Bitten

Have I used this title before? I can’t remember. Anyway, I deeply apologize for this post being a day late. I’ve been so good about getting something to you regularly. I was out with Pet last night for a good while and then when I got home my parenting duties were called to action. By the time it was all over, it was 10:30 my time and I was sound asleep. (I go to bed early like an old lady.)

Bitten is just over 500 words, and is my Kink Bingo fill for–what else?–bites/bruises.

Also, I think I’ve just discovered how to put in the “Read More” cut so that my explicit material isn’t showing up on your dash, so tonight is an attempt at that, as well.

Continue reading “Bitten”

Wait

Tonight’s piece is called “Wait,” but before I get to it, I have a small announcement to make: Nurse’s Orders has hit the AllRomance.com bestseller list! You can find it here on the AllRomance.com site. Thanks for the support! And please consider reviewing my work on Goodreads or Amazon, too. Every rating helps.

Okay, without further ado, my first foray into the world of male chastity devices. I hope I got it right, at least mostly. Feel free to tell me what I did wrong in the comments. “Wait” is 500 words, and is my Kink Bingo fill for “chastity devices.”

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Andrew squirmed on the bed. “Please?” He was panting and running his hands along the blanket, anything to keep from touching his groin, not that touching would do him any good. His hips rocked gently back and forth, as if he was searching for some kind of contact. He probably was, Jake mused.

Jake grinned, looking self-satisfied. “Not at all.”

Andrew was panting now, and Jake couldn’t stand how much he was enjoying himself. A porn soundtrack played in the background, making matters that much worse for the squirming man.

“Please?” he said with a bit more desperation in his voice, bordering on a whine. “Please let me out of this thing, Jake. Please.”

“I do love it when you beg.” Jake toyed with the key in his hand, flipping it between fingers. The look of Andrew squirming on the bed, desperate, straining against the steel trap around his cock was almost too much to bear. Jake palmed his own stiff cock, groaning from the pleasure of it. “God, get over here and touch me, now.”

Andrew did as he was told, scrambling to the edge of the bed. He leaned in, deeply inhaling the scent of Jake’s arousal, before taking it in his hands. Andrew’s stroking was deft, sure, and it felt good, but not nearly good enough.

“Suck,” Jake commanded. His voice left no room for discussion or disagreement. Immediately, Andrew opened his mouth and leaned forward, taking Jake in his mouth. Jake let his eyes flutter closed, enjoying the hot, wet sensation of Andrew’s mouth, the intense pull of his sucking, the practiced flick of his tongue on the sensitive spot under the head. Andrew had done this before, and he was good. Andrew moaned as he sucked, and Jake knew that Andrew couldn’t take much more.

Jake rocked forward, fucking into Andrew’s mouth several times, until he was on the verge. He then twined his fingers in Andrew’s hair as he came, pulling the man close in, so he could shoot down Andrew’s throat. Andrew, for his part, swallowed greedily, slurping up as much as he could before letting the rest run out of his mouth. He continued sucking and bobbing his head until Jake pushed him away with a hiss.

“Please?” Andrew said again, this time with little conviction.

After a moment, Jake responded. “Okay. Yes.” He leaned down and slid the key into the lock, releasing Andrew’s cock from the chastity cage. Andrew responded with a loud moan, and he tumbled back onto the bed, clearly overwhelmed. His cock sprang to life, leaking copiously.

“Thank you,” he sighed. He reached a hand to his groin and received a sharp slap on the thigh in return.

“No touching,” Jake barked. Andrew whimpered. “That’s my job.”

With a gasp, Andrew bucked his hips in the air, seeking contact. When Jake closed his mouth around Andrew, he could hear the other man moan loudly in relief, bordering on a sob. This was good, Jake decided.

“Yeah, Mike”

I’ve decided to re-engage in a flash fiction writing spree, and you get the benefits. As an added bonus, I decided to play a little more with  Mike and Daniel (Daniel is the MC for Nurse’s Orders, and Mike is his police officer partner in the novel, but as you know, I love writing the two of them together, too.) For tonight, I have for you a m/m blood/knife play short, at 500 words. I hope you enjoy it!

Edited, because Daniel’s name was Sam in an early draft and I forgot to change them all.
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Once they had started, Mike couldn’t imagine stopping. Each night that Daniel needed him, Mike pulled the long, bone-handled knife out of the bedside drawer and gave in. After a while, it wasn’t giving in, and there were nights in which Mike lay awake in bed, listening to Danny’s breathing, wondering if tonight was going to be the night. He tried to fight away the feelings of guilt, but his hard cock betrayed him as he lay there imagining what it felt like to split Dan’s skin open gently, watch rivulets of blood run down his leg or arm or back, and stroke his fingers through the warm liquid until they were both heaving and ready to fuck.

In the beginning, it was always Dan’s need that started it. Daniel would wake Mike, begging, voice broken and raw. “Please Mike,” he would say. “I need it.” Slowly, “I need it” turned to “I need you” and then “I want you.” They never spoke about this in the daylight, not once, and that was just fine with Mike. He wasn’t ready to admit the degrees of fucked-up-ness they had between them. He wasn’t ready to admit that this…this relationship meant more to him than he let on. He didn’t want to risk the chance that Daniel would recoil in disgust, tell him to get help, and insist on separate hotel rooms from here on out.

Tonight, though, Mike wanted it more than he could explain. He tossed and turned until he couldn’t take it anymore, until need threatened to close up his throat and stop him from breathing.

“Danny?” his voice rasped in the darkness. “Danny.”

Daniel, it seemed, was already awake. “Yeah, Mike?”

“I…uh…can we do it again tonight?” He reached out an arm and slid the table drawer open, hoping Daniel would understand.

A beat passed, two. “Yeah, Mike, we can do it again tonight.”

Relief flooded him, but he still felt tense, bound inside himself. He knew that the feeling would unravel and spin away once he started. He swung his legs out of bed and saw that Daniel had done the same.

“Where do you want to do it?” Daniel asked. He’d never asked before, not like this, so giving.

“We did your thigh last time. Back?”

Daniel cleared his throat in the darkness. Mike could see Daniel turn in the moonlight, tan back strong and bare. “Go ahead.”

Mike stood, took the knife in his hand, and placed the point on Daniel’s back. He hesitated just for a second, unable to believe his luck. As the blade pierced skin, tiny rivers of blood welled up and ran. Mike could feel his cock getting harder. After a few cuts, he felt like he could breathe again, and Daniel’s breath was coming long and slow. He put the knife back in its drawer, leaned down, and kissed Dan’s neck gently. Daniel reached up and pulled Mike closer.

“Yeah, Mike,” Daniel whispered again.

Challenge #8 – Anything at all

Today’s challenge is to write about anything at all. How free! Except I really struggled to come up with a topic to write about. After a few weeks of being dictated to, I found myself a little lost without a topic. Therefore, I bring to you another piece of flash fiction, just under 600 words. I hope you enjoy.

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Andrew settled between Matt’s legs, face close to an already leaking erection, trailed sure fingers along Matt’s thighs, teasing, a promise.

“C’mon,” Matt whined, canting his hips up.

He exhaled heavily against sensitive skin, but when Matt tipped himself towards Andrew’s open mouth, he drew back. “What do you say?”

Matt huffed, disbelieving. “Please?”

“Please… what?” Andrew knew he was testing the waters, Matt still shy most nights when it was just the two of them, but he was hoping the gamble would pay off.

“Touch me?” Matt squirmed.

With firm hands, Andrew gripped Matt’s thighs, let his fingers dig in. “Be specific. Ask for what you want.” He glanced up when he said this, sought Matt’s face, wanted to read the reaction there, and he was really fucking glad he did. Matt’s face turned pink and he bit his lip against a whimper – an honest to God whimper. For its part, Matt’s cock also lurched, precome oozing out thickly.

“I… please, suck my cock.”

Immediately Andrew opened his mouth and took his partner in as far as he could, deep down to the base, pushing the head back along the smooth surface. Matt gripped fingers in his short hair and Andrew felt the lust pool in his belly and groin. He knew he could do this all night, could spend hours sucking Matt off, but tonight he wanted to hear him beg. He pulled the cock out of his mouth slowly, trailed his hands and tongue down, down, to Matt’s ass. He pushed him apart slowly with fingertips and then dipped his tongue down and pressed in.

Matt gasped a little, moaned, pushed towards it.

“Yeah?” Andrew asked darkly. He ran his tongue along the sensitive flesh and then pulled away.

“What the fuck?”

“You know what.”

Matt groaned. “Christ, please. Use your tongue on me. On my ass.”

Andrew pressed his face close, licked along Matt’s rim, each pass pressing his tongue in harder. He began to press Matt open with his fingers, and something in Matt must have unraveled because he finally started talking.

“God, yes. Fuck me open with your fingers. Please. Wanna feel them inside of me. I—” Matt stuttered.

Andrew had slipped a second finger inside of him, licking around his fingers, pressing his hot tongue between them.

“Yeah. Please… don’t… so… ungh fuck close. Please… want you deeper. Harder,” he gasped, hips bucking up.

Andrew pressed a third finger in hard, lapping at Matt’s entrance, hungry for more.

“So close, gonna… gonna come… please, can’t wait much longer, wanna feel you, please… just… fuck me.”

Quickly, he pulled his fingers and tongue out, lined his cock up, and pushed in. He was kneeling between Matt’s legs, hands gripping narrow, sweaty hips.

Now that he’d started, Matt couldn’t seem to stop talking. “Yeah, fuck, so good, harder, fuck me harder.” He lifted his legs to wrap around Andrew’s waist and kept talking. “So good, please, almost there… Gonna…”

Andrew slid one hand over and gripped Matt, stroking him deftly, one, two, three, quick movements. A flick of the wrist, a press of thumb into the sensitive spot at the crown, and Matt was coming in thick, hot, white spurts. Watching Matt come undone so thoroughly tipped Andrew over the edge, and he fucked into Matt hard and stilled, emptying himself.

As his orgasm subsided, he began to pull out, but Matt tightened the grip of his legs, a smile teasing on his face. “No… stay another minute. Please? Kiss me?”

Andrew folded forward and pressed his mouth to Matt’s.

Four by Flash #6 – Promise Kept

Another one for the flash challenge. This one was an attempt for my bingo square “dirty talk,” and while I don’t think it accomplished much in the way of dirty talk, it is still a lovely m/m/m scene, worth sharing. Daniel is a character I plan to see more of. I have quite a few pieces with him and Mike. I’m also working on a full length piece with Danny, separate from Jake and Mike. I hope you like him as much as I do.

Content warnings for explicit sex, dirty talk, language, and three men.

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Mike stood behind Daniel, who was folded beautifully over the end of the bed with his ass in the air, both men completely naked. Mike trailed fingertips steady and sure along Daniel’s spine. Settled into the pillows at the top of the bed was Jacob, also naked, touching himself tentatively, watching in awe.

“Mike,” Daniel gasped, reaching a long arm back. “Come on. Please.” His leaking cock was pressed against the sheets, a desperate tremble in his thighs.

He slid one hand down to the cleft of Daniel’s ass, traced the line there. Impatient, Daniel arched back, pushing into Mike’s hand, trying to urge him into action. A sharp crack broke the air as the flat of Mike’s palm connected with Daniel’s ass, making a handprint blossom beautifully. Daniel groaned and rocked forward.

“You get what I give, not what you want, do you understand me?”

Daniel nodded, face buried in his arms.

“Good boy.” He coated his own thick cock with lube and pressed the head to Daniel’s entrance. Normally, he’d take time to open Daniel up himself, but tonight his instructions had been clear: Be ready when I get home.

Without further warning, he pushed all the way in, pressing pelvis tight against ass, wringing a low moan from Daniel. Jake murmured and tightened his grip.

As he began to thrust, Mike began to deliver on the promise he’d made. “You like it like this, don’t you, Danny? Being split open on my cock, completely helpless.” He sped up, digging fingertips into pale skin. “Such a pretty thing, so good, all ready and wet between the legs, just like I told you. Now here you are, getting fucked by your big brother while your best friend watches. Tell Jake how much you like being fucked like a little slut, how hard you are, how wet your cock is. And hearing about it, it sends you to the edge. You’re already so close, aren’t you Daniel? Answer me.”

“Yes, God yes.” His voice broke as he nodded and reached between his legs.

“Don’t touch yourself. That’s for me and Jake. You don’t get to touch it.” He gestured and Jake scooted closer. “Lift your head. You’re going to suck Jake off while I fuck you, and don’t you dare come.”

Daniel opened his mouth eagerly, and to Mike it looked as though Daniel was a starving man and Jake’s cock was his first meal in weeks.

“Look at you, filled at both ends, and can’t get enough. Poor little Daniel, stuffed with cock and just begging for it. Love to be fucked, love to be used like this, don’t you, Daniel?”

Jake came first, silently, undone by the litany of obscenities streaming from Mike’s mouth.

“Good job, now, don’t spill any of it, swallow every drop, the way you know he likes it, just like the hungry fucking slut you are. Show us how you can’t get enough.”

Mike was close behind and he let himself stop talking for his own orgasm, reward for a promise kept. Once he finished pulsing, he eased out, tumbled onto the bed, into the jumble of arms and legs that was Daniel and Jake. Mike lifted his face to Daniel, licked the curve of his neck, and pressed lips close to his ear.

“You did good.”

Daniel whimpered and nodded.

“Now for your reward. You want to come, or you want us to play with you for a while?”

Daniel lifted his head, eyes shining. Mike could read the answer there. It was going to be a good night.