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From the Secret Files...

First Night

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It’s #1lineWed again! Today’s “Context is Key” entry in the Secret Files comes from First Nights,  the sequel to The Other Alpha. It’s a steamy start to a steamy story, and picks up RIGHT where The Other Alpha left off.

Keep an eye out, because First Nights  is released this coming Friday!  

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Stelios was so hot. So hot, and the head of his cock was smooth as satin on Niketas’ tongue. Niketas had thought there would be some flavor, like the scent of his skin, but everything had been washed away by the water.

Stelios leaned back against the edge of the tub and let Niketas take more of his cock into his mouth, and more – god there was no way he was going to be able to take it all, but he wanted to and he didn’t even know why. He tried to remember what women had done to him, what felt good, or what he’d wanted, then pulled up and curled his tongue around the head of Stelios’ cock.

Stelios sucked in a breath, and Niketas was surprised at the instant pulse of heat that flickered to life in his belly. He did it again, wanted to make Stelios moan for him, then sucked him down harder, licked the length of his cock and tried to take more than before. He choked a little, then lifted his head to take a breath and tried again – god so much cock, there was no way, no way, but he wanted it, wanted to-

Stelios reached out and pulled his hair, tugged his head back until Niketas only had the head of his cock in his mouth, could look up and meet his eyes. “If you want to take it all, I’ll help you. But you don’t have to. I know it’s your first time.”

His cock twitched a little on Niketas’ tongue as he said that, got even harder, and Niketas felt himself flushing. He rolled his tongue around the tip and oh that was it. There was the taste of him, salt and Stelios.

So good. He tastes so –

Niketas tried more tongue, sucked harder, took Stelios deeper into his mouth with every stroke, then pulled up again. Oh yeah. He lifted his mouth off and licked wetness from the tip of Stelios’ cock, then did it all over again.

“Fuck, look at you. You like the taste of me, Niketas?”

Niketas flushed darker, scowled and looked up at Stelios anyway. “So what if I do, I-”

“Gorgeous. No idea what you look like, do you? On your knees for me, licking my cock like that. Just for the taste of me.” He tugged at Niketas’ hair, then leaned back again, shifted his hips so more of his cock stood out from the water. “Well? Go on. You looked like you were having fun.”

“Yeah. I mean – yes, Sir.”

“Better. Now, get your mouth back on my cock.”

Niketas wrapped his lips around the tip, licked all over then took him deeper and moaned softly as Stelios pulled his hair. Despite the fact that he’d come what – three times? Four? – while Stelios was fucking him, while he’d been tied up, Niketas felt his cock twitching against his thigh, getting harder while he sucked. God, what was wrong with him?

Submissive.

The word echoed in the voices of both his Alphas, Luka’s amusement and Stelios’ desire.

Was this what it meant, too? Not just liking the way Stelios tied him up, kept him from coming – liking to be on his knees for him? Wanting the taste of him…wanting his moans, his heavy breaths. Fuck. Niketas shifted and almost reached for his own cock, but he knew without even asking that Stelios wouldn’t allow that. Instead he sucked harder, licked under the head where he knew he liked to be teased himself and tightened his grip on Stelios’ thighs when Stelios groaned and thrust up into his mouth.

“Knew you’d be – good with that mouth. More tongue, yes, like that. Just like that. Can you take more?”

Niketas moaned, sucked harder and took another inch, then another, choked and had to pull back. Then Stelios’ hands were in his hair, guiding him as he gave soft instructions. “Relax. Relax your throat or you won’t be able to take it. Better. Now swallow. Swallow. Yes. Enough now – oh that’s good. So good with your tongue. Take it again for me, just like that.”

He moved his hands lightly through Niketas’ hair, barely pulling, almost a caress. Niketas moaned and obeyed, and this time took Stelios’ cock deeper, more than half, before he had to pull back again and take a breath. He kept doing that, again, and again, until Stelios tightened a fist in his hair and swore.

“Fuck. So good. Gonna come in your mouth – is that what you want, Niketas?”

“Mmm – mmmm.” He wanted to taste it, wanted to feel Stelios come and know he’d done it, wanted to hear him moaning – wanted to taste it. He sucked harder, pointed the tip of his tongue and traced over and over that sensitive spot just under the head of Stelios’ cock, and got just what he’d wanted.

He groaned loud and his fingers went tight in Niketas’ hair, held him still while Stelios bucked his hips up again and again, fucking into his mouth as he came. Sweet. Salt. Bitter. Stelios. Niketas shuddered, licked all around the tip of Stelios’ cock and swallowed him down again, wanting more – more.

He sucked and a last few drops spilled hot onto his tongue, but he didn’t lift his mouth away until Stelios pulled him back by his hair.

“Stop that, before I make you do it all again.”

“I’ll do it again -”

His breathing was unsteady and heavy, his voice more eager than his words, but he didn’t care. Stelios chuckled, reached down and wiped under Niketas’ bottom lip with his thumb. “Yes, you will.” Niketas licked at his thumb, sucked a drop of come off it and was surprised at Stelios’ sudden growl, the heat of his mouth pressed against Niketas’.

Stelios kissed him harder, deeper, fucked his mouth with his tongue and never mind that Niketas had to taste like nothing but him. It was almost like he –

“Taste so good, Niketas. Even better with me on your tongue.”

“You – you like that?” He panted against Stelios’ mouth as he kissed him again.

“Yes. But that’s enough of that for now, I brought you in here to clean you up and look you over, not make more of a mess out of you. Not tonight, anyway.”

“O-Oh.”

Stelios laughed at him again. “Too eager for your own good, aren’t you? Get over here.”

 

Friday Fun

Week Eighteen – The Other Alpha

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For this week’s Friday Fun, it’s back to my own recent releases! As promised, have a taste of The Other Alpha, 

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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From The Back Cover: Luka’s been having difficulty with one of his pack – the one who should be the least likely member to cause trouble. His omega, Niketas, has grown suddenly defiant. A little observation is enough to convince him that the problem is a feeling, or at least a desire. Niketas wants Luka for a lover…but Luka has no interest in men. Enter Stelios, Luka’s solution to his pack problem.
Stelios is Luka’s twin, but the two are almost opposites. Stelios is rich, a business man with his own company. He lives in the city, away from the mountains Luka and his pack prefers…and Stelios does like men. When Luka’s omega turns out to be a stunning, dark haired submissive with no idea what submissive really means, Stelios is caught.
There can be pleasure in punishment, but Stelios will only take as much as Niketas is willing to give. Can Niketas get over his fixation with Luka enough to give in to what he really wants? Or will pride keep him from submitting to this other Alpha?

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Luka’s brother turned and glanced at him, a glance that became a slow, smoldering stare. He looked Niketas up and down, and Niketas felt every place his eyes lingered—the hard bulge of his cock in his jeans, his fists clenched by his thighs, the lip he was biting…

Then he looked into Niketas’ eyes, and despite himself Niketas couldn’t defy him directly any more than he could defy Luka.

He whined softly, tilted back his throat and cast his gaze off to the side—and then, much to his surprise, felt a wet, hot lick of tongue go up his throat. Then teeth, pressed gently into his skin, holding him still and arousing him beyond belief.

Luka had never done that to him while he was still in a man’s shape, no one had. Niketas moaned before he could stop himself, pressed his hips up and then froze as he felt an erection even thicker than his own pressing right back against his cock.

He sucked in a breath, heard Luka laughing in the background while a warm hand took hold of his chin and forced him to look into blue, burning eyes. “Well, aren’t you something. Niketas, are you? I’m Stelios.”

“I know that—”

“Good.”

He bent over Niketas’ mouth and kissed him. Niketas gasped in surprise. He’d never kissed a man before, and Stelios had Luka’s blue eyes, yes, but with a fire in them that promised much more than just a kiss even as he deepened it. Niketas opened his mouth when Stelios licked his lips, accepted Stelios’ tongue and moaned at the hot touch of it on his tongue, against the roof of his mouth. His eyes drifted closed, and he started to reach up, wrap his arms around broad, hot shoulders.

Stelios pulled back, and left Niketas standing alone in the middle of the room, flushed and harder than he’d ever been in his life.

“You see what I mean?” It was Luka’s voice, and Niketas couldn’t help looking over at him. “He’s perfect for you, Stelios. He wants me too much, and I can’t keep—”

“Tell me you haven’t been trying to punish him the pack way.” Stelios’ amusement was obvious, and Niketas stared straight at the floor. Luka cleared his throat, and Stelios started laughing. “Well done, little brother. Well done. I’m sure that made him want you so much less. All right, I’ll take him off your hands. For a while, anyway. Until I decide if I really like him or not.”

Niketas scowled and looked up, but Luka was just nodding, zipping up his jacket, turning for the—door? “Luka, don’t just—you can’t just leave me here with him!”

“Yes, I can. I’m Alpha, remember? And I already told you, as far as you’re concerned, so is Stelios.”

Want more? Pick up The Other Alpha here!

From the Secret Files...

King’s Daughter

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It’s #1lineWed again! Today’s “Context is Key” entry in the Secret Files comes from Earthbound, that book which will one day consume  us all. But me first, so you’ll have warning! 

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From the inner chambers of the court, past the Golden Lotus Pavilion and over the covered bridges, the King made his way past the flares he’d ordered lit. Some of them, poorly placed, guttered in the rain.

As he crossed the last bridge, the sound of strings came to him, though faintly. A low arpeggio of sound brought green to mind, swelled like a mountain growing in the back of his thoughts. Beautiful, Liuxing’s playing, and more lush than he remembered. Quietly, careful to make no sound, the king passed through the open door at the northwest corner of the Hall, then up the stairs to where the outline of the prince was barely visible, staring down from the shadows, visibly enraptured.

The king smiled, then stayed where he was, waiting. Trickling sound filled up the room and spilled out its melodies around them. Deep, plucked notes slid down the walls, pooled on the floor, then sprang up and splashed down again, rippling outward.

But the longer he listened, the more the king frowned, and deeper.

This…was not a song he knew, or one he had heard her play before. The falling arcs of sound were slow…so slow, but there was passion in them and unease crawled down his shoulders. Passion. Not love or excitement, not gentler emotions. Something as real as the passion of the spring for rain –

That green, flowing sound. Did she already have a lover? Was that the reason behind her avoidance, the reason she chose to ignore every suitor he selected?

He hadn’t even considered that, when perhaps it was the most obvious reason…but how could it be? The first man he’d picked, she had rejected without a second glance, and all the others since. She was watched, accompanied, guarded and attended, so how could she have had a lover? One or many, it was equally impossible.

Still, he couldn’t deny what he was hearing. If he closed his eyes and shut out the sight of her, her playing rolled over him and spoke of things she shouldn’t know. One of his own consorts might play such a melody, one of the palace concubines. It was seductive, a lure, a song designed to enchant a man, and it should not have been coming from the fingers of his innocent daughter.

But there was more than desire in it to disturb him.

Mountains, hills, the river moving – moonlight – they were all in her music, but they were sounds of the wild world, far beyond her experience. She played them all the same, and his mind chased the straining sound of her strings back to their source. A shadow. It moved behind his eyelids, silent and saturated with green.

A green…shadow. The rhythm moved in waves that summoned more than sound, layers of melody speaking a language he didn’t understand.

A whisper disconcerted him, a human noise rising through the falling tones of longing Liuxing was sending out into the rain. It was the prince, speaking to a servant, but the king heard nothing of his words. He was on the edge of approaching, making himself known, when the woman came back and the Prince reached out and took something from her –

A flute. He lifted it to his lips and played a clear, strong note that chased the sound of Liuxing’s strings in eerie harmony.

There was a gasp in concert with the first note of flute, discord as Liuxing’s hands came down across the strings, as she looked up and caught sight of the Prince standing on the gallery, looking down at her.

“Don’t stop, Princess. Play something with me. I’ve never heard anyone as good as you.”

“You’ve interrupted me, and spied on me, and you still ask that question? Do you have my father’s permission to make such requests?”

“I could not say I do.”

“Oh? Very well then.”

She returned her hand to their places on the strings, and the king smiled. Perhaps Liuxing had finally taken interest after all? He looked down and moved along the gallery away from the prince, until he could see her face.

Her expression set off a tingle of warning at the base of his spine. She looked – so calm. But calm was not the word for it. Her expression was deep ocean, still on the surface but something moving beneath. For a moment the king saw that something clearly, and didn’t understand. A monster, terrible and lovely, lifting her head to discover what had dared call her out of the deep…

For the second time that morning he remembered Liuxing’s mother.

He closed his eyes, but the music had changed. The green shadow behind his eyes turned black and cruel as the night.

 

Friday Fun

Week Seventeen – Briana Lawrence’s Lemon Wedges

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This week’s Friday Fun once again comes…from a guest!  Welcome author Briana Lawrence, who you might recognize from last week’s teaser! This week, she’s sharing  a bit from her new erotic short, Lemon Wedges!

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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From The Back Cover: There’s some fetishes that we’re allowed to wear out in the open. Others, we have to keep tucked away in our closets. Unbeknownst to the people around him, Kaeden is walking that fine line in stylish heels. But with the release of a new brand, “Lemon Wedges,” Kaeden is finding it hard to keep his desires behind closed doors, especially when his sexy roommate, Stephen, gets a taste of his fashionable little secret. 

Warning: This book is explicit, gay erotica, and contains graphic descriptions of sex. Please be aware of this when you purchase and enjoy a slice of devious pie without feeling guilty.

Excerpt

“Stephen?”
The apartment is blessfully quiet with no signs of his roommate anywhere. He knocks on Stephen’s bedroom door to make sure. “You in there?” Nothing. With the coast clear Kaeden goes to his bedroom and kicks off his work shoes. His feet are thankful for it, but the best is yet to come.
The sound is the first thing that gets to him, the soft noise of him lifting the top of the shoebox. Next comes the smell, the fragrance of his brand new shoes. There’s something about that aroma, something akin to a new perfume that demands attention. It’s the kind of thing that makes you stop what you’re doing just to get a taste. Kaeden sits down and carefully slides his left foot into the shoe. He doesn’t buckle the strap, not yet.
Despite his earlier eagerness he needs to draw this out, needs to take it slow and enjoy the seductive build up. His foot arches up with the wedge and creates a sensual, almost powerful image that’s balanced out with the yellow. He buckles the strap above his ankle and quickly does the same with the other shoe. He’s impatient now. The slow dance becomes a desperate grind as he stands up and takes the first steps in his wedges.
The wedges don’t caress the floor as loudly as the red heels had done before. It’s more of a subtle whisper for attention in comparison. He’s never tried a color this bright before, but when he looks in the full length mirror he can’t help but smile. He’s used to the striking colors, the deep blacks, blues and purples.
He finally settled on red, a color he’s been loyal to for quite sometime, especially when it came to high heels. But now he’s discovering the beauty of the brighter edge of the color spectrum. These lemon wedges aren’t as direct as the heels that sit in the back of his closet. They’re playful and flirty. They sneak a peek at the object of their affections and giggling cutely before they walk away.
Kaeden kneels down and rolls up his pant legs to his knees. There. There it is. His legs are so long in the wedges and the yellow serves as a way to enhance the illusion. He puts his hands on his hips and winks, actually winks, at his reflection. It’s a side of himself he’s not used to. With the tattoos and piercings he’s expected to be the bad influence. He’s the seducer who will pull you into a grimy bathroom without a care in the world. The red heels had enhanced that image — which he wasn’t entirely against.
He definitely has those lip licking moments where he can curl his finger at a love interest to get them to follow him to hell and back. But, sometimes, he enjoys something lighter. Sometimes, he enjoys something more subtle and relaxed with the hint of play.

Want more? Try this teaser of next week’s Friday Fun, from  my own new erotic short, out tomrrow – The Other Alpha!

“Stelios?” The name slipped past Niketas’ lips before he could think about it. He avoided Luka’s stare and studied a spot on the wall beside him. “I’ve never met him, and you don’t talk about him much. Why him? Why’s he not in your pack? If he’s not a wolf then—”

“Quiet.”

He shut his mouth, and Luka squinted at him, then shrugged. “I don’t talk about him because I don’t understand him, even if Stelios is my twin.” His smirk returned, but faintly. “You should like that.”

Find Blushing Apples here, and catch up with Destiny Dawn at www.sewntogetherreflections.com! On Facebook? Follow her at www.facebook.com/brichibicosplays! 

Licks

Alpha Lick

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This  Lick comes  from  The Other Alpha, book two in the After The Pack side series! This excerpt is a site exclusive,  celebrating the full release of The Other Alpha today – check at the bottom for links! 

Remember, Licks are NSFW excerpts, so read carefully – and look forward to another erotic excerpt next month!

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Luka’s brother turned and glanced at him, a glance that became a slow, smoldering stare. He looked Niketas up and down, and Niketas felt every place his eyes lingered—the hard bulge of his cock in his jeans, his fists clenched by his thighs, the lip he was biting…

Then he looked into Niketas’ eyes, and despite himself Niketas couldn’t defy him directly any more than he could defy Luka.

He whined softly, tilted back his throat and cast his gaze off to the side—and then, much to his surprise, felt a wet, hot lick of tongue go up his throat. Then teeth, pressed gently into his skin, holding him still and arousing him beyond belief.

Luka had never done that to him while he was still in a man’s shape, no one had. Niketas moaned before he could stop himself, pressed his hips up and then froze as he felt an erection even thicker than his own pressing right back against his cock.

He sucked in a breath, heard Luka laughing in the background while a warm hand took hold of his chin and forced him to look into blue, burning eyes. “Well, aren’t you something. Niketas, are you? I’m Stelios.”

“I know that—”

“Good.”

He bent over Niketas’ mouth and kissed him. Niketas gasped in surprise. He’d never kissed a man before, and Stelios had Luka’s blue eyes, yes, but with a fire in them that promised much more than just a kiss even as he deepened it. Niketas opened his mouth when Stelios licked his lips, accepted Stelios’ tongue and moaned at the hot touch of it on his tongue, against the roof of his mouth. His eyes drifted closed, and he started to reach up, wrap his arms around broad, hot shoulders.

Stelios pulled back, and left Niketas standing alone in the middle of the room, flushed and harder than he’d ever been in his life.

“You see what I mean?” It was Luka’s voice, and Niketas couldn’t help looking over at him. “He’s perfect for you, Stelios. He wants me too much, and I can’t keep—”

“Tell me you haven’t been trying to punish him the pack way.” Stelios’ amusement was obvious, and Niketas stared straight at the floor. Luka cleared his throat, and Stelios started laughing. “Well done, little brother. Well done. I’m sure that made him want you so much less. All right, I’ll take him off your hands. For a while, anyway. Until I decide if I really like him or not.”

Niketas scowled and looked up, but Luka was just nodding, zipping up his jacket, turning for the—door? “Luka, don’t just—you can’t just leave me here with him!”

“Yes, I can. I’m Alpha, remember? And I already told you, as far as you’re concerned, so is Stelios.”

 

Want more? Pick up a copy of The Other Alpha here!

 

 

Friday Fun

Week Sixteen – Destiny Dawn’s Blushing Apples

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This week’s Friday Fun once again comes…from a guest!  Welcome author Destiny Dawn, who’s sharing  a bit from a new erotic short, Blushing Apples!

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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From The Back Cover: Elana really can’t help herself when she steals the first bite and it’s all downhill from there. After seeing the fruit every day, she thought one would be enough, but to her flustered surprise it’s not. All she can think about is the succulent apple in her hand and the taste across her lips. She hungers for more, and is willing to do anything for another taste. 

Warning: This book contains situations involving feeding and threesomes. This book is fully adult and contains graphic descriptions of sex. Please be aware of this when you purchase and enjoy a slice of devious pie without feeling guilty.

Excerpt

The bite of the apple was sweet and tangy in the back of her throat. Her teeth pressed through the thin skin and penetrated to the juice beneath. Elana closed her eyes and savored the taste, completely distracted as a couple drops had escaped her lips and trickled down her chin. Out in the warm sun, the taste of the fruit was perfect, the feeling slipping from her tongue, down her throat, and to her chest like the hands of a lover teasing at a night of passion.
Elana paused in the bite to lick her lips and marveled at the fact that her body was tingling from the taste. For a moment she remembered where she was, standing in an orchard picking apples and surrounded by other women. The trees were tall around her, their voluminous branches reaching across, shattering the hot sunlight around her, but not breaking up the oppressing heat. She could see several of the other women taking breaks to tie up their hair and duck into the shadows for a short cool breath.
Her own thick dress was already clinging to her pale skin with sweat, her long black hair starting to escape the cloth tied around her head, attempting to tame the tangled mess. Like them she was hot and sweaty, worn from an afternoon of work, but unlike them she’d given into temptation and stolen one of the apples from her work basket.
She’d tried to resist, tried to remind herself of the people around her and how they could turn to watch her at any moment.  Normally it wouldn’t have been an issue, but today it was just too much.  The sun was too high in the sky and the clothes wrapped around her body were too thick – a single refreshing bite had to be stolen.
Turning to hide her crime from the others in the shade of a particularly large tree, she took another bite. This time the wave of pleasure slipped embarrassingly between her legs and she shifted under her skirts, hoping no one noticed. She wasn’t supposed to be eating the apples here, much less be feeling like that. Luckily her skirts were long, full and dyed dark to hide the wear and tear of daily use.
No one would be able to see how she was pressing her thighs together, or how they were trembling at the thought of another bite. Swallowing the sounds she wanted to make, Elana set down her basket and tried to catch her breath. Around her the other women were filling their baskets and hadn’t noticed her stealing a fruit, at least not yet.
Tucking the fruit away she lifted her skirts and stepped off the path, ducking out of sight to find somewhere safe and private.

Want more? Try this teaser of next week’s Friday Fun, from Briana Lawrence’s  Lemon Wedges! 

“Stephen?”
The apartment is blessfully quiet with no signs of his roommate anywhere. He knocks on Stephen’s bedroom door to make sure. “You in there?”
Nothing. With the coast clear Kaeden goes to his bedroom and kicks off his work shoes. His feet are thankful for it, but the best is yet to come…

Find Blushing Apples here, and catch up with Destiny Dawn at www.sewntogetherreflections.com! On Facebook? Follow her at www.facebook.com/destinydawnauthor! 

Friday Fun

Week Fifteen – Riley Long’s Group Effort

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This week’s Friday Fun comes…from a guest!  Welcome author Riley Long, who’s sharing  a bit from a new erotic short, Group Effort!

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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From The Back Cover: Andrew Collins hates the boredom of working as a mail clerk. It doesn’t help that Andrew’s domineering boss, Cole Whitfield, enjoys making him miserable. When Cole catches him being naughty on the job, Andrew is faced with a choice, spend one night as the entertainment for Cole and his friends or look for another job. Can Andrew handle four men at once or will he run from the chance at a night he’ll never forget?

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Cole’s eyes fluttered closed and he sighed deeply. “The rest of you may make yourselves comfortable as well.” Without hesitation, the other men disrobed, each folding his clothes and leaving them on the floor.

“You never fail to bring home the good ones, Cole,” Vince said as he tugged his shirt over his head. “This one’s so pretty and young. You sure he’s legal?”

Andrew’s stomach lurched with the realization that he wasn’t the first. I wonder if he does this often.

Cole rolled his eyes. “Vince, do you honestly think I’d invite someone to be our guest if I weren’t one hundred percent sure of his legality?”

Vince laughed. “Come on, Cole, just kidding. No reason to get all lawyer-y on me. We all know you’ve got the biggest dick, no need to show it off.” Andrew liked Vince, his sassiness towards Cole something Andrew had never seen before. It gave him just a bit of courage that he would be able to stand up to Cole if necessary.

Derrick spoke up. “Don’t go getting him all worked up, Vince. You know how he gets when he’s annoyed. Cole might just leave you out of the party all together.” He was rubbing himself as he moved to stand next to Vince. Derrick leaned against Vince’s back gently, dipped his head down to kiss Vince’s neck. Vince squirmed underneath Derrick pleasantly, tilted his head away, baring his neck. It was a clear gesture of “more, please.”

“And that would be a problem. Shutting up now,” Vince said, grinning. He tossed a wink in Andrew’s direction, and reached down to stroke himself once as Derrick continued to kiss his neck. Andrew couldn’t tell what Vince was trying to say, but whatever it was, he knew he liked it.

Michael gathered everyone’s clothes and moved them to a chair. He seemed to beCole’s assistant, because he then rummaged through a bag and pulled out several bottles of lube and left them on the nightstand. “Everyone ready?” The men around the room murmured their assent.

Cole climbed on the bed and crawled up to Andrew. He straddled Andrew’s lap and ran his hand lightly along the length of Andrew’s raging erection which was standing straight up between them. “You do clean up nicely, young Mr. Collins.”

Andrew flushed at the compliment. “Thank you, sir.”

Whitfield took that opportunity to begin kissing Andrew again, pulling him close. After a moment, he broke away, and Michael was there to take his place.Andrew pulled away for a moment’s hesitation.

“Your choice, Andrew,” came the whispered encouragement from Cole.

Want more? Find Group Effort here, and catch up with Riley Long at www.rileylongwrites.com!

Friday Fun

Week Fourteen – The Other Alpha

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This bit  of erotica comes from the first draft of my newest erotic short ! This time that’s The Other Alpha, scheduled for release October 1st! This is the first excerpt available anywhere, so…have fun with it! 

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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Niketas stayed very still while Stelios hovered over him and started to wrap the ropes around his shoulders and his back. His movements were careful, slow, methodical, every knot laid precisely where he wanted it. He wrapped smooth curls of rope around his shoulders, then down over his breastbone and around his chest.

Once he got use to the slow movements, the soft rub of the rope against his skin, it was easy to fall into the rhythm of Stelios’ movements. Around his arms, left…right…left, then right again…around his chest, and he sucked in a little breath when Stelios rolled the rope over his nipples.

Down, the rope around him, around the pillar behind him, diamonds of silk separated by knots over his pecs and down his chest and across his abs. Stelios paused then and stepped back, staring at him critically. “Try to move now.”

Niketas strained, pulled forward, testing, then jerked against the ropes holding him against the pillar. He’d thought he would be able to get free, it was only ropes after all, but there were so many of them wrapped around him, and he was bound so tightly to the pillar all he could do was rock forward a half inch or so.

He struggled in vain, but the more he tried to twist his arms free the tighter the ropes around his chest held him, and when he pulled at those the ropes holding his wrists behind his back, tied to his waist, made him arch more against the pillar behind him.

He growled, tugged harder, harder, until he was panting, sweaty, aggravated and angry. “Let me go – goddamn it, I don’t want to be -”

“Really? Because your cock is dripping all over the floor, Niketas.”

He dropped his eyes, and stared at his own erection as if it was betraying him. Fucking god it was true, he was leaking all over the place. Stelios grabbed him by the jaw and forced him to look into his face.

“I don’t like you lying to me. I don’t like you telling me you don’t want this when you do. If you really want out – if you want to go back to Luka and stay on that damned mountain and never find out why you’re here, I will let you go. I’m giving you a safe word, you understand? Not stop, not ‘no more’, not please. Let’s say…umbrella.”

Niketas snorted, and Stelios shrugged. “Not something you’re likely to shout at me no matter how much I take you, is it. So? It counts now – if you really want me to stop, tell me and I’ll let you go before I really get started.”

Niketas felt his flush spreading, down, down, from his cheeks to his chest. He couldn’t say it. He didn’t want to stop. Stelios had barely started, and he thought maybe…maybe his idea of punishment would involve taking his cock. He wanted it, and if he let Stelios do what he wanted… Anyway, he didn’t think he had a choice – not between what Luka had told him and Stelios’ desire to keep him here.

“No it’s – it’s fine. For now, anyway.”

“For now, hm? Good.” Then he reached for the trailing ends of the rope, tugged the last knot into place below his navel, then started to wrap the rope around the base of his cock, down around his balls and under, up over his buttocks and back into another loop around his waist. Niketas jerked and swore, then groaned.

“’S tight – Stelios…ohhhng. Fuck.” Warm and rough, Stelios’ fingers teased the tip of his cock, smeared his slick around over the head and down as he stroked. “Oh – oh don’t stop, fuck that’s good -” There was something amused in Stelios’ expression, and Niketas didn’t understand, didn’t care.

He lay his head back, closed his eyes and thrust back as much as he could into Stelios’ hand. He’d had plenty of women touch him before, but no men, and he liked the difference more than he’d thought he would, the rough way Stelios gripped him, stroked and twisted his wrist around the tip of his cock.

He liked the ropes, the way they held him – they way they kept him still and the way they rubbed against his skin and the way Stelios had tied them. “God so good, so good, I can’t -”

“It’s supposed to be. Now…” He walked across the room to one of the bureaus but only crouched and opened a drawer. Niketas couldn’t even turn his head enough to see what was inside, but he had his suspicions.

He couldn’t tell what Stelios had brought back with him, but his fist was closed around something, and Niketas only jumped a little when Stelios came back and he felt warm, slick fingers between his buttocks, over and around his hole, barely pressing inside. Then one dipped in, pressed deeper, curled inside him as Stelios fucked him with it and Niketas bucked up, then pressed back against the penetration. He moaned, spread his legs wider, and Stelios chuckled.

“You like that? You like my fingers inside you?”

“Yes -”

“Oh? I thought I was going to get more denials.”

“No, I – I want -”

“I don’t care what you want, you’re going to take what I give you.”

 

Things Out of Context

Drips, Drabs, And Drops

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I was recently tagged in the 7-7-7 challenge by the estimable Jette Harris, and (being slow) I’m only now following through! The point of this little meander is to post seven lines from the seventh page of a WIP, then tag seven other authors to do the same thing. 

While I try to figure out if I actually know seven authors (other than the ones who were tagged with me), enjoy these sets of seven lines from the seventh pages of a few recent releases…and one WIP! 

Anna In August: Luka’s Pack #1

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The road was long and dark and the moon was rising and want…was a living thing. She looked at his back in front of her and slipped her hands down from his chest to the hard ridges of his abdomen, then down to his thighs and gripped them. A ripple of heat tightened her up inside, stroked over her clit, and Anna licked her lips.

“I want…” But her murmur fell to silence. What was she thinking? This wasn’t the time or place for words.

 

Sophie In September: Luka’s Pack #2

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Then—buckle. Belt.

Sophie licked her lips and almost looked away, but he was undoing the button of his jeans, the zipper, and she could only stare as he pulled them open over his cock and pushed them down his hips. There was nothing under them but naked flesh gone to hard shadow in the moonlight. Despite what she’d said, Sophie rarely photographed people—but right now, staring at him, she saw the hard, perfect image of a beast trapped in the body of a man. Her fingers itched for a camera…and to touch.

Earthbound: WIP

“Hello, xiaofan.”

He reached out a hand to touch her cheek, and she didn’t move, though her answer was defiant and breathless.

“That isn’t – that’s not my name.”

He smiled for her, and though he could make it gentle, he couldn’t take the teeth from it, or the desire. “Is that really true?”

She said nothing, as if she sensed that anything she said might be used against her, but that wasn’t enough to protect her. Yun took two swift steps toward her, closing the last of the distance between them. He wondered why this woman didn’t see what was on his face and run.

Friday Fun

Week Thirteen – Sophie By The Sea

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This bit  of erotica comes from my newest erotic short, Sophie By The Sea, a fun little experiment with a shark shifter! Why let land predators have all the fun?

Sophie By The Sea is out now, and this is the first excerpt available anywhere, so…have fun with it! 

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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‘You are my woman. I will give you what you want, and what you need. And I will take from you, yes, but only the same for myself. Don’t you trust me, Sophie?’

It felt like the most dangerous question she had ever been asked, but there was only one answer. ‘Yes. Yes! Or I wouldn’t be here, or I – but please, won’t you tell me…’

‘What I want? You already know what I want, woman.’

Sophie traced his lean muscles with her gaze and felt them as if they were beneath her fingers – shoulders, chest, abdomen, buttocks, thighs. She stared at his cock as it stiffened, reddened and drew up against his belly

Oh yes, oh yes, she knew what he wanted – or at least, she knew now, and had been hoping. She didn’t resist when pressed flush against her and kissed her again – instead, she melted into his embrace and twined her legs around his legs.

His cock pressed hard and throbbing against her, and Theron rocked against her as he slid his hands along her arms, over her shoulders and up her neck to her face. He followed her pulse down her throat with curious fingers, then stroked Sophie’s collarbone, and across the curves of it to her chest.

As if testing their weight, he lifted her breasts in his hands, then brushed his thumbs over the tips of her nipples and smiled when she sucked in a little gasp. She tasted salt – and then Theron.

He held her still while he bent his head and kissed her, and Sophie stared up into his eyes. They were even brighter underwater, the indefinable something that so attracted her was infinitely more focused. Sophie moaned against his mouth, relaxed against him and gave in completely.

Her desire and her submission were both open in her thoughts, and he must have seen them there because he pulled back from her instantly, but only enough that he could get his mouth on her nipples. He sucked at them, bit hard enough to make Sophie buck her hips against him and moan, but not hard enough to hurt.

‘You like the sharp edges, Sophie? Between pleasure, and pain.’

‘Yes…’

Theron slid his mouth over her skin and bit at her breasts, her nipples. He crawled his fingers down her body, over the softness below her breasts, over her belly, down to her hips. He wrapped his arms around her then and squeezed her buttocks with both hands, and though there was no moan in the underwater silence, his lust and approval slashed across her thoughts with the same piercing ease as his words.

He desired her, really, truly desired her. The more he touched her mind the more she learned the truth of it, how passion had driven him across the sea, following her. The night that was her “night of the wolves” was his “night of Sophie”, and the thought was enough to stoke the already sweltering fire burning in her blood.

Want more? Pick up Sophie By The Sea here today!