Can't Let Go

STORY EXCERPT

“Yeah, I need to clean up first,” he said. “I’m glad I keep a couple of changes of clothes here now.”

Greenly chuckled. “Do something for me?”

“What?”

“Leave the pants off and come sit on the blanket and have dinner with me,” he said. “I locked the door, and there is no one to disturb us anyway. Everyone was leaving since there’s a severe thunderstorm forecast.”

Thomas stared at him. He wasn’t above a little risk taking, but he couldn’t risk allowing stronger intimacy to develop between them. “I was asked to work the Peter Lightly case,” he said, hoping the change of subject would shut this down. He knew where it was going, and he didn’t want to go there.

“And you declined,” he responded dryly.

“I accepted. I want you to second chair,” Thomas said with a smile.

Greenly backed away. “Before I left, I tried to tell you I needed more, but you cut me off and now you’re changing the subject.”

“I think we should just keep things simple,” Thomas said, dreading the next words. He couldn’t commit to Greenly. They both knew he’d end up married to a woman. He preferred men, craved them, but didn’t know if he could come out of the closet like his brother had. Besides that it was more or less illegal to be openly gay in the True Psy Community.

“I can’t go on just keeping things loose,” he said. “I’m not asking you to acknowledge you’re mine in front of your family or any other True Psy. All I’m asking is that you commit to me without regret and admit you’re mine in Separatist circles.”

“You’ll break it off with me if I don’t agree to any of that,” he said in a hard tone. “I don’t like ultimatums.” That’s the way his parents did things. It was all about manipulation and control.

Thomas crossed his arms over his chest as he stared back at the man just staring at him with unreadable eyes. He didn’t mind negotiations or power plays, but he didn’t want them with this man. This was his safe place, his sanctuary.

“It’s a fact, Thom, a truth, not a threat,” Greenly assured him quietly. “I’m tired of being single and going home alone. I want to give my love to someone and have him love me back.”

“How can you stand here and tell me you’re falling in love with me?” he demanded. “It’s wrecking everything.” Anger and fear dueled inside him, fear came away bruised and battered. Greenly had no right to ask him to give up the life he’d grown accustomed to.

Greenly cupped his face. “I know that,” he admitted gently. “If you don’t want to give me a chance to show you I can be a good partner, then tell me now. Don’t keep me hanging on because I’m the only one who knows your secret and won’t tell.”

Thomas’s anger crumbled. “Gr—” Thomas looked away, his mind working furiously. He’d known this day would come. He had just hoped he’d be ready to tell the man to walk away. Instead, the very thought of saying those words cut him up inside like tiny shards of glass. He paced away from him, combing his fingers through his hair. Damn it.

“Greenly—”He shook his head helplessly.

“The ball is in your court,” Greenly said softly.

“You know if I say yes, it will only be a temporary fix,” Thomas admitted. “One day I’ll have to marry a woman.”

Greenly nodded. “I guess I have my answer,” he said and started to back away. “I’ll take my basket and go.”

“Why do you have to be this way?” Anguish washed over him and threatened to drown him. “Why can’t you just stay?”

“If I do, it’ll only prolong the inevitable,” Greenly answered. “I’ll see you around, Thomas.”

“I—” Thomas started again staring at Greenly, whose gaze was expectant. His cell phone’s soft ring cut him off this time. But what had he been going to say? Hell, he was tangled up in knots that had him pulled tight with tension. He wanted to beg him to stay. The words were on the tip of his tongue but there was no way he could agree to what Greenly had just asked.

The phone rang again more insistently this time, and he ripped it from the holster at his hip. He brought the smartphone up, and the display revealed his mother’s number.

“You’re late,” Greenly stated. “Go meet your future wife or candidate number fifty.” He turned and strode across the room to get his basket.

ADULT EXCERPT

Greenly pushed his hands beneath the tiny tank to rake Thomas’s skin lightly then more firmly. Greenly loved the way Thomas arched into him like a graceful little wave. Thomas’s kisses were demanding, biting kisses that made his blood pressure soar.

Greenly groaned as Thomas stroked his erection against his very swollen and aching dick. He was sure he would explode in his pants from the little gyrations.

Thomas broke the kiss and gave him a wicked little grin. “Still kicking, I see,” he teased and then lowered his head to trail kisses over Greenly’s chest. He pushed the fabric of his shirt open wide to bite one nipple, swirl his tongue over it, and then bite it again before turning his attention to the neglected little point. His teeth grazed it, his tongue stabbed at it, and he laved over it before sucking it. At the same time, he pinched the other nipple hard.

Greenly groaned roughly as he got lost in the sensual assault. He pushed his hand down the curve of Thomas’s small ass and gave it a light whack.

Thomas nipped his nipple harder, and Greenly hissed softly. Thomas lifted his head, kissed him lightly, and then sank down to the floor between Greenly’s thighs. He undid the button of his khaki pants then dragged the zipper down its track slowly. He gave Greenly a teasing smile as he pulled the straining erection from its confines.

He closed his fingers around the wide girth. He blew over the tip, and then lowered his head to swirl his tongue slowly around the tip. “Tastes good enough to suck.” He lowered his head to do just that.

Greenly’s hips tensed, and he fought the urge to drive up into Thomas’s sweet, hot mouth. “Damn,” he growled. “Thom. Suck it, baby. Suck my dick harder.”

Thomas did just that, using his hand to work the flesh unattended to by his mouth. Greenly drove his fingers into Thomas’s hair, pushing his head down and pulling it back.

“Baby, yeah.” He gritted his teeth as the pleasure tore at his balls and ran up his spine. “Thom.” He hissed hard when Thomas sucked him deeper.

Thomas lifted his head and looked up at his lover. Breathing uneasily, Thomas got to his feet, holding Greenly’s gaze. He pushed the tiny panty down his slim muscular thighs and let it slide down to his ankles.

Greenly leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lower belly and then kissed a trail to his stiffly jutting cock. He closed his lips around the head. “Mmm.” He sank his mouth low on the thick flesh and raised it again, only to lower it, taking Thomas to his balls.

“Ahh!” It came out a ragged sound.

Greenly’s hands slid down Thomas’s sides to his thighs as his head bobbed up and down. They glided back up to cup his ass. He stroked long, lean fingers down the part and let a fingertip play over the tight rosette hidden between the globes.

* * * *

Thomas threw his head back and propped one foot on the couch next to Greenly and buried on hand in his hair. His hips jerked forward of their own accord as he began to fuck Greenly’s lips in shallow strokes.

“Oh, yeah,” Thomas moaned. “God, I love the way you suck me.” He groaned as fingertip penetrated the tight cavity.

“Lube’s between the cushions, get it,” Greenly commanded telepathically.

“My telekinesis is so damned weak, yet you always want me to do that.”

“Bitch. Moan. Just do it.”

Thomas looked down and saw the edge of a tube sticking up. He focused on it, and the tube floated up into the air. He bent forward to grab it as it started to fall again. He flipped the cap, noticing it smelled different. He brought it to his nose for a closer olfactory inspection. He picked up a hint of cinnamon and clove. They were stimulants to increase pleasure. There was something else that he couldn’t pick up.

Greenly slipped the tube from his fingers and squeezed the warm gel down the crack of his ass. Thomas couldn’t help but groan as the tingling sensation triggered something inside him.

Greenly worked his finger around the tight anus before pushing his finger in past the guardian ring of muscle, and Thomas gasped as the sensation of pleasure rocked through him. The oil was increasing his pleasure with each movement of Greenly’s finger.

“Ohhh.”

Greenly pushed his finger deeper and ran his tongue around the crown of Thomas’s dick before sucking the swollen head into his mouth. His head bobbed up and down as his finger pushed in and out of Thomas’s ass rhythmically.

Thomas groaned, fucking into Greenly’s mouth as he tightened his fingers in his hair. He pushed back against his finger, allowing the pleasure to take him over. The heat of arousal clawed at him, bringing him quickly undone. He was going to come any second, just one more thrust into Greenly’s mouth, and he’d—what?

Greenly gave him a tight smile as he pulled Thomas onto his lap. “I need you, babe.”

Thomas straddled him, and claimed his mouth. It was a searing kiss that left them both breathless and clinging to each other.

Thomas broke the kiss, hungering for a rougher intimacy, so he reached down between the cushions, felt around, and came up with the condoms. He tore one off while Greenly kissed along his neck to his throat.

“If you don’t stop distracting me, Tide, you’re giving it to me bareback,” he threatened, his voice rough with arousal.

Greenly’s response was a light slap on Thomas’s ass.

Danger and Seduction

STORY EXCERPT

“A hard body brushed against his left side at the same time a melodious wave washed over him, telling him the man who’d come up beside him was a telepath. He was strong but not a Principal, for Principal telepaths gave off a less musical sound. Kinsey curiously turned his head and his indigo gaze collided with warm, chocolate eyes that made his little heart skip a beat and his mouth go dry as a bone.

Son of a bitch.

That was the last thing he needed or expected to happen with his nerves slightly on edge tonight. The man was gorgeous with a sharp angular jaw and long lashes fringing those smolderingly hot eyes.

“Excuse me, man,” Atienne said and Kinsey watched those full lips move, thinking of slow kisses and cold nights. “Skipper, I need a beer.” The man looked away as he spoke.

“Coming up, baby,” he called back.

Kinsey’s gaze slid shamelessly down the long, lean form leaning carelessly against the bar next to him. He drank in the powerful line of his back, down to the tight ass smoothing out to long legs. This is a man who worked out and took pride in his body, he thought, bringing his gaze up to the back of the stranger’s neck to lick over the smooth, light chocolate of his skin.

Yum!

There was nothing like a black man’s hard body and chocolate skin. ’Course, one of the things he loved best about them was that they came in so many different shades of chocolate and brown sugar. He loved the way most of them wore their hair too and this man was no exception, with his black hair cut short and well edged with a curly texture.

“Here ya go,” Skipper said, and set a glass of soda on the bar along with a bottle of beer. “I hope you got a ride.” He cocked a brow at Atienne.

“It’s only my second,” Atienne retorted as he turned his gaze on the man sitting to his left. “Buy you a drink?”

“I’ve got one,” Kinsey answered, meeting his gaze.

“Put it on my tab, Skipper,” he said to the bartender, who nodded before moving away.

“Thanks,” Kinsey said, giving him a tentative smile. He had to keep things easy. He couldn’t take unnecessary risks no matter how cute the guy was.

“Here alone?” Atienne asked, and brought his beer to his lips.

Kinsey’s eyes followed, and he found himself licking his bottom lip, pretending he was swiping his tongue slowly over the full lower lip of Mr. Sexy-Chocolate-Eyes. Their gazes met over the end of the bottle, and he caught his breath at the flash of hunger that briefly danced in the man’s eyes. His skin heated, and his arousal gripped him in a hold strong enough to startle him. It wasn’t just the physical reaction that gave him pause, it was that odd feeling stroking down his spine, making his stomach tight and his palms dampen as if he were on the verge of a precipice of something new.

“I–uh–I am for the moment.” Kinsey was surprised at how breathless his voice came out and how disconcerted the man left him.

“Really?” Atienne leaned toward him, resting his elbow on the bar.

Kinsey nodded, not trusting his voice. It had been too long since he’d met a man who got him twisted up inside.

Atienne caught a strand of silky hair. “You’re a pretty boy,” he said, his voice pitched low.

He shrugged. “Thanks.” He allowed himself to lean just slightly forward. There was something about this stranger that drew him unlike any other man he’d ever known, but he had to be cautious, take his time. He had so little of it to play with it would be best to get the most of it—safely.

“If you were my boy, I’d never allow you to come to a place like this without me,” Atienne murmured.

“Why not?” The man didn’t strike him as insecure enough to try to cage his lover.

Atienne’s gaze stroked slowly down his seated form and Kinsey felt exposed in spite of being fully dressed. “You’re too damned good-looking, that’s why, and I’d never trust any of the dominants here not to hit on you left and right. As a matter of fact, I can see plenty of eyes cutting their way over here hoping I get up and leave, so they can sit down next to you.”

Kinsey shrugged one shoulder as he looked sideways at the other man. “You don’t strike me as insecure.”

Atienne laughed, picked up his beer, took a healthy swig, and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. “I’m not, gorgeous. I am a little territorial. I don’t share well,” he explained at Kinsey’s frown.

“Sounds like a recipe for disaster.” Kinsey’s eyes darted past Atienne before he turned his head to look toward the door. A meeting in public had been a bad idea and everything told him that not even meeting this hottie, the dance that left him alive, and the feeling of freedom were going to change the course of his evening.

Atienne tugged on his hair hard enough to draw his gaze back to his at the same time, distracting Kinsey from his fears that the Separatists had changed their minds. “Don’t.”

“Too bad you can’t make up your mind whether you want me or one of the others in the room,” Atienne retorted coolly and picked up his beer. “Have a good time.” He gave him a nod and was about to start forward when the slighter form blocked his path.

ADULT EXCERPT

Atienne shifted on the bed but didn’t take his hand from his pants. “Come in.”

Kinsey opened the door and dim lamplight poured out to greet him. Atienne stared at him standing there clad in a T-shirt that fit loosely over his chest and barely fell to cover his lean thighs. The prick in his hand seemed to get harder as his imagination wondered what was beneath that shirt.

Kinsey’s gaze dropped to his hand, and Atienne unashamedly splayed his legs a little wider. He watched his expression tighten in lust.

“Did you want something?” he asked, moving his hand on his cock.

Kinsey brought his eyes back up to meet Atienne’s and brushed his hair over his shoulder before he started forward. Atienne had to give him credit. He was certainly keeping his cool. His pretty eyes were expressive and telling, letting him know the man knew what he’d walked in on and wasn’t about to run away.

“I was wondering what time we were getting started in the morning,” he said calmly, though his gaze darted to Atienne’s tented pants.

“Five. We can get out before it gets too light,” he answered.

“Sounds okay,” Kinsey said. “Will the safe house be stocked or will we have to stop for food?”

“They’re stocking it tonight.” Atienne groaned softly, and he watched Kinsey’s chest fall a little more sharply.

 Kinsey licked his lips before saying, “You want some help with that?”

The lust suffusing Kinsey’s face had him saying, “Grab the condoms and lube from the dresser.”

Kinsey grabbed them and dropped them on the nightstand before he crawled onto the bed and straddled him. He played his hands over Atienne’s chest, scraping at the flesh lightly with his moderately long nails. He swept his hair to one side and tilted his head to allow the strands to trail over Atienne’s chest.

Silky. Soft.

“Ahh.” He groaned as sharp teeth scraped over his nipple and nimble fingers pinched the other.

Kinsey’s tongue speared the flat disc and then circled it before his hot mouth closed over it. His tongue flicked at the nipple and then he lifted his head to give Atienne a salacious look from beneath his lashes. Atienne’s lips spread in a slow grin and Kinsey’s head lowered, but his eyes remained on Atienne’s. He swiped his tongue over the nipple his fingers had been pinching.

“Wicked baby,” he murmured and pushed his fingers into Kinsey’s soft hair. “Play with me.”

Kinsey swirled his tongue around the tiny point of nipple before sucking at it and then swiping it again. His teeth scraped over it and then he sucked it once more before kissing his way down. He planted wet kisses on the flat plane of Atienne’s stomach down to the waistband of his sweatpants. With both hands, he peeled them.

“That’s a big head. Looks like it hurts.”

“Maybe you should kiss it and make it better,” Atienne rasped out.

Kinsey shifted and then lowered his head to run his tongue around the crown. Atienne hissed and Kinsey took the tip between his lips and sucked. Atienne’s hips jerked reflexively but his hold on his cock kept it from sinking too deep into Kinsey’s moist mouth.

“Fuck, ohhh! Kinsey, turn around,” he ordered. “I want your ass facing me.”

Kinsey lifted his head and Atienne helped him turn so Atienne had a good view of Kinsey’s ass. Kinsey was next to him on the bed while leaning between Atienne’s thighs. Atienne pulled the T-shirt up and found the man’s ass was covered by a pair of black fuck-me briefs that bared the firm cheeks of his ass tantalizingly.

He just loved a pair of booty briefs on a man. His hand stroked over one globe as Kinsey’s mouth closed over the head of his cock. “Suck it, Kinsey. Suck my dick.” His voice was a little rough as arousal poured through him.

Kinsey’s fingers closed around the thick erection, and his head moved up and down as he sucked and licked the thick veins running along the shaft. Atienne groaned roughly, getting lost in the sensual assault on his cock.

“Feels so good, Kinsey,” he said. “Suck me harder, sexy boy.”

Kinsey tightened the suction of his mouth and his cheeks hollowed as he sucked and used his hand to work the flesh of Atienne’s dick.

“Oh, Gods.” He hissed softly. Kinsey’s hands were almost soft on his inner thigh as he stroked him. That tactile touch was an intimacy he missed and it made his body come even more alive.

Atienne slapped Kinsey’s ass lightly. “I knew your mouth would be better than my hand,” he admitted, and then peeled Kinsey’s briefs back, baring his globes fully to stroke his hand over them. He gave one cheek a hard slap and the warm honey skin began to blush. He squeezed the globe and slapped it harder. “Your ass is so fine, Kinsey. I got hard watching you work it on the dance floor.”

Kinsey took him deeper and lifted his head. “Is that what you were fantasizing about when I came in? Me dancing?”

“You were dancing all right.” His lips tipped in a grin, and he reached for the lube. “You were about to give me a lap dance.”

“I see,” Kinsey lowered his head, took one last swipe of Atienne’s cock and quickly tugged the sweat pants down and off before moving onto his lap.”

“Damn it, boy,” Atienne muttered.

“Patience.” He tugged his T-shirt over his head and tossed it away.