STORY EXCERPT

“I saw what you did on the team bus.”

“Did you now?” Wearing only a pair of loose boxers, Ryan Stone was slumped on his dorm mattress, cell phone propped against his shoulder, his gaze on a poster listing the rules of Beer Pong. Pulling the phone from his ear, he checked the caller ID again, but it still just said, “TEAMMATE.” Putting the phone back to his ear, Ryan playfully asked, “Who is this?”

“A teammate.”

A teammate with a cream-worthy voice, Ryan thought. As a connoisseur of anything auditory, Ryan knew sexy when he heard it. “Come on, give me a name. Or at least a hint. I don’t recognize your voice.” But the low rumbling was hot as hell. If Ryan had heard this guy talk before, he would have remembered. “At least give me a clue about what bus ride you’re talking about.”

After a long pause, Mr. Sexy Voice said, “The one where you masturbated while listening to Brandon and Derek.”

Ryan almost dropped the phone. “You were watching me?” And he thought he’d been so very careful. Ryan had taken up the entire bench seat behind Brandon and Derek, anticipating they would get freaky. He hadn’t been disappointed. He’d heard some raunchy talk in his life, but nothing like the stuff coming from the bus seat in front of him. Crude didn’t even begin to describe the conversation between two of his Grizzlies teammates.

“I enjoyed watching you very much.” Mr. Sexy Voice sounded like a guy who liked to watch as much as Ryan liked to listen.

“Had I known you were watching, I might have made it more worth your while.” During the bus ride home, Ryan had slumped across the width of the seat with his back against the window and his feet at the end of the bench. Pretty much how he was sitting on his bed now. He’d covered up with a huge winter coat so that he could get his hand down his baggy sweats without anyone seeing. By leaning against the seat back in front of him, Ryan was able to pretend to be asleep while listening to the low conversation between the football team’s quarterback and center.

“I’d like you to make it worth my while now.”

Mr. Sexy Voice wasn’t in the room, but with the compelling power of his voice, he didn’t need to be. Ryan wanted to do anything he said as long as he kept talking. Moreover, the thrill of doing something illicit had Ryan’s cock snapping to attention. “Would you now?”

“Yes,” Mr. Sexy Voice said. “I would.” His low, slow chuckle filled Ryan’s ear then went straight to his dick. “I want you to open your laptop.”

Game for just about anything, Ryan cradled his phone while situating his laptop across his belly. After practically every guy on the team came out of the closet on that fated bus ride, Ryan was dead certain he was indeed talking to a teammate. The burning question was which one. God. All the Grizzlies were beyond fuck-worthy in Ryan’s opinion. He couldn’t really be disappointed.

So, as much as he wanted to know exactly who he was talking to, Ryan also decided to enjoy the mystery. Listening turned Ryan on. That’s why that bus ride would be forever burned into his mind. He’d heard everything Brandon and Derek had said. Rough commands, dirty stories, erotic torment—all of it ended in a mind-blowing orgasm for the three of them. Hell, it sounded like this guy had gotten off, too, and that would make four of them.

“I want you to enter this ISP address.” Mr. Sexy Voice reeled off a series of numbers and dots.

Ryan entered the numeric string into the laptop. “What am I looking at?” All he saw was black.

“My camera is off, but I want you to turn yours on.”

Grinning, Ryan activated his webcam and waved at the little black smudge at the top of his open computer. “Can you see me?”

“Yes.” Mr. Sexy Voice paused. “Place the laptop on the table beside you. Angle the cover down so I can see your cock.”

It was as if this man knew Ryan had narratophilia. Nothing in the world turned him on like listening to dirty words, crude stories, or other people having sex. To have any one of those things delivered by a man with the voice of a god was pushing Ryan into orbit. In fact, he was so high he was in orbit around a totally different planet.

“Can you see me now?” Ryan asked, hoping he got the angle right. He waved his hand in front of his boxer-clad cock.

“Yes.” Long pause. “Now, I want you to think back to that bus ride. Do you remember how you sat there quietly masturbating to what Derek did to Brandon?”

“Fuck yeah.” Best stroke talk he’d ever heard. And with his kink, Ryan had heard a lot. “I’ve been masturbating nonstop to what those two did since I got back”

“Would you like me to do that to you?”

“You mean talk to me the way Derek talked to Brandon on the bus?” Ryan’s eyebrow rose. Whacking off like that would definitely be just about the kinkiest thing he’d ever done.

“Yes. I want to command you,” Mr. Sexy Voice answered.

Ryan considered. On that bus ride, platinum-blond surfer boy Derek erotically tormented the quarterback, Brandon, who was tall, dark, and handsome with the pale skin of a vampire. It was West Coast meets East Coast wrapped up in dirty leather kink. And now a man who embodied Ryan’s ultimate fantasy wanted to expand on that kink with his own unique twist.

“I’m all yours, Mr. Sexy Voice.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“Ah, fuck.” Ryan almost lost it right then and there. “Let me come.”

“No.” There was no mercy in Phillip’s voice, only self-assured mastery, which only made Ryan more crazed. “I want you to make a fist.”

“I already have.”

“You’re angry. Good. That should make you even more determined to do what I say so you can climax.”

“Just tell me what to do.” Like usual, a split second after he spoke Ryan realized how rude what he’d said sounded. Softening his tone, Ryan whispered, “Please. Tell me what to do, Phillip. Please.”

“You are indeed a quick study.”

“I’m learning.”

“Place your fist right on the tip of your delicious cock.”

Ryan did as instructed. All the pre-cum slicked around his clenched fingers.

“Slowly lift your hips. I want to watch you fuck your fist.”

Rather than doing his usual fast and furious hand motions, Phillip had him rising up. Unique, and totally hot. Ryan tried to lift himself up with finesse, but his hunger made his movements jerky and uncoordinated.

“Picture your cock going into the tightest ass you’ve ever felt.”

“Ah, fuck.” Ryan didn’t think he was going to last longer than one stroke.

“Sweet, hot, dangerously tight.” Phillip paused. “And all slick from your pre-cum.”

If Ryan were a cartoon, his dick would have exploded. He’d never been so turned on. If Phillip told him to fling open the window and scream a series of vulgar words, Ryan would do it without hesitation. Right now he swore he’d do anything to climax. His balls throbbed, his muscles ached, and he was going to make his lips bleed if he didn’t stop chewing on them.

“My gorgeous hunk wants to come so badly, doesn’t he?”

Ryan nodded until he remembered that Phillip could see his dick, not his face. “Yes. Please. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” Phillip asked archly. “I do like the sound of that. Right now I want you to keep sliding your cock into your fist.” After a moment of watching him comply, Phillip sighed. “That’s perfect. Fuck your fist for me while I imagine I’m fucking your ass.”  

Every muscle in his body was taut, helping to lift him up so he could pump into his clenched hand. As the crown pushed through the top, Ryan uttered a low growl. When Phillip echoed the sound, Ryan jerked up, shoving his cock out the top of his fist.

“You are glorious.” 

“I can’t—I can’t hold back any more.” Cycling every boring trivia fact through his mind wasn’t going to delay this orgasm.

Phillip let fly a string of dirty words.

Ryan reacted by fucking his fist as fast as he could. Sweat poured off his body as he thrust up. In his fury, Ryan bounced the tiny twin bed under his massive frame. Whoever lived below him no doubt heard the entire thing lifting up and slamming down into the floor.