Crawling Into Bed With
S.L. Armstrong, K. Piet,
And a Good Book
1. *crawls across bed* Important things
first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
[S.L.] Cotton. Silk is too
hot! Cotton, though, is breathable and soft and just perfect for a snuggle.
[K.] Cotton is also
convenient if we plan to make a bit of a mess, too, if you know what I mean.
*blinks* Ohhh... I"m all for cotton! What are you
wearing?
[S.L.] Boxer shorts and an
oversized shirt. I like to be comfortable.
[K.] Boy briefs and a tank top.
I might have stolen your shirt or sweater if I’ve gotten chilly, though, even
if it’s three sizes too big.
*chuckles* Help yourself! What are we
snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
[S.L.] Buttered popcorn and a
bottle of water. I’m all for popcorn. Great all-time snack food.
[K.] There will always be
some chocolate within reach. Be a sweety and feed me one of those Lindor
truffles? ^_-
*opens box of chocolates* If I open this
nightstand drawer, what will I find?
[S.L.] Lots of medicine
bottles, nail files, nail clippers, and my favorite toy. ;)
[K.] Clean socks, a couple
books, and my small but effective toy collection.
*blushes* Nosy, aren't I? Do you roll up in
the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
[S.L.] Kick them off.
Usually, I start out all nice and toasty, rolled up tight, but by the time I
wake up, those covers are practically on the floor.
[K.] Roll up, though
typically not so tightly that I steal the covers completely.
We'll need extra blankets then! Cause I like to roll up as well. Can I put my cold
feet on your calves to warm them up?
[S.L.] My feet tend to be the
coldest! Turnabout is fair play. I’ll warm yours if you warm mine. :D
[K.] If you’re prepared to
hear me shout and curse a bit while making cute faces, then go ahead and take
advantage of my heat. If you decide to team up on me with S.L., though, I swear
I’ll find a way to get even!
*Grins* The thought never occurred to me. *nudges S.L. lightly* What are we
reading?
[S.L.] I’d be all for
snuggling down and reading Catalyst.
It’s still my favorite book, and despite its darker themes, I think it’s an
awesome love story.
[K.] And this is why you’d be
crawling into bed with the both of us, since Catalyst would be my first pick as well. If the BDSM of Catalyst is a little too much for you,
though, we can switch to Other Side of
Night: Bastian & Riley. Who doesn’t love college boy romance with a
healthy helping of vampires? :D
Those both sound awesome, to tell you the truth. I'm a sucker for a happy ending.
Excerpt from Catalyst by S.L. Armstrong & K.
Piet:
Logan grabbed Kasper's hand and pulled him off the bar stool and across
the short distance to the closet. Kasper's heart began to race, and he was sure
Logan could feel his pulse pounding his hand. He swallowed against the sudden
dryness of his throat. "What we've done so... so far..."
"It's just the tip of the iceberg, Kasper," Logan grinned,
opening the door of his walk-in closet and turning on the light.
Stepping into the closet, Kasper's heart fluttered at what was presented
to him. Whips, canes, cuffs, manacles, all manner of phalluses, and some things
he couldn't remotely recognize. His voice was breathy when he managed, "I
can see why you're still stuck in a shoebox apartment."
Logan smirked, and Kasper could feel those eyes on him as he took a step
inside the trove of erotic devices. "Have to find a neighborhood where no
one cares if they hear a few screams through the walls."
Kasper let out a shaky breath. "You planning on making me scream
tonight?"
"Yeah, I am," Logan whispered into his ear, standing so close
behind him that he could feel the man's body heat. "And I know what I'll
do now, just based on what's drawn your attention in here."
A shiver ran the length of Kasper's spine, and his cock hardened beneath
the fabric of his slacks. "Oh? And what's drawn my attention?"
"The floggers and the plugs, for starters," Logan chuckled.
"Especially the larger plugs. It's a bit early to use the cock jewelry,
but you're curious, and I like that. We'll get to sounds and the cane before
you know it."
Kasper thought he'd simply come in his slacks then and there, his eyes
falling to one of the plugs sitting atop a dresser in the closet. Wide and
somewhat longer than the other, pitch black and shiny, it made his ass
literally twitch. He moaned softly, closing his eyes as he felt too hot in his
clothing, but the image of the plug was burned into his mind.
Logan's body finally pressed against his, and he felt the man's hands
follow the waistline of his slacks to the front. His belt was slowly unbuckled
and removed, and he let out a shuddering breath. Logan didn't have to say a
word to get him out of the closet. Instead, he was pulled into the main room by
his own belt. He turned around in the circle of the belt and Logan's arms, and
the lust-darkened eyes that stared through him froze him in place.
"Your safewords are simple:
banana to slow, apple to stop completely. Now strip and get on the bed."
Kasper swallowed thickly, his head feeling light. He'd thought there
would be more to it. A dipping of his toes into the waters, but Logan just
shoved him in. It was as intoxicating as it was terrifying. He stepped away
from Logan, but the dark eyes followed his every move. Kasper was not ashamed
of his body, and it wasn't like Logan hadn't had his chance to use it
thoroughly already, so he quickly undressed. He folded each article of clothing
and set it aside, and when he was naked, he climbed atop the bed.
Among the mussed sheets, he knelt, turning his eyes expectantly to
Logan. His cock bobbed wetly, his cheeks and chest flushed with anticipation
and need. God help him, he wanted this, whatever it was.
"Fuck, you're hot, kneeling there, waiting for me to fill you, to
hurt you, to make you scream for me." Logan continued to stare as he
stripped off his shirt and jeans and tossed them to the laundry basket in the
corner. He kept his underwear on, but the thin layer of cotton did nothing to
hide just how aroused Logan was already.
Kasper found himself looking away from Logan, a slight sense of shame filling
him. Yes, he did want Logan to hurt him. He wanted to scream for the man,
writhe in agony as he came. It was still too new, too strange for him to fully
comprehend yet. His cock twitched with his heartbeat, a bead of fluid gathering
in the tip. "I... don't know what to do," he admitted.
"That hasn't stopped you before," Logan pointed out, stepping
up to the edge of the bed. He took Kasper's chin in his hand with a wicked
smile. "Just do what I tell you. Always answer my questions. Don't worry
about staying silent. Enjoy what I do to you, and if you want me to stop, you
know your safewords." With that, Logan pulled him into a deep kiss.
It wasn't like their other kisses. The others had always had an edge of
command to them, but Kasper had felt free to refuse. This time, he felt refusal
was absolutely unacceptable. Not that he'd refused Logan before, and he had the
sure, sinking sensation he'd not refuse him in the future, either. For better
or worse, he had been captured by Logan, and there was no escaping for him now.
(You can purchase a copy of Catalyst
HERE from Storm
Moon Press.)
Excerpt from Other Side of Night: Bastian & Riley
by S.L. Armstrong & K. Piet:
"You look like a man in need of a serious
vacation."
Bastian looked up, his heart beating quickly as he
took in the sight of Riley. Riley, tall and beautiful and there. Late, but
there, a rueful smile curving his luscious mouth. "Like I said, it's been
a long month," he choked out.
"Has it?" Riley sat down, tucking his book
bag under his chair. "I wouldn't know. You didn't call."
"I'm sorry." Bastian had drunk a good
amount of the cow's blood from his fridge before heading out, and he was only
sort of surprised to feel his cheeks heat slightly with a flush. It had been
too long since he'd last felt himself blush. "I really am. I wanted to
call, but shit came up and I... didn't know how to explain the changes in my
life to you."
"Changes? Did you knock a girl up? Decide you
weren't gay? Get married?" Riley ordered his tea latte, and then turned
sharp, bright eyes on him. "Come on, Bastian, what was it? Food poisoning?
Cut off a finger? Lose your scholarship?"
Bastian shook his head. "Okay, maybe not as dire
as anything like that, but..."
"But what?"
How was he supposed to explain this? Should he
explain it? They hadn't even gone out on their first date! Before he announced
he was pretty sure he was a vampire, they should have at least managed three
dates, right? Bastian sighed. "I just got really hung up on some of my
classes while coming down with something. If I wasn't studying, I was in bed.
I'm sorry I canceled last minute on you. Do you think we could try again?"
Riley eyed him, sipping his tea. "You going to
be sick Sunday night?"
Bastian felt a hesitant smile tug at the corners of
his lips. "No."
"You want to try that dinner and a movie thing
again?"
"Yes." Bastian tried to be cool about, not
seem too eager, but Riley's soft laugh told him he'd failed. "Yes, I want
to try it again. I really, really want to."
Riley smiled, that bright and beautiful expression
that lit up his face. "Good, 'cause I want to, too." The smile faded
a little. "Don't do that again. Call me back. I was worried as hell."
Bastian shifted his chair over and laced his fingers
with Riley's. It was natural, easy and comfortable. His smile was more
reserved, hiding his new teeth as much as he could. "I can't say it
enough. I'm sorry. It was thoughtless–"
"Yes."
"And rude–"
"Yes."
"And–"
Riley pressed a finger to Bastian's lips.
"Yes." He leaned in, his eyes darting to Bastian's lips for a moment
before his finger slid away, over his chin and down his throat. "As much
as I'd like hear you beg for forgiveness the rest of the evening, I think
you've done enough. You screwed up. Don't do it again, 'kay?"
Bastian nodded, and he knew what they were going to
do. He knew he shouldn't, he knew he should wait, but Riley was there, so
close, and he smelled so damn good. Bastian leaned a little closer and
murmured, "I want to kiss you."
"You want to?" Riley's eyes
sparkled. "Wanting is such an unpleasant state to be in."
Bastian couldn't help the laugh that filled his
throat. "It is. I think it's time to remedy it."
(You can purchase
a copy of
Other Side of Night: Bastian
& Riley HERE from Storm Moon Press.)
