Welcome Back Readers!
I'm incredibly excited to announce my newest M/M Contemporary Release!
It's perfect timing for
Extended Excerpt Friday!
Here's an introduction
to His Admirer, which began life as a prompt story on my blog, courtesy of The
Story Orgy, back in 2011!
His
Admirer
Chapter
One
"Battle:
Salmon!" Kenji Fukui had just announced the ingredient in the first ever
Iron Chef battle, when the familiar yet unexpected rap came on my door.
Typically, my traitorous heart pounded and anticipation stirred. It had to be
Gabe, with that silly patterned knock.
I
jumped off the couch and smiled weakly at my sister. "Um…"
She
frowned at me. "Zeke? Is that him? I thought we were gonna hang out
tonight?"
Mindy
and I were hardly dressed for company. She'd been home all summer, and we'd
scarce spent any time together. Tonight was supposed to be for us, we planned
to loaf around at home all evening with back to back episodes of our favorite
campy television program, watching the judges gush over fish gut ice cream, while
eating Ben and Jerry's by the tub.
We'd
planned, plotted, and finagled for this night of twin bonding. Why the hell was
Gabe banging on our door?
"Yeah.
It's him. I…"
She
waved a spoonful of Chunky Monkey in my direction. "Go. See what he wants,
but if you're not back in before the end of the show, I'm going to eat the
Chubby Hubby, too."
Mindy
was great like that. "Thanks, Mindy. I swear, I did not double book on
this night." The little excited pitter patter of my heart wouldn't let me
be too mad at Gabe though. He was a busy guy, and I didn’t see him as often as
I'd like. The habit he'd developed lately of dropping by without notice,
though, bothered me. On the one hand, I considered as I strolled to the front
door, it meant he was comfortable and happy in our relationship, which I had to
see as a plus.
On
the other, expecting me to be home and available without notice struck me as
taking advantage. I didn't care for that at all.
I
pulled open the front door and was assaulted by two completely different types
of heat.
One
was due to the late evening humidity and the high temperatures, but the other
was all Gabe.
Tall,
broad shouldered, thickly muscled, with his brilliant light blue eyes and, ummm,
the scent of hard work clinging to him. The quirky little grin on his lips told
me he'd noted my interest.
"Hey,"
I forced the words past my suddenly dry mouth. A drop of sweat beaded on his
brow and I watched it trickle down his temple and into the faint stubble of his
jaw.
"Hey,
yourself." Gabe leaned forward and my vision blurred as he kissed me. I
might have fallen on my ass if he hadn't held me up with his arm around my
waist.
When
did that happen? I chased his lips for another kiss, savoring the taste of man
and mint and the mingled odors of outdoors and wood and sweat that comprised
Gabe. No fancy cologne had ever done it for me like the natural smells that
clung to Gabe after a day of work.
"Did,
um…" My voice faded as he shifted his focus to nibble at my neck, tugging
aside the neckline of my Dolce and Gabbana tee. It felt so damn good, the nip
and suck of his mouth along my collarbone that I couldn’t even bring myself to
protest the potential ruination of my favorite designer wear. Closing my eyes,
I let the sensations sweep through me, the rough caress of his stubbled jaw on
my skin, the slick glide of his tongue.
"Zeke?
I’m opening the Chubby Hubby!" Mindy hollered from the back of the house,
breaking the fog of lust that had begun to drown me. I pushed gently against
Gabe's chest, shivering a little as the muscles bunched under my touch. He
pulled back and smiled down at me, lips glistening, tempting me to toss aside
the night I'd planned and dive right back into his mouth and the passionate
interlude it promised.
"Did
we have plans?" Was that my voice, so deep and husky? If I could sound
like that all the time, I'd be a radio DJ, not an aspiring chef.
"No,
I finished up an installation at your neighbor around the block's place and
thought I'd stop by on the off chance that you'd be here. When I saw the car in
the drive, I figured I'd stop."
I
was mesmerized by the drops of water gliding down his nose and cheeks, by the
flush on his skin and the sparkle in his eye. That was the only excuse I could
think of for what happened next. Blinded by lust. "Come in. Mindy's here,
but we can go to my room."
The
door swung shut behind him, and he spun me around against the wall for another
kiss. I couldn't help arching up into him, grinding my cock against his thigh
in search of a little relief from the ache of need that had blossomed with the
first sight of him.
"He
gone now?" Mindy shouted again.
"Am
I interrupting?" Gabe whispered against my lips.
I
jerked back to reality with a crash. Gabe stared at me, a little frown between
his brows. I rubbed it away with my thumb. "No," I called back.
"You got your pants on? We're coming back there."
I
grabbed Gabe's hand and half dragged him down the hall to the family room.
"We were just cuddled up back here eating ice cream and watching some Iron
Chef," I explained.
"Okay."
He accepted my assertion, but how would Mindy react?
She
gave me a telling frown when I dragged Gabe into the room behind me. "Hey,
Min. You don't mind if Gabe joins us, do you?"
The
frown vanished to be replaced by a polite smile. "No, come on in."
Mindy swung her bare legs off the couch and dropped the Chunky Monkey container
on the coffee table. "In fact, since you're here to keep my baby brother company,
I think I'll just go on back to my room and make a few phone calls."
"You
don't have to do that, Mindy," I protested. "We only have a few weeks
left before you go back."
She
did that thing I hate where she flips her hair over her shoulder and acts dumb.
"Yeah, but I’ve got to call some people up there and make sure everything
is set for my apartment in the fall."
Having
stripped off his T-shirt, Gabe slipped into the nest of blankets on the sofa
and held an arm out to me. Mindy rolled her eyes and flounced down the hall. I
let go of my disappointment at Mindy's exit and climbed into his lap. Tugging a
blanket over us. Strangely enough, my parents insisted on running the air
conditioning at a consistent seventy-two degrees all summer long, so no matter
how hot it was outside, I always felt a bit of a chill inside. My pop said it
was more economical, and he wasn't one to take into consideration the fact that
I was freezing half the time, so I wore flannel pajama pants and a T-shirt for
this lounge night.
"What
are you watching?" Gabe was staring at the television with an expression
of something akin to horror.
I
glanced at the screen, where Morimoto was hacking the head off a huge salmon.
"Classic Iron Chef. It's fantastic. Have you ever seen it? They make all
this really beautiful food using parts of the ingredient that we'd never use in
America."
"Okay."
Seeing
his lack of enthusiasm, I shrugged and settled myself closer against him.
"It's DVR'ed. If you want to watch something else, the remote is on the
table behind you. I've seen this a million times anyway."
His
sigh of relief jostled me as I rested my cheek against his chest. When Gabe
stretched back to reach behind for the remote, I nuzzled his arm pit, soaking
up the scents of him, feeling my senses reel with the intensity of his
presence. I blew out a breath, and he jerked, grabbing my ass with one hand.
"That
tickles!"
"I
know." I licked a stripe down from his pit to his nipple and set about
amusing myself as he switched the channel to something that sounded like
football. The tangy salt of sweat and the underlying flavor of soap and Gabe's
skin enticed me to continue.
Strong
fingers combed through my hair, holding me in place as I took a lick of a taut
brown nipple.
Sighing,
Gabe pushed me closer, and I knew what he wanted. I sucked the nub into my
mouth, flicked it with my tongue until his fingers clenched and he groaned.
"Your sister?"
"She's
not going to come back out here. That was her not so subtle way of telling me
to get some when she left earlier." I tipped back and dragged my tongue up
his Adam's apple, over his chin to settle my mouth against his again.
I
licked and nibbled and teased until he took over the kiss, pressuring my mouth
apart, crushing our lips together so he could plunge his tongue to the depths
of my mouth. I sucked his tongue, rubbed against it with my own. We strained
together, until I slowly became aware that I was humping against him furiously.
Cock creating a wet spot on my pj's, lungs practically burning from lack of
oxygen.
It
was my turn to pull back, and he nearly refused to let me.
"Wait."
I pushed upright, so I sat astride his lean hips. Thrusting up, he brushed the
ridge of his cock, straining at the zip of his jeans, against my crease.
"Yeah, I want that," I murmured, pulling my T-shirt up over my head
and tossing it to the side. "But I don't have anything in here."
His
eyes nearly crossed, and his grip on my hips tightened. "We can go to your
room, or you can lift off me so I can get my wallet out."
Chapter
Two
I
opted for the fastest means to getting fucked, which as it turned out, required
me to move. I crab walked backward and scooched my flannel pants off. It was
flattering in the extreme that he couldn't seem to take his eyes off me while
he fumbled his jeans down and retrieved a distressed leather wallet from the
back pocket.
Leaning
back against the arm of the couch in my nest of blankets, I spread my thighs,
propping one up over the back of the couch and bracing my other foot on the
floor, so he could get a really good view.
I
stroked my cock and enjoyed the show as my muscular boyfriend stripped away his
boxers and kicked aside the flip flops he wore. His tongue flickered over his
lips, his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. I imagined I could hear the
thrum of blood matching mine, the beat of his heart setting a rhythm.
Leaving
his jeans, shirt, and underwear in a tangle, Gabe opened the wallet and
extracted a condom and a packet of lube. In other circumstances, with another
guy, I might have been annoyed by the arrogance, the presumption that he'd get
lucky.
With
Gabe I was just glad he was prepared and I told him so. "I want you
now."
He
ripped open the packet and rolled on the condom, then he was suddenly there,
big and bold, between my legs, kissing me breathless again until the thundering
of my heart and the rush of blood was the only thing I could hear.
He
pushed my hand out of the way and his slick fingers trailed down my body,
burrowing under my balls and scraping, sensitizing the skin as he worked his
way down to the pucker of my ass. I groaned and pushed into his touch, his skin
was coarse from all the work he did with his hands, and those callouses and
patches of rough skin made for an incredible variety of sensations as he tended
to making me ready.
The
muscles gave under the consistency of his rubbing, the tissue softening, and on
a gasp of breath, his finger slipped inside. I rocked into him, wanting more.
"Hurry," I gasped out as he brushed his finger over my gland sending
a jolt of electric sensation shivering through me.
"Not,
yet," he gritted out between clenched teeth. He withdrew his thrusting
finger and added a second one before pushing back in.
"Fuck!"
I muffled the shout in the blanket, biting down as I strained into his touch.
He
pulled his fingers out and lifted me, hand cupped beneath my buttocks as he
guided his sheathed cock to my hole with other. "Yes," he groaned as
the ring of muscle stretched and allowed him entry.
He
felt huge, filling me so completely as he slid deeper, finally coming to rest.
He stopped there, fully embedded while I caught my breath and adjusted to the
invasion. No matter how often we did this, it always felt new, overwhelmingly,
suffocatingly intense when he was buried so deeply inside me that I could swear
I felt his dick nudging against my heart. "Now," I pleaded as the
sensation of fullness gave way to a need for more.
He
heeded my demand, began moving in and out, at first slowly, then harder and
deeper as I rocked up into his movements. Tension tightened my limbs, what
started out as smooth practiced rhythm devolved into jerky movements and nearly
sobbed breaths as I struggled to draw air into lungs that burned with effort.
His
hand closed on my cock, stroked it with the perfect pressure, thumb rubbing
over the leaking tip, smearing pre-cum down my length to slicken the touch,
digging into the soft head, squeezing me tight in a demanding fist until I
froze, muscles clenched as fire ripped through me. The blast of seed hit high
on my chest, the second filled my belly button, the third trickled over his
stroking hand that never stopped moving until I was flinching away from his
touch on oversensitized skin.
"What
do I do with this?" he drawled, voice raw and satisfied.
And
then I became aware that the world still turned, that he'd stopped moving and
withdrawn from my body while I was lost in the fog of pleasure. "In the
corner under the desk." I dragged myself together, retrieving one limb from
the floor and the other from the sofa back. My muscles protested, settling into
place. Some stretches weren't quite covered in a workout.
What
had been thrilling and sexy as hot aromatic cum was cooling and turning into
sticky itchy goo pulling at my chest hair. Reluctantly I stood and looked
around for the red plaid of my flannel pants. I found them draped over the
coffee table, one leg in a melting tub of Chunky Monkey. Sighing, I pulled on
my pajama pants. "I'm going to clean up. Be right back."
Gabe
smiled vaguely at me and grabbed for his own jeans.
I
ducked into the guest bathroom and washed up with a clean damp washcloth. I'd
take a shower, but somehow, leaving Gabe alone in my living room post coitus
felt wrong. I took the cloth and my soiled pajamas into my own room, because
there are some things my mother just doesn't need to find in the laundry, and
swiftly dressed in cargo shorts and a clean T-shirt.
By
the time I arrived in the living room, Gabe had cleaned up the mess, tossed out
the melted ice cream, and folded the rest of my clothes. The sight of him,
sitting in the La-Z-Boy arm chair we all pitched in to buy my dad for father's
day, watching television, pissed me off.
Don't
ask me why. I had been looking forward to cuddling blissfully on the sofa with
him, but it shouldn’t have been that big a deal. Something inside me snapped,
and anger heated my cheeks. I stalked into the room and grabbed the remote from
his hand.
I
was practically shaking with rage when I stood in front of him. "I'm tired
of being taken for granted."
His
gaze jerked to me from the television and back. I felt a momentary
satisfaction. He looked stunned, but the expression disappeared so quickly I
wasn't sure I'd seen it.
"I
think we need to spend some time apart."
His
gaze didn't waver from the television screen, though his Adam's apple bobbed as
he swallowed. "Okay, Zeke, whatever you want."
I
waited for a moment, but when he didn't say anything else, I clicked the
television off and flung the remote on the sofa. "Let yourself out, why
don't you?"
I
knew as I stormed down the hall to my room that whatever had just happened
didn't make any sense. I tried to reason with myself, but all I ended up doing
was listing a litany of Gabe's offenses and convincing myself that I was better
off alone than with a boyfriend who took me for granted.
And
that was how fast a beautiful relationship could go to shit.
