Friday, June 18, 2010

Beg For More

Beg For More
AJ Hardcourt
M/M Contemporary
copyright AJ Hardcourt
Demanding Romance
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Beg For More

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It's late, he's hungry, but Ash Kellen has more on his mind than food. His name is Levi Selvin.
After hours, alone in the office, Ash realizes there is more than lust for work simmering between them.
Once Levi gives him a taste, Ash wants more--even if he has to beg for it.

Excerpt:

Ash's gaze lingered on where Levi's fingers blazed against his skin. His heart pounded. A rush of heat burned through his body and surged into his cock. The moment was still with the exception of Ash's heavy breaths. He slowly lifted his gaze.

"I don't want to make assumptions." Levi's voice quavered.

"I assumed you were married."

"I'm not and never will be." He shifted, sliding his palm onto Ash's thigh.

Ash's cock jumped and swelled. "If you're wondering if I'll lodge a complaint..." A smile tilted his lips. "I'll have to tell you after you kiss me."

Levi groaned, sliding his hand onto Ash's crotch. "I want more than a kiss."

"Your secret is safe with me."

Levi laughed, low and dirty. "I don't think my sexual orientation was much of a secret to anyone but you."

"If I'd known, I'd have thought differently about working after hours."

"Then you're interested?"

Ash chuckled. "Fuck, I've had a hard-on for you for months." Ash closed the space between them. "Kiss me."

Levi groaned and slanted his mouth over Ash's. His lips were soft, but the fierceness of his kiss took the breath from Ash's lungs. Light stubble around Levi's mouth rasped against Ash's lips. Ash braced one hand on Levi's hard muscled chest and with his other he cupped Levi's jaw. He opened his mouth and invited Levi in.

He didn't think about the consequences to their working relationship, didn't think about the regrets he might feel in the morning, all that matter was this moment. They shared experiences of how easy life slipped away and how powerful sliding into desire could feel. Ash wanted Levi, wanted to ease the stress in Levi's life and he wanted to remind him to live. The same way Ash needed reminded.

Tongue slithered along tongue. Ash submitted to the hungry assault of Levi's demanding mouth. He kissed deeper, moaned and shifted his head again. The frenzied mating of tongues intensified. Ash wedged his hands between them and worked at slipping the buttons open on his shirt. Levi growled, ripped the fabric and banded his arms around Ash's naked torso.

Fuck, Levi's was everywhere, thrusting his tongue into Ash's mouth as his hands roamed over Ash's body. He pulled him close, claiming him from mouth to groin. Hard cocks pressed against each other.

"I want more." Levi rested his forehead against Ash's and gasped a breath. "Tell me you want more."

"I want more." Ash kissed him again, desperate for more of the drugging taste of Levi's soft lips yet firm insistent mouth. He was breathless yet surging with energy. Heat radiated from his core and sweat trickled along his spine.

Cold Steel

Cold Steel
Morgan Lee
M/M BDSM
copyright Morgan Lee - June 2010
Demanding Romance

Cold Steel
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Undercover, under arrest and under a hot cop...

To DEA Agent Parker Tate, being cuffed and frisked during a drug bust is part of the job. But when fellow agent, Garret Lamont, does the frisking, his thoughts are more on blowing his partner than his cover.

Excerpt:

Cold steel enclosed his wrists and with a raspy click bound his hands behind his back. He should have been afraid, but this position came with his profession. Large, firm hands slid from his booted ankle to his knee, slowing on the trip up his thigh and stalling at the edge of his ass.

Parker Tate lifted his head from the cool hood of the squad car he was bent over. Chaos reigned fifty feet away. Beams of white light bounced off a barn and nearby trees in competition with the flashing red and yellow ones in the pre-dawn darkness as DEA agents and local police gathered the meth dealers he'd been living with for nearly a month.

"Don't move." The deep voice vibrated against his hip as those hands followed the same pattern along his left leg. They splayed under the curve of his buttocks, thumbs tracing the seam of his crack through his jeans.

Adrenaline pumping through his veins, Parker straightened, only to be shoved back against the hood. "I said not to fucking move, scumbag."

The hard slam nearly knocked the air from his lungs. Then again, he could barely breathe for the tension building in his chest.

Hot breath ruffled the hair near his ear, and there was no mistaking the solid length riding the same spot the cop's thumbs had been. "I'm trying to make this look good."

Between being mashed against the metal beneath him and the bite of his zipper, Parker's cock throbbed. He pushed backward, grinding his ass into Agent Garret Lamont's groin. "It's not going to look good if I fucking come in my jeans."

"Since the night you left, I've thought of nothing but fucking you." Garret hissed, steam visibly clouding the frigid air with every word. "Hard, fast, and without mercy." In a louder voice, he said, "You have the right to remain silent..."

Blood whooshing through his ears, Parker only half listened as his partner read him his rights. It had been a long four weeks, and all the time he'd been worried about how he left Garret. Fuck, if he'd known Garret liked a little kink in his play, he might not have waited so long to come clean.

They hadn't been partners but a couple months when Parker began to suspect the new boy liked cock as much as he did. He'd wanted to act on his suspicions, ached to prove them right. He'd fantasized about how easy it would be to lean across the front seat of their cruiser and plant his mouth over Garret's. How good it would feel to slide his tongue past those full and beckoning lips, to taste the peppermint Garret perpetually sucked. And oh god, to be that peppermint.

Unfortunately, that would have meant revealing his own secrets, and in the good ole boy world of law enforcement, a gay cop wouldn't last long, much less advance. And he'd worked hard to make DEA agent. Parker loved his job. Was damn good at it, too.

But the night he'd left to infiltrate the meth ring, something--maybe the thought of never seeing Garret again--prompted Parker to confront him and he hadn't had time to be subtle. His contact had given him twenty minutes to make a connection--Parker had spilled his guts in five. He'd issued Garret an invitation to become not only his partner in the unit, but in bed. Then he'd jumped out of the car and walked away.

Cyber Lies

Cyber Lies
AJ Hardcourt
Demanding Romance
m/m erotic romance
Cyber Lies

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Blurb: I can be anyone on the Internet. I can lie to get what I want--get who I want. I want Tom, my roommate. As long as he never discovers I'm the one on the other side of the chat, my secrets are safe.

Excerpt:

Meet?

IRL?

Yes.

No.

Why?


How could I answer? I play on the Internet because I don't trust myself IRL--in real life. I'm not trustworthy. If I were, I'd be honest and tell Tom that I'm not really the stranger he believes he met in a chat room two weeks ago. I wasn't truthful--not the way he was. He told me he was divorced, had a little girl in kindergarten, and wasn't looking to get hurt. I told him I wouldn't hurt him, but when he discovers the truth...it's going to hurt.

I didn't lie about everything. I'm twenty-five, have my own business, a tattoo shop, and we live in the same city. And I'm gay. I never sent a photo. I couldn't. Not if I wanted to continue to lie to him, continue to feed my secret desire for him, continue to stroke my cock to his dirty little words while I stared at his online profile. I didn't really need the photo Tom sent me. I know what he looks like. I know how seductive his voice is when he begs me, online of course, in a chat, to suck his cock. I imagine the taste, the hardness, the velvety texture filling my mouth. He wants to fuck me--almost as much as I want him to. And then after our chats, our cyber sex and cyber lies, I pretend I don't know anything when I see him. You see, Tom is my roommate.

Are you there?

Yes.
And my cock is hard, my palms sweaty and my heart pounding.

So?

I can't.

Why? Somewhere in public. You might not like what you see.

Oh, I know I'd like. But...


I stare at the text box, the blinking cursor taunting me to tell Tom who I really am. But with my betrayal I'll lose the only intimate connection I have to Tom. I'm a selfish bastard, a selfish lying bastard.

Syd?

Even though he wrote Syd in the text box, my chat name--another lie--I hear the way my real name rolls off his tongue. Charlie isn't sexy, unless Tom is saying it.

Mutton Hollow Road

Mutton Hollow Road
AJ Hardcourt
m/m BDSM paranormal (vampire)
Mutton Hollow Road
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Jack is lost. Halloween night, in the middle of nowhere, he finds himself at the mercy of the mysterious William. Literally. Dressed in leather and ready to play, Jack submits to William. The BDSM encounter is hot, but William is interested in more than a play. William's pleasure comes with bite.

Excerpt:

William Vladimir paused in his pacing. For the past few hours, he'd toyed with the idea of going out. He needed a distraction, but tonight would be dangerous. Hunting on Halloween presented unpredictable circumstances. Namely children and pranksters. Granted, he hadn't had a trick or treater come to the house in years...thank God.

His keen sense of hearing detected a vehicle stopping on the street then slowly coming up the drive. William stood at the window, cloaked in shadow, and waited. The car stopped. The door opened and a man stepped out.

William swore and a growl rolled from his chest. Black leather chaps with laced sides clung to long, strong thighs. A studded codpiece cloaked the man's cock and scrotum. Defined pectoral muscles sculpted his wide, tanned torso and were caged in a stretched leather and chain upper body harness. Abs bunched and rippled in the cool autumn air. William stared at the steel rings pierced through each flat, beaded nipple and he smiled.

William's normally cold skin heated. The man was fucking incredible. The stranger turned around to glance back at the street. William sucked in sharply. Long chocolate brown hair was slicked back and pulled into a tight ponytail at the base of his neck. Leather bands wrapped the hair every two inches, making a thick cord to the middle of his back. Beyond that, the man's ass was bare.

The man knocked. If he called out trick or treat, William definitely wanted the treat. There was plenty of time for tricks. The night was still young. William opened the door and met with a brilliant smile.

"I'm sorry to bother you," he said. "I seem to be lost and I can't get a cellular signal. You wouldn't happen to have a landline, would you?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't." Electronic pulses caused William headaches. There wasn't a signal tower for a twenty-mile radius. William opened the door wider. "Please come in, there's a chill in the air tonight. You must be cold." After all, the man wasn't covering much of his delicious body with clothing.

"Thank you." He held out his hand. "Jack Alder."

"William Vladimir."

"I'm on my way to a costume party. You wouldn't happen to know where to find 713 Mutton Hollow?" Jack nervously crossed his arms over his chest, causing his biceps to flex. His lips tilted to a half smile. "I'm really not dangerous."

"Perhaps I am," William quietly said, closing the door and silently turned the lock.

Extreme Meet

Extreme Meet
AJ Hardcourt
M/M contemporary
$1.50
Extreme Meet

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Heavy snow is falling and Chris is stuck in Salt Lake City. The airport hotels are booked with stranded travelers. Extreme skier, Kevin Angel, is a local boy who has just won gold. He can get anything he wants--and he wants Chris. Scoring with Chris could be more thrilling than when he scored the gold.

Excerpt:

Kevin returned a few minutes later. "All set." He put on his parka. Standing in front of Chris, their eyes locked. "So did you want to share my room?"

Wrong words to come out of that totally fuckable mouth. It would've been hard -- hard being the perfect word -- enough sitting next to him in uncomfortable airport chair. "Thank you for the offer, but it's okay. I'll endure with the masses."

"Are you sure?" Kevin looked at the clock hanging in the center of the concourse. "There's a football game on tonight. We can pick up a six pack of beer and watch the game and the snow continue to fall in comfort." He sat down in the chair. "You won't find a hotel room and there's speculation the blizzard isn't going to let up anytime soon. We might be stranded for a while."

Chris desperately wanted to take Kevin up on his offer, but didn't feel comfortable accepting. He leaned toward Kevin and lowered his voice. "I'm gay."

Kevin smiled. "I'm glad." His gaze went to Chris' crotch. "It would've sucked if we'd gotten to the hotel and you didn't want to fuck. I'm assuming your hard-on is for me."

Chris heart rate spiked. He swallowed and found his voice. "It is."

"Then let's get out of here."

Chris stood and grabbed hold of his carry-on's handle. He walked beside Kevin to the front of the airport. "Where's your coat?"

"My flight is to LA. I checked it in my luggage. By now, I should be in seventy degree weather, sitting on my back porch, watching the sun set, and sipping a Mojito."

"Where in LA do you live?"

"Hermosa Beach."

Kevin smiled. "We're neighbors. I'm in Manhattan Beach. When I'm not skiing, I'm surfing."

The paper had claimed him as a local celebrity. "I guess I assumed you were on your way out of town, not going home."

"I grew up here, but LA is home."

They walked outside. Strong winds blew the falling snow. The cold pierced Chris' skin like sharp knives, slicing to the core. Thankfully, shuttles to the various hotels lined the curbside.

"We're at the Hilton." Kevin preceded him to the shuttle. Several people already filled the seats. They had to move to the rear.

Chris grabbed an overhead handle and leaned his back against the window. Kevin took off his parka, grabbed the next handle, and stood in front of him. When the shuttle lurched forward, Kevin's ass bumped against Chris' groin. Rather than pulling away, Kevin pressed intimately closer. In the crowded bus it was easy to hide the subtle grind of Chris' cock into the crevice of Kevin's hard, tight glutes. Standing this close, Kevin's cologne drifted to his nose. The smell of mountain air clung to his sweater and his hair. Chris drank in the pleasant combination.

Kevin dropped his arms so that his parka positioned in front of him. Chris heard the unlinking of the metal zipper of Kevin's jeans. His body angled and turned to Chris. "Touch me."

Kevin had to be crazy. The bus was packed with people and Kevin had his tool in his hand beneath the draped parka.

Chris whispered to Kevin. "It's dangerous." There were people standing a foot away.

"Is your heart pounding?"

Chris nodded.

"And you're scared of getting caught?"

"Yes," he hissed.

Kevin altered the position of the parka to now barely conceal Chris' hand. "But you can't help yourself."

Chris' hand inched higher. "No, damn it, I can't." His voice turned husky with the licentious activities. They were in a public vehicle.

"You have to touch me."