Guest Post: Belinda Burke’s Sophie by the Sea

Wow, we’ve just got all kinds of guests lined up this week. I’ll even have another one on Friday. My Heatstroke authors are all in their “new release” period and would love for you guys to hear a little about their books. Today, I’ll talk about Sophie by the Sea by Belinda Burke.

Here’s the blurb for Sophie:

Sophie has returned to her normal life – to the sea, and to her photography. She’s spent as little time as possible thinking about her encounter with Luka and his pack, if only to keep herself from wistful thoughts. There may be magic in the world, but so far as she can see it won’t make any more difference in her life.
So far as she can see, however, isn’t far enough. Sophie may think things have returned to business as usual, but the ocean has a surprise for her. A shark, who can take the shape of a man. A shark who calls himself Theron, and who can reach out and touch Sophie’s mind.
Theron is the lord of the sea, and he sees her only as his woman, soft and beautiful. He wants to touch her, taste her, take her…and then keep her, if she can pass his test. If not, shifter though he is, Theron is more shark than man. Sophie might be in terrible danger…
But that doesn’t mean she can resist.
Wow, that one sounds great, doesn’t it? I’m really looking forward to reading it. An excerpt after the cut.

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It’s here! It’s here!

Today’s the release day for Group Effort! I’m so excited that I think I’ll post an excerpt. First, the blurb again: 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?

Excerpt after the jump.

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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 bestseller list! You can find it here on the 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.”


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.

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 #12 – Short Story – Held Down

This is my version of a short story – a flash piece that is a kink bingo square fill for “held down.” It’s also a f/f piece, since I’ve been promising one for quite some time.


“Stay,” Tyler ordered. The other woman nodded, eager to please, laying on the bed with her arms above her head. The room was silent except for the lazy, rhythmic humming of the ceiling fan. Tyler rose from the bed and stepped to the side, choosing her implements carefully from an array of tools. She ran her fingertips along a flogger that she’d had for years, her favorite canes, and a small wooden paddle, before settling on a medium sized dildo that would fit neatly into her harness. This would do nicely for tonight, she decided, though she felt it was a shame she wouldn’t have the opportunity to use all of the implements before her.

Sarah quivered with excitement, and Tyler could see the wetness slipping from between Sarah’s spread legs, making its way down to the sheets. Tyler moved the tool between her own legs and nested it into the ring that would hold it in place. As it settled in, she groaned with anticipation. She dipped down to place a kiss on Sarah’s mound, which had the woman writhing and arching her back. Tyler pressed Sarah’s legs back onto the mattress gently.

“Be still,” Tyler said, in a tone that left no room for argument.

Carefully, slowly at first, Tyler eased the cock between Sarah’s legs, pressed into her pussy. She moved incrementally, watching Sarah’s face as she did so. Sarah’s eyes were screwed shut and she breathed hard as Tyler watched her work to control herself. Sarah’s thighs trembled with effort as Tyler penetrated her. Without warning, Tyler thrust the last three inches of the cock deep into Sarah, eliciting a gasp of surprise.

Tyler took that as her cue, and she began fucking in earnest, thrusting into Sarah over and over again. Once she had a rhythm going, she moved her hands to Sarah’s breasts, pinching and teasing at her nipples while Sarah moaned below. After one particularly hard twist, Sarah’s hands shot up to Tyler’s back, pulling the woman down for a kiss. Tyler acquiesced, slowing her thrusting to kiss Sarah deeply. She moved her mouth to Sarah’s breast and hovered over it, breathing hot air on the nipple.

“I know what you want,” Tyler said after a long moment. “But do you really think you deserve my mouth after that stunt you just pulled?”

“I—” Sarah gasped. “No, ma’am.”

Tyler slapped Sarah neatly across the face, only hard enough to sting. “Next time, you’ll behave, won’t you?” Sarah nodded, looking away. Tyler took Sarah’s wrists, one in each hand, and pinned them to the bed. She picked up her thrusting again, continued to fuck into Sarah, and the other woman could do nothing but lay and enjoy it.

When the time came, Tyler, shifted so that one of her hands held both of Sarah’s, and she moved her free hand down to Sarah’s pussy, rubbing her clit furiously, pushing Sarah over the precipice. As Sarah’s orgasm crashed over her, she thrashed and arched her back, but never pulled her hands away. When she was finished, Tyler pulled out, again slowly, and lay back on the bed.

“Good girl. Now,” she said, pointing to her own aching pussy, “get to work.”

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.


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.

Writing Challenge #2 – Fanfiction

Okay, so the second piece for the writing challenge is to write a fanfiction. I’m so mortified to have written this (it’s RPS – real person slash) that I’ve changed the names. I suppose that’s sort of cheating, but I hope you’ll like it either way.


It seemed to Luke that sex could always be boiled down to a series of moments of acute anticipation, from beginning to end, and that even the conclusion of sex brought about its own round of aching anticipation. He loved nothing more than that feeling of hot, eager wanting. The anticipation was his favorite part.

Luke knelt on the bed, naked, facing away from James, body tense. The room was dark, and he could only hear the sound of his breathing, and James’s breathing, and his own heart pounding. He hung his head, waiting.

The bed shifted as James climbed on, and Luke bit his lip, holding himself as still as possible.

“Shhh,” James whispered. And with that, strong hands were sliding across Luke’s back, up from the base of his spine to his shoulder blades, stroking outward along the tops of his shoulders, and then back down his sides. “Shh,” James said again, and stroked his right hand along the right side of Luke’s neck, fingertips light, trailing along the sensitive skin there, neck, ear, jawline, throat. Luke shivered and tilted his head away from James’s hand, welcoming the touch. His eyes fluttered open, and he turned his face slightly to his lover, searching to make eye contact. When he locked eyes with James and saw the dark lust there, Luke held his breath.

He exhaled slowly, shakily. They had danced this dance a thousand times, it seemed, but the eager, breathless anticipation was always his favorite; waiting to see what James would bring this time, what James would do to show Luke just how much he knew Luke’s needs, and how fucking amazing it would feel in the end. Yes, the anticipation was his favorite part.

James leaned down over Luke, and Luke felt the heavy heat of the taller man folding himself over Luke’s back. James’s left hand slid down Luke’s arm and James’s weight came to rest on it. With the other hand, James tilted Luke’s head away, exposing Luke’s left jaw. He closed his eyes again, body pliant. Soft lips caressed his tender neck, and he exhaled in a little huff.

“Turn,” James whispered in Luke’s ear, and Luke felt a surge, hot in his belly, straight down to his groin.

“Yes sir,” he murmured in response. Luke knew better than to respond in any other way. Lowering himself onto his forearms, Luke eased down onto the bed. He rolled onto his back, stretched his legs out, and pulled his arms up, clasping his hands together on the pillow above his head.

“Hmm,” James growled. “Good.” James pulled back and knelt over Luke, gazing over that which was his. “Good boy.”

With just those words, as if on cue, Luke arched his hips up just a bit, seeking physical reward.

“Ah, not so fast,” James whispered, and placed a hand on Luke’s hip, pressing the smaller man into the mattress so firmly that Luke could almost feel springs.

Without another moment’s hesitation, James leaned in, mouth hot and open, and pressed himself against Luke. James pressed his forehead against Luke’s shoulder and exhaled. Then he tilted his mouth down just a bit more, teeth grazing Luke’s shoulder.

Luke bit his lip again, exhaling through his nose. He knew what came next, and he was ready. Again, he knew better than to say more. Slowly, he felt the teeth drag along his shoulder, up his collarbone, and nip down. And then another, harder this time.

James’s teeth parted, and with a push, he shifted his body higher. Their groins grazed together, and Luke felt the hand on his hip press him down more firmly into the mattress, preventing any errant movements. James sank his teeth slowly into the smooth skin and taut muscle just below where Luke’s neck and shoulder joined. Luke groaned this time, rocking his head to the side, pushing into the pain. Only a second went by before James was licking and kissing Luke’s neck, tender and sensual. Then another bite, and a third, each one followed by a series of kisses to soothe the ache.

Luke slid his hands down from the pillow onto James’s back, sliding easily in the thin sheen of sweat. “Ohh,” he murmured, digging his fingernails into the taller man.

With that, James went in for the kill. He released Luke’s hip and slid that hand along Luke’s throat, tipping Luke’s head as far to the side as he could. He dragged his teeth along Luke’s shoulder again, and bit down, hard.

Despite his best efforts, Luke grunted and exhaled heavily, trying to keep his breathing even. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Oh, yes.”

In what seemed to Luke like a perfectly timed moment of torture, James slid his fingers down to Luke’s nipple, pinched hard, and released both Luke’s chest and his neck at the same time. As he did, Luke rocked his hips up, almost as if he had no control over his motions, and groaned again.

Luke’s cock was leaking, tip slick with precome, and he had to fight against himself to keep his hips in place. “Please,” he hissed. James kissed Luke, parting lips with his tongue. Even this was almost irresistible to Luke, he was so eager, so in need. Luke pulled back. “Please fuck me.” As much as he ached, Luke knew that James had to be wanting it just as much. More. James had confessed before that he enjoyed playing out these scenarios more than he had ever expected. While Luke had always known he loved pain during sex, James had come to it by way of loving Luke. And, as it turned out, James had loved every moment of it.

Hooking an arm behind Luke’s neck, James tumbled the two of them, until Luke was on top. “Get the lube,” he ordered.

Immediately, Luke scrambled to slide open the bedside drawer, pulled out a bottle of slick silicone lube, and positioned himself back above James.

“You do it,” James said. “You put it on.”

Luke rocked back on his shins, his cock bobbing gently in the darkness. He couldn’t help himself, and reached out to stroke James, marveling at the heat of it. James had not been his first guy, and they had been together for a long time, but even so, every time Luke caught himself amazed at his good fortune. He licked his lips, flicking his eyes up to meet James’s.

“Can I suck it?”

James’s eyes fluttered closed for a second, hips thrusting up. “Yes,” he said. “Yes.”

Luke didn’t waste any time, moving down, kneeling on the bed over his lover’s body. He licked his lips again, parted them, and pulled James’s cock into his mouth. Luke closed his eyes and licked the salty precome. His mouth started watering, literally watering, and he groaned eagerly. Gripping the base firmly with one hand, Luke coated James’s shaft with saliva, licking from base to tip as thoroughly as he could. He knew he was dragging it out, but he lived for James’s pleasure, and the longer it took, the longer James would reward him – he hoped.

“God damn it, Luke,” James murmured, fisting his hand in Luke’s hair. He didn’t pull or guide, not yet, but he gripped just hard enough that Luke couldn’t move without his scalp singing just a little. “Go.”

Luke took orders well, including this one. He opened his mouth and took James in fully. It had taken some practice, but he was able to take all of it, James’s cock sliding along the back of Luke’s throat. Luke tightened his throat as he sucked gently. Bobbing his head, Luke worked his tongue along James’s shaft. All of his movements were hampered by the hand gripping his hair, but Luke worked against it the best he could. When his jaw started to get tired, he loosened the suction and pulled off, sliding his mouth down to James’s balls, sucking gently on each while he stroked James.

After long moments of this, James tugged Luke’s hair hard. “No more,” he bit out.

Luke leaned back on his shins again and retrieved the bottle of lube. Pouring the lube into his hands, he breathed slowly, trying to steady his heartbeat.

“Now,” James growled. “Stop fucking around.”

He nodded, slid his hand down past his cock, and to the cleft of his ass. God, how he wanted to stroke himself, just once, to grip his own shaft, hand slick with lube, and ease some of the tension he felt. James would beat his ass for that, without a doubt, Luke knew, and while he wouldn’t mind the punishment so much, he couldn’t bear to disobey. He stroked his ass several times, working the lube in place, and the slid a finger in, fucking himself with it just a bit. He exhaled and hummed, grateful for the tingling it sent through his cock and out to the rest of his body.

“Yes. Another.” James had a fist wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, his other hand tucked behind his head.

Luke’s cock leaned against his own arm, and just the touch made him ache for more. He slid a second finger inside himself and whimpered just a little. It felt good, but he needed more, and he needed it soon. Before long, he was sliding both fingers in and out, as deeply as he could get them.

“More.” James’s strokes were getting faster.

Sighing, Luke slid his hand out, poured more lube on it, and eased it back into place. The positioning wasn’t the best for fingering himself, but his arms were lean, his fingers were long, and he managed to slip a third in alongside the previous two. As he worked the fingers in and out, he started thrusting unconsciously, each thrust accompanied by a tiny groan.

For a long while, James watched. Luke saw James watching and slid his free hand to his chest, pinching and twisting his nipples eagerly. “Please, sir,” Luke said, giving up on his efforts of silence, “please. Please.” Each thrust was accompanied by a plea. “Fuck me. I can’t wait any longer. I need to come.”

“You can wait. You will wait.”

“Please,” he asked, more desperately.

“Keep going. Don’t you dare come.”

Luke wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold off, had just started worrying that he needed to stop or come or he’d risk losing control and disappoint, when James barked out the order. “Stop. On top of me now.”

Grateful, Luke hurried to his hands and knees, positioning himself directly in front of James’s long cock, slick with precome.


Luke whimpered as he backed up onto James, wanting more, as always.

“Good boy.” James’s hands found Luke’s hips, planted him firmly in place as his cock was fully buried into Luke’s ass. He held Luke still for what seemed like a very long time.

When James released Luke’s hips, there was an implicit permission in the release. Luke exhaled, and crashed his lips into James’s. He devoured James’s mouth, sucking his tongue, and once he released it, he bit James’s lip. He rocked back and forth on his knees, fucking himself. Every down stroke made him feel as if he should be seeing stars – his body was alight with pleasure.

Luke heard James’s groans, and they sped up. The anticipation, the foreplay, the wait had been so long that James was sure to come soon. Luke knew James was close when the larger man reached his arms up, slid his fingers along Luke’s back, and dug his nails in. Rather than gripping, James raked his fingernails along Luke’s back, dragging them slowly, setting every nerve on fire. Luke’s entire body felt lit up. He groaned loudly, grateful for the added intensity.

It was the sound of Luke’s gratitude that sent James over the edge, coming in hot pulses inside Luke.

Frantically, Luke continued to fuck himself on James, desperate to push himself over the edge. He babbled a string of pleas again, knowing that he wasn’t guaranteed to be allowed to come.

Tonight though, James must have been feeling generous. He snaked his hand between the two of them and made a fist around Luke’s cock, slippery with precome and lube, and used Luke’s momentum to stroke him to completion. As Luke came with a cry, he dropped his forehead to James’s shoulder. Panting, breathless, he murmured his thanks, before pulling off of James’s cock and collapsing into a grateful sleep.

Happy Release Day!!

It’s here, it’s here! My book is officially out!

 Falling Apart Front Cover 1 29 2015

From the site:

A cowboy meets an up-and-coming rock star and faces his fears of falling in love.

Playboy and up-and-coming rockstar Ryder Sullivan has it all–a band he loves, a career on the rise, and groupies in his bed whenever he wants. Cowboy Billy Cunningham enjoys his quiet life, but something’s missing. Soon he discovers that what’s missing is Ryder. Ryder feels the same way, and is ready to cast off his playboy ways and jump into the deep end with Billy. Can Billy face down his fears, put aside the complications of an eager would-be girlfriend and his pushy mother, and accept that he’s finally falling in love–with a man?

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I’d love to hear what you think!


Tomorrow is release day and I’m beside myself with excitement. As a gift to you, I present Daniel and Mike in a flash fiction knife play story.


“Mike?” Daniel’s voice was dry and cracked in the dark as he reached out across the space separating their beds. “Mike, please.”

For his part, Mike was awake instantly, mind racing, heart pounding. Nothing could wake him up like his little brother calling his name, voice jagged with pain. “Danny? What is it, man?” He reached his arm across the gap and grabbed Daniel’s arm, gripping tight. He rolled over and snapped the light on.

“Mike,” Daniel gasped again, unable to get the words out, pressing a palm to his forehead, eyes screwed shut tight.

“Hey, hey, I gotcha.” His voice was sleep roughened, and his throat felt tight with anxiety. Reluctantly, he released Daniel’s arm and sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and shifting to sit next to his brother.

Daniel rolled over and pushed himself to sitting. His eyes screwed shut, he pressed his other palm to his forehead, holding tight like he thought his brain might explode if he didn’t grip it tightly enough. “I need it, Mike. I need you.”

Mike groaned. He didn’t want to do this, didn’t like to do it. It made him nervous, for so many reasons. But he knew it helped, and he’d do anything for this man. The long silver blade rested in the drawer in the table between the beds, where they always kept it these days, close at hand, just in case. It used to be the one they kept for safety, just to have a weapon close at hand, just in case. Now it was the blade that pierced Daniel’s skin on a rough night. Mike pulled it out.

“Give me your arm.”

Daniel slowly dropped an arm from his forehead, lay it forearm up on his knee. He seemed to be barely able to sit still, every few seconds letting out a small huff of exertion.

“Are you sure?” Mike hated to admit to the tremor he heard in his voice. “You sure you need it tonight? Can’t we do anything else?”

The look Daniel gave him said it all, eyes desperate, wild. “Look, if you’re not gonna —”

Mike held up a hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll do it.” He lifted the knife to Daniel’s bicep and dragged it through the skin gently, almost tenderly. Trailing fingers up, he held Daniel’s elbow, turned his arm so that the tenderest part of the arm was exposed, and pressed the point into the skin.

Daniel gasped and groaned. Mike could see his shoulders slump and his body start to relax.

Blood welled up at the tip and began to flow in a trickle towards Daniel’s elbow. He pressed harder and the blood flowed faster, dragging it up and across Daniel’s bicep, cutting a thin line that split the skin and beckoned blood into the light. Mike watched the blood ooze out of his brother and set the knife on the table, unwilling to admit to the heat pooling in his stomach.

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.


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.