the same length. It was narrow and just thick enough not to crack under pressure. Paddle resting in his palm, Taren took his position behind Ian. Twenty-four hits, twelve to each ass cheek in an alternating pattern. One for each hour in the day Ian neglected to include in his vacation. With every hit Ian rocked up on his toes, grunting and panting. No matter how he struggled to keep silent, even for a submissive man who craved pain, it was impossible. Taren knew what was worse than the pain was the thought someone who worked for Ian would hear them and know what was happening. Ian’s ass reddened with each hit. His body tensed, then relaxed in quick order. His shoulders were rigid and his knuckles white around the chair arms. Ian’s willingness to submit and accept discipline filled Taren with pride and stoked the fires of love and lust.  My teaser this Tuesday comes from Jewel Cave, part of the Circles romantic mystery/suspense/thriller series. Clint took a few steps closer to the french doors. Phoenix stood in the middle of the living room, ruff and tail puffed out. He didn’t make a sound, but his attention was riveted to the kitchen and side door. “Griff?” Where is my phone? He’d had it in the kitchen while he made coffee. The goddamn phone’s still on the counter. All at once jumbled thoughts began charging through Clint’s head. Dogs don’t act like that with someone they know. That was followed by things Griff had told him over the years: “Don’t let on to an intruder there are guns in the house.” “Lamps, keys, even a pen is a good weapon.” “Cooperate.” “If you have the chance, take it and run.” “Look them in the eye.” “Don’t let anyone get you into a vehicle if you can help it.” “Make noise.” “Hey, cut this shit out right now!” Clint shouted as loud as he could. It was nice outside, the windows were open. Someone would hear him. Fern ducked behind his legs. Phoenix didn’t move. Clint looked around for something—anything—to use as a weapon. A creak came from the far side of the house. He could only see part of the kitchen and not through to the side door. Had the noise come from the landing, the basement steps, or the steps to the kitchen? Clint held his breath. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the signed baseball bat resting on a stand on top of his office shelves. It had been a housewarming gift from his grandmother when he and Griff had moved in. He could do a lot of damage with a baseball bat. Unfortunately, to get to the bat, he’d have to go back into his office and would lose the advantage of being able to see most of the kitchen and all of the living room. He had two choices: stand there and watch whoever was in the house come at him, or arm himself with a weapon he could use. Clint opted for arming himself. Moving as quietly and as quickly as possible, he stepped back into his office, mentally cursing when he hit a squeaky floorboard. He was almost close enough to reach up and grab his prize when he felt a presence behind him.  My taboo offering is from Home Coming, book one of Pain and Pleasure. Taren lightly smacked Ian’s ass with his hand. “You’ll probably want to hang on.” Ian barely had time to grab at the bars attached to the upper part of the cross before Taren removed the ice pack, codpiece, and plug. All were dropped onto the floor a few feet away. An enema blub, slick from lube, was pushed steadily into his ass. Ian heard the soft lob-lob as Taren squeezed the attached pump and filled the bulb, keeping it snug in Ian's ass. Ian bit his lip, fighting the urge to rock onto his toes. Ian knew the bottle of liquid Taren would attach held nearly half a liter. Taren used both hands on the bottle and squirted vinegar water into Ian with enough force Ian felt every bit of it as the stream blasted and cleansed his insides. Ian liked it the best that way. He allowed himself the luxury of a moan when the sharp, quick sting of pulsating liquid sluiced through him. With one of Taren’s big hands on his shoulder, Ian waddled to the bathroom to complete his clean out. Once Ian was prepared, he was guided back to the cross. He stepped up, gripped the bars again and rested his chest against the padded center piece. Taren took lube and a butt plug with three bulbs from the low equipment table against the wall. New batteries were inserted and Taren took up his position behind Ian, out of sight once again. As Taren inserted the plug, he turned it slowly, one way then another. Each of the bulbs was bigger than the one before it and the topmost bulb was elongated to a blunt, tapered end. The entire thing was curved in just the right way so his prostate would be constantly prodded. Once in place, Ian heard a faint click when Taren had turned on the device. Ian’s spine straightened without any commands from his brain and a shudder rippled through him when the low-level vibrations began. He’d be hard as a rock soon. Taren’s hands on his hips turned Ian so he was leaning back against the cross. Moving quickly, a thin, ribbed steel bar was covered with surgical lubricant and inserted into Ian’s slit. It attached to a narrow ring that fit snugly around Ian’s shaft just under his glans and was long enough to jab at his prostate. Tuesday Teaser  My Tuesday Teaser this week is from Chained Hearts (book 3 of Sentries) Someone--something—had ahold of Nick’s shoulders, spun him around and shook him—hard. Nick blinked and rubbed at his eyes. Todd let go of Nick and moved back. He rubbed his jaw while sliding it side to side. “Ow. Christ, who taught you to hit so hard?” “I…you…I didn’t mean…Todd, I’m sorry.” He’d hit Todd? His mate. His master. The thought made his stomach turn and his head pound. Yet, nearly every night Nick relived driving a knife into the creature’s neck and severing its head that wore Todd’s face before he’d watched it roll away, eyes open and staring. Each nightly show his subconscious put on was ten times worse than his final fight with the kelbit had been and even more frightening. Nick shuddered. “Nicky, come on…come here.” Todd pulled him close again. “Stop this. It’s okay. We’re okay. Tell me about them, everything.” Sighing, Nick straightened, leaning away from Todd far enough to look out at the trees for a minute. He nodded slowly. “They’re always the same. The kelbit comes after me, just like it did at the Chancellor’s Estate, but then it gets worse. I can’t get away, and what it does…it goes a lot further. There are two in my dreams and the one still alive is pissed we killed her mate. Then…” His voice cracked, and he shivered again. “Then I have to kill it--kill you. I can see that thing’s head with your face on it coming off the body and rolling away. Watching me, always watching me.” Todd rubbed up and down Nick’s spine. It felt good, and Nick relaxed into the strength of Todd’s hand and gentleness of his touch. “Nicky, you have to let it go. For me, please?” Winding his arms around Todd’s middle, Nick swallowed down his fear and memories, nodded, and nestled against Todd, hanging on tight and relaxing when Todd’s arms pressed in close, holding him just as tightly. “I’m trying. It doesn’t want to let go of me.” JMS Books ~|~ Amazon ~|~ Kobo Taboo Tuesday  Taboo Tuesday is from Scintilla! WEREWOLF AND HUMAN! KNOTTING! SEXY TIMES WITH ELECTRICITY! Instead Raul backed off just before Brandon’s orgasm hit. Twice he tried to reach around and touch Raul’s heavy thigh. Twice he was given a warning growl that made his balls tighten and his cock ache. Leaning farther back in the water, Raul slowly paddled them to the side of the pool. Watching the stars move so quickly made Brandon slightly dizzy and forced him to focus on the tingling waves coursing over his flesh with each of Raul’s movements. The scratch of one talon began at his groin and traveled to his chest making Brandon gasp and try to arch his back. Raul held firm and retraced his path back to Brandon’s inner thigh. His entire body thrummed and vibrated despite the fact he could barely move his arms and legs. He had the fleeting thought of how jealous Ed would be right now. Brandon felt a gentle bump. They must’ve reached the pool’s edge. Raul’s hands moved. Brandon’s field flowed with his movements sending powerful waves of lust through him. Raul hoisted him up. He positioned Brandon face down on a cushion at the pool’s edge with his legs still floating in the water. Raul massaged Brandon’s ass cheeks, kneading slowly and methodically while spreading his legs wide. Brandon gasped, unable to catch his breath when Raul’s tongue snaked over his balls and across his ass to the base of his spine. Over and over Raul’s tongue slipped between Brandon’s cheeks, swirled around his entrance, sliding in and out. Everything about Raul as a werewolf seemed built for claiming his partner in whatever manner he chose. His saliva was better than any man-made lubricant. The ability to keep his urges at bay until he was ready to let go never ceased to amaze Brandon. Raul had an uncanny way of keeping all his power and desire pent up until just the right moment for release. It was heady stuff, knowing Raul’s strength and dominance was channeled toward Brandon, and Brandon alone. Ed would definitely be extremely jealous. Brandon felt Raul pull himself out the water before he gripped each of Brandon’s wrists and hovered over him. There was a gentle grip of teeth at the back of Brandon’s neck seconds before Raul’s cock pushed into him while Brandon pushed his ass up and back to meet Raul. It had taken a while for them to get to this point, where Raul could take him while shifted. His knots bulged, much larger than when he was predominantly human. He thrust in with short, intense bursts, the throbbing along Raul’s dick and knots turned Brandon’s brain to mush. His consciousness reeled and Brandon descended further into the sensations, he closed his eyes and his mind lapsed into currents of euphoria. His entire world narrowed down to the intense and rhythmic pulsing from Raul’s body. Brandon bit the cushion to muffle his moans. Raul had him pinned down in such a way there was constant pressure on his cock, but no friction. Scintilla is available on Amazon and is in Kindle Unlimited. |
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