First, I’d
like to thank Pamela for having me at her blog! Very awesome, thank you. My new
gay erotic romance novel is out! To read the first 10% of my new release, click
on the Smashwords purchase link at the bottom of the naughty excerpt!
The Ideal Side of Life
By Blak Rayne
‘Imperfect,
but inescapably a love worth saving.’
Self-made
entrepreneur Stephen Pritchard was given a second chance at life and love when
he met Carson. However, as of late, their marriage has been anything, but
ideal. Aside from the usual occupational hazards and Carson’s inability to
communicate emotionally, Stephen’s learned marriage to a police officer,
especially an attractive one, comes at a price.
While
shopping in the city, Stephen and Carson unexpectedly run into Stephen’s former
college buddy Dudley Kramer. During the conversation, Dudley insists they
attend an upcoming party at the art gallery he owns. Believing the invitation
to be harmless, Stephen convinces Carson to go. But part way through the
evening, he realizes Dudley’s developed an unhealthy liking for his husband and
the party isn’t as it appears. Illegal drugs and partner swapping isn’t
something Stephen bargained for, and neither is the chain of events that
follow. Disenchantment over the past, arguments, and a near fatal car accident
suddenly puts his life into perspective.
Excerpt:
(adult)
Later that night, subsequent to the consumption of a
homemade seafood dinner that consisted of stuffed cannelloni and a Caesar
salad, we decided to hit the hay early. We’d both had a long day.
Carson stripped, tossed his clothes in the hamper, and
flopped out on his stomach, bunching a pillow between his head and arms. After
the mattress stopped bouncing and he’d found his comfort zone, he muttered
drowsily, “Can you cover me with the sheet?”
“Sure.”
Ogling his ass, I removed my tie; no matter the temperature, he always slept in
the nude. As for my preference, I was a pussy; anything below sixty-five
degrees and I wore pajamas. Grabbing a corner of the blanket, I separated the
gray linen sheet from underneath and draped it over him.
“Thanks,
baby.” He yawned, hugging the pillow tighter.
“You’re
welcome.” Removing my shirt, I dropped it on the chair. Then I kicked off my
shoes and unclasped my belt buckle. I couldn’t wait another second—the smooth,
muscular curve of his ass under the thin sheet and the way he lay with his legs
spread; he was begging to be molested. Crouching like a tiger, I moved in
silence toward my target and the edge of the bed, preparing to pounce.
“If
you’re going to fuck me, do it quick before I fall asleep.”
“Oh come on!” I exclaimed loudly, throwing
both hands up. “How did you know? What—do you have eyes in the back of your
head?”
“I
didn’t know,” he murmured, shooting a weary glance over his shoulder. “Other
than you’re taking too long to undress.”
“You
know you’re a frustrating man. Every time I try to be sneaky, you ruin it.”
Snuggling
the pillow again, his chuckling was muffled. “That’s because you couldn’t sneak
if someone paid you. You’re too obvious.”
“I’m
not obvious.”
“You
are. The whole point of sneaking around is to avoid getting caught.”
“Why
thank you for that useless tidbit of information.” Sitting down hard on the
bed, I pulled off a pant leg and caught the other on my heel. “Now I know I’d
be a lousy jewel thief.” I frowned in disgust, tossing my pants with the
intention they’d land on the chair, but they hit it instead and slid to carpet.
A dreary sigh seeped from my lips. I was too damned lazy to pick them up.
“Don’t
get upset.”
“I’m
not.”
The
bed shifted and when I looked, he’d switched around to lie on his back. The
sheet did little to hide his thick erection that lay slightly bent against his
left thigh. The image triggered a glorious memory of Greece...and the beach.
God, we needed to fuck—no romance, just a good old-fashioned fuck.
“I
ruined your fun, I’m sorry. How about I pretend you’re not here?” He bent an
arm over his eyes, sliding toward the end of the bed, and sank into the
bedding, getting more comfortable. “How about something like this?”
When
he’d moved, the top sheet had fallen away completely and his muscular torso
blanketed in soft, dirty-blond hair appeared. Taking a moment to admire his
body, I didn’t readily answer. My cock started to swell.
“Baby,
are you still there…?” he asked, the apprehension lingering in his words.
Pressing
my hand into the bed, I got down low and put the head of his cock in my mouth
and sucked, the tangy mix of perspiration and urine sharp on my tongue. He
grunted, rutting his hips, and I dug the tip into his slit. He grunted louder,
and I suckled then mouthed his balls, one after the other. Working my tongue
farther down, I pried his buttocks apart, digging my chin in while moistening
his perineum and rimming his hole to a sloppy wet. His reaction was
instantaneous; he grinned and his cheeks flushed scarlet. Putting my other hand
flat on the mattress to brace my upper torso, I inched a tad higher and kissed
the trail of tapering, curly pubic hair to his belly button, his erection
rubbing floppily under my chin. Letting the moisture from my lips caress his
stomach to chest, his flesh became dappled in goose bumps and his nipples
hardened to tiny pebbles. I flicked and nibbled on the right then switched to
nip the left. When I’d finished revving him up to a satisfactory level of
arousal, I reached in the nightstand drawer, felt around for the bottle of lube
then shook it and squeezed a little onto my open palm.
After
I’d made my cock slick, I slid two lubed fingers along the tightening crease of
his sac to his hole, and carefully inserted them. His thighs spread wider and
he groaned. I played for a while, gentle then rough, ramming deep. When his
groans transformed to harsh growls of uncontrolled pleasure, I knew he was
teetering on the threshold. Kissing his throat, I removed my fingers, settled
on top of him, touching his cock with mine.
“Just
do me, baby,” he urged, slapping the right side of my ass, then squeezed. “I
want to feel you.”
Rising
above him for a split second, I glanced down to guide my shaft. Carson tensed
somewhat, pinching his buttocks against the intrusion. But once I penetrated as
deeply as possible, he relaxed, melting into a curve, and embraced me.
Normally,
I was a great deal calmer, a regular Casanova, but that night I wanted straight
ecstasy—to get off as fast as possible. Moving strongly, in and out, I breathed
harder and faster. Our bare, sweat-coated skin slapped on contact. Minutes in,
we both grunted and an extreme heat almost flash-burned my stomach. We’d both
blown our loads simultaneously and his spunk had made a trail up my chest.
Putting his hands to my back, he hugged my upper body and I fell onto the bed
with him.
“I
love you.” He kissed me everywhere excitedly, pushed me backward into the
comforter, pinioned my wrists above my head, and lifted a dense, muscular leg
to straddle my lap. “Now it’s my turn.”
“Huh,”
I gasped, trying to catch my breath and wits. I was dazed, enjoying the
fleeting tingle of euphoria.
While
maintaining his vice like grip on my wrists, Carson snatched the tissue box
from the nightstand. He fumbled with it, yanking out the white squares. “I’m
going to make love to you,” he said, wiping us both clean with the massive wad.
Then he stuffed the used tissues inside the empty box and tossed it over his
shoulder.
The
lust ended with Carson sleeping soundly while spooning me, and me thinking
about what the notary had said. I have no idea why the living wills came to
mind. After the jungle sex, I should’ve been exhausted and collapsed into a
peaceful nothingness. But I couldn’t. I lay there for over an hour, staring
into the dark, contemplating everything from our anniversary and Christmas, to
what breed of dog I preferred, and whether I should purchase Carson a newer
vehicle. Then I awoke to the alarm clock beeping.
While
Carson was at work, I assembled the targets I’d bought for practice in the
backyard. Robin Hood. Eat your heart
out! Life was uneventful, for the most part. Then, something weird
happened, causing a chain of events to unravel that put my fortitude to the
test and altered our life together as a couple forever.
Blak Rayne