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When it comes to sex, street hooker Sasha is a guy to die for. His blow jobs are things of legend, his thing is guaranteed to make you blow. Everybody wants him. But few can afford him. So when mysterious, magnetic and immortal Kyan offers 5K for one night, Sasha ditches semi-regular and, as it turns out, very jealous, Tanner for a night he‘ll never forget. In more ways than one.
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Chapter One asha turned off the bustling main artery of Morris and headed down the intersecting avenue that eventually curved around to a darkened side street. Poised on the edge of the river valley, the two-block stretch of unsavorylooking buildings included a dilapidated and defunct college, a tattoo and piercings parlor and Woody‘s—one of the city‘s less popular gay bars. Sasha had only been there twice and both times, he‘d left alone. The guys that frequented the place were mostly twinks and bears— neither was his type. However, the ones that cruised the obscure boulevard, slowly circling the block in their shiny European cars, most definitely were. With little exception, they were clean, well dressed, hotter than hell both in looks and in the sack, and most important of all, rich as Rockefeller. They had to be if they wanted Sasha. His rates started at $300, and that was just for a blow job. While a few clients initially balked at
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the cost before they got down to business, they all, red-faced and stupefied, silently and shakily forked over the dough afterward, never questioning his staggering price tag again. If there was one thing Sasha knew, it was how to give good head. Mind you, he had many other exceptional talents, and if a customer had deep enough pockets, he could discover every single one of them. And keep coming…back for more. Stopping under a streetlamp, Sasha lit a cigarette, cupping his hand around the match‘s flame as a gust of wind came up. It was a breezy night and the nip in the air chilled the rippled plain of his bare torso and hardened his nipples, the former sexily showcased beneath a black bomber jacket that perfectly matched the color of his short hair and sunglasses. He always wore sunglasses at night. ―Hey, baby, when you gonna quit wasting your time with those Porsche-driving pussies you like so much and let me ride your ass like Zorro?‖ Squinting as he exhaled a cloud of smoke, Sasha turned in the direction of the effeminate voice. He couldn‘t suppress a slight smile at the sight of Dallas strutting toward him. Fellow stud 2
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and a diehard regular of Woody‘s, the tall, lanky black man was decked out in the most flamboyant outfit imaginable. That was not unusual. In fact, Dallas often wore getups that baffled the imagination. And defied description. This night, however, his sense of style was somewhat subdued. Despite the chill, he wore a skintight, cherry red wife beater in chiffon to show off his pierced nipples, matching snakeskin boots, a black and red velvet cowboy hat, and black leather chaps over a leatherette jock strap. Sasha coolly arched one eyebrow. ―Who’s gonna ride who?‖ Dallas playfully slapped at Sasha‘s arm. ―Oooooh, you naughty thing! Listen, honey, I don‘t care who sticks it in first, let‘s just get busy!‖ Sasha chuckled, his full lips parting to reveal flawless, super-white teeth. ―Ah, Dallas, you kill me.‖ Dallas sidled up closer and slung a skinny arm around Sasha‘s shoulders. ―Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, that‘s what I‘m talking about. I want to kill you, baby, kill you with kindness— you, and that big ol‘ cock of yours.‖ Sasha glanced at him out of the corner of his 3
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eye. ―How would you know what size it is?‖ Dallas pursed his lips and shrugged. ―Word gets ‗round. Besides, I do have eyes.‖ His gaze floated down and locked on Sasha‘s well-packed crotch. ―Yes, sirree. Mine eyes have seen the glory! Lemme tell you something, I‘ve been around, you know, and I ain‘t never seen such a mouthwatering package in my life. Makes me wanna fall to my knees, you know what I‘m saying?‖ ―Yeah, yeah, I know.‖ Sasha laughed, taking one last drag of his smoke. He‘d known Dallas for three years, and in all that time, Dallas had never failed to hit on him whenever they met. And it was always in the same manner—a playful invitation extended in a teasing tone, that nevertheless bore an undercurrent of sincere want. It would be child‘s play to hook up with him, but Sasha wasn‘t game. He wasn‘t the least bit attracted to Dallas and besides, it had been ages since Sasha had had sex for his own pleasure. Then again, making a wad of cash for letting some guy suck his dick, or vice versa, was pretty gratifying in its own right. Letting the butt fall to the ground, he crushed it out with the heel of his biker boot as he turned to walk away. ―I gotta go.‖ 4
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Dallas gave him a lighthearted shove. ―Yeah, alright. You keep safe now, ya hear?‖ Without looking back, Sasha lifted a hand in acknowledgment as he crossed the road. The public sidewalk in front of the club was now rife with bodies, most of which had come out for a smoke or, ironically, to get some fresh air. Here and there a few pairs were making out, hotly kissing and fondling one another, the muffled thumpa-thumpa beat from beyond the building‘s black doors adding an eroticallycharged soundtrack to the scene. Watching the action from across the way, Sasha leaned against the wrought-iron railing that ran down the length of the street. There was always an air of jubilation at Woody‘s that made every night feel like New Year‘s Eve. Tonight was no different. Sasha stood well apart from the boisterous throng—and not just in terms of location. He wasn‘t in the mood to party. Hadn‘t been for some time. The life was starting to get him down and for the first time in a long while, Sasha wanted out. But to do what? And with whom? Glancing to the left, he watched as a black Audi rounded the corner and inched cautiously 5
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down the street. Sasha didn‘t need to look twice to know who was inside. Robert Tanner. They all knew Tanner. A semi-regular client of Sasha‘s—if you could call three times semiregular—the short, chubby and married magazine mogul with a receding hairline and a pockmarked face left a lot to be desired in the way of looks. And likes. He always wanted it rough, real rough, and he had the off-putting tendency to cry when he came. But his shortcomings did not include a cheap streak. He was always prepared to fork over the bucks for a good fuck, and more unusually, to tip, and tip handsomely, saying, I always reward good service. One could say that Tanner‘s wallet was as fat as he was. Sasha could always count on a prosperous pay packet with the publishing tycoon. Regardless, he hid a wince as the car came to a full stop opposite him and the shaded window on the passenger side slid down. ―What‘s up?‖ Tanner leaned across the leather seat and peered out. Sasha shrugged and glanced away. ―Nothing.‖ ―I can change that.‖ 6
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Sasha looked back at Tanner. The man was smiling. Strike that. Smirking. Tanner liked to toss out these quick little one-liners that he thought were both cool and hot. But they weren‘t. Actually, they made Sasha want to puke. He stared at the uneven row of teeth, his gaze moving up to the sheen of sweat glistening on Tanner‘s forehead. From time to time it took everything Sasha had to get hard for a job—get hard and stay hard. Clearly, this was going to be one of those times. His heart was never into it, though one or both of his heads usually were. But tonight with Tanner? No part of him was up to the task. ―Well?‖ Tanner taunted. ―Are you coming?‖ Only if a miracle happens. Then one did. ―He‘s busy.‖ Sasha‘s cock stirred at the cool breath that had brushed his ear. Turning toward the low voice, his eyebrows shot skyward. The guy was standing right beside him. A seasoned child of the street, Sasha‘s sixth sense was well honed. He always made a point of knowing who was around him. In actuality, he‘d only been caught off guard once—and he still had the scar to prove it. The fact that this 7
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guy had materialized out of nowhere and waltzed right up to Sasha without attracting his attention was downright unnerving. Even more unsettling though, was the guy himself. He was—what was the word? Oh yeah. Perfect. The flawless skin of his chiseled, handsome face practically glimmered under the streetlights, its extraordinarily pale color making his streaky blond hair look dark by comparison. His eyes were the lightest shade of green imaginable—a romance writer would call it sea foam—and when his eyes locked with Sasha‘s, the whole world grew so still Sasha could feel his own heartbeat as it pounded, hard and fast, in his ears. And his cock. No worries about getting it up for ol’ Tanner now. Tanner stretched further across the seat and squinting at the modelesque figure, gawked out the window, his exaggerated, gaping mouth giving him a buck-toothed look. ―What are you? His fucking secretary?‖ ―You‘re half-right.‖ Sasha was still staring at the guy. Not that he had a choice. Truth be told, he couldn‘t tear his eyes off him. His seal-grey Armani suit rode the 8
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sensuous border between a tight and relaxed fit—allowing just enough room for the fabric to move easily and fall right but close enough to highlight his frame by hugging his broad shoulders and clinging ever so slightly to his muscular thighs. Beneath it, Sasha could just imagine the way in which the ivory silk shirt barely grazed his skin. The light from the moon glinted off the set of keys loosely clasped in his left hand, distracting Sasha for a second. When he looked into the guy‘s eyes again, a hard knowing look passed between them—a heated, unspoken exchange that said only one thing. I want to fuck you. Despite the mounting pressure in his crotch, Sasha couldn‘t completely ignore his curiosity. He had never experienced such a strong and immediate reaction to a total stranger and a part of him wanted to know why. But right now only one question mattered. ―Where‘s your car?‖ The guy smiled. Sasha bit his lip. Hard. The overwhelming, charismatic power of his grin had just about made Sasha come. As if he knew what he‘d done, the guy gave Sasha a wink, then made a little motion with his head. 9
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―Follow me.‖ Sasha fell in step beside him, ignoring Tanner‘s indignant cries of ―Hey!‖ and ―What the hell?‖ as they walked away. ―Friend of yours?‖ the guy asked when they were out of earshot. ―Not even close.‖ They walked in silence, backtracking over Sasha‘s earlier route along the side street and turning onto the avenue. A few blocks before they hit the main thoroughfare, the guy stopped at a little red Italian job parked along the curb and unlocked the doors with his remote. ―This a Ferrari?‖ ―Maserati,‖ he nodded. ―Get in.‖ Sasha admired how easily the guy slide into the driver‘s seat. He himself had difficulty getting into place, first hitting his head as he climbed in, then struggling to cram his long legs into the passenger side of the low, compact sports car. The guy didn‘t seem to notice. Sliding the keys into the ignition, he fired up the engine that broke into a purr before flicking on the headlights and reaching for the gearshift. Sasha shifted uncomfortably, prickles of apprehension dancing down his spine. Things were moving a little too fast with too little 10
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information exchanged—namely the what, where and how much. ―Wait a minute.‖ The guy looked at him expectantly. ―Where are we going?‖ ―My place.‖ ―Where‘s that?‖ ―The penthouse at Century Park.‖ Sasha let out a low whistle. The dinky 10,000 square-foot condos in the uber-rich high-rise started at half a million. Given the guy‘s digs, the next question was partially superfluous. Clearly he could afford Sasha and his list of services a hundred times over, but he was more than a little interested in finding out what the guy was into. ―Whatcha after?‖ ―A Triple. All night.‖ Sasha could feel the guy‘s gaze burning into the side of his face as he purposefully averted his eyes and stared at his feet pressed hard into the floor mat. The first request was doable. Rare. But doable. He‘d done it only once and it had been for a young john tripped out on cocaine with a post-ejaculation springboard of a cock. On the street Sasha frequented, the nearly mythical Triple was also known as the pluck, suck & fuck. In essence, it was a hand job, followed by a blowjob, then intercourse—each 11
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one resulting in orgasm. Most johns, and tricks for that matter, preferred only one of the three. They didn‘t have the patience or desire for the down time between fluffings. But the second request? Unheardof. The occasional male could shoot his wad three times in one night, but if this guy wanted him for the whole night, the suggestion was he would want a Triple more than once. Sasha glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. ―The Triple‘s not a problem. But I can‘t do an all-nighter.‖ ―Why not?‖ Sasha didn‘t answer right away, mostly because he didn‘t know how. Before he could decide on a correct response, the guy forced the issue. ―Is it the money? I‘ll give you five grand if you stay until dawn.‖ Sasha‘s jaw dropped. That was five times his going price for the sexual trio of tricks. Sasha‘s spine started to tingle again. Something felt wrong. ―What‘s the deal?‖ ―What do you mean?‖ ―You a cop?‖ The guy laughed, a throaty, cascading ripple of sound that made Sasha‘s balls twitch. ―Far from it.‖ 12
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―Then what gives?‖ ―What do you mean?‖ ―Just…I‘ve never seen you down here before.‖ ―I‘m new in town.‖ ―And what? You thought you‘d try slumming it for a night? See how the other half lives?‖ Grimacing, Sasha turned his head and looked out the window, surprised this guy had aroused more than lust in him. As he watched a couple of drunken frat boys try to talk their way into the club on the corner, Sasha felt an age-old, longtime-buried shame flare up. Sure, he was the cream of the crop, but that didn‘t count for a whole lot when the crop was nothing more than a bunch of whores. Deep down, he was better than that. He knew it, but really hated it when his johns didn‘t. The guy‘s silken voice soothingly stroked his tension. ―You don‘t understand. I‘ve chosen you above all the others.‖ Sasha looked at him, envisioning his competition on the street. ―That‘s not saying much.‖ The guy shook his head, a trace of sadness darkening his beautiful features. ―You‘re not hearing me. I didn‘t mean just to fuck. And not 13
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only here, in this city. But all over.‖ The look on Sasha‘s face was a blend of confusion and skepticism. ―What are you talking about?‖ The guy once more fixed his piercing pale eyes on Sasha. ―I‘ve searched the world for someone like you.‖ Okay, this is weird. But even as the words formed in Sasha‘s mind, he couldn‘t look away, couldn‘t break the spell. All Sasha knew was that he‘d never felt so drawn to another living soul before, the entreating, magnetic hold of the guy‘s gaze making him dizzy and breathless. He opened his mouth to say I’m outta here, but in the time it took the thought to travel from his brain to his lips, the statement turned into a question. ―Who are you anyway?‖ ―My name‘s Kyan.‖ Resigned, he shook his head, his head spinning with bewilderment and intrigue. ―I‘m Sasha.‖ The guy flashed one of his hard-on-producing smiles. ―I know.‖ ****
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Tanner was pissed with a capital P. Or hurt. He couldn‘t decide which. He‘d been seeing Sasha for a few weeks now and had swapped cum with him on more than one occasion. That had to account for something. After all, if Sasha hadn‘t wanted him, Tanner doubted the hot heartthrob would have agreed to a second date. Then a third. No, there was no misreading the signals. The feeling was definitely mutual. But then what was that bullshit about earlier? Why had Sasha turned on his heel and taken off with that fucking pasty-faced fashion victim? Maybe he was trying to test Tanner, like, gauge his sincerity. Or maybe Sasha was trying to make him jealous, see if the sight of him heading off for a fuck with someone else would make Tanner see red. Whether or not that was his intention, Tanner‘s face did turn crimson at the thought. With a grunt, he rubbed his swollen cock through his polyester pants, his shaft swiftly jerking in response to the rough pressure of his hand. Sasha always had that effect on him. Even from a distance. He had from the first moment Tanner saw him. Tonight was no different. 15
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Except now, left high and dry, he was forced to go to Plan B. Making a swift U-turn, he pulled up in front of Woody‘s and flagged down Taylor, a cute albeit anemic-looking twink who was sprawled over the steps to the club‘s entrance. He‘d seen the kid working the area many times before. He wasn‘t really a kid, more than likely twenty-five if he was a day, but he had that perpetual prepubescent look about him. What with his skinny torso and carrot red hair, he was a far cry from Sasha. But to get rid of the throbbing knot in Tanner‘s crotch, the trick would do. ―Busy?‖ he half-yelled out the window. Taylor looked at him drowsily. He was either bored or stoned. Probably both. ―No.‖ ―You are now.‖ Moving at a snail‘s pace, Taylor hauled his scrawny shape into an upright position and ambled, sloth-like around the front of the vehicle. Once inside, he made a half-assed attempt at conversation. ―Howz it going?‖ Tanner didn‘t answer. Flooring it, he squealed down to the end of the street and burned onto the avenue before taking the first left into a darkened alley. Halfway down, he cut the lights, then the engine. Unfazed, Taylor 16
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regarded him from beneath heavy eyelids. ―So, what‘ll be?‖ Tanner had his fat engorged cock out of his pants before you could say lickety-split. ―Suck it.‖ Taylor didn‘t budge. ―Let‘s see the green.‖ Tanner pulled out his wallet and tossed a fifty-dollar bill on the seat. Crumpling the fifty in one hand, Taylor twisted toward him and bent down. As Tanner felt hot lips close around his aching shaft and watched the flaming red head begin to bob up and down, he leaned back and closed his eyes. And thought of Sasha.
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Chapter Two asha stood looking out one of the many full-
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―Turn off your cell. I don‘t want any distractions.‖ ―How did you know I…‖ ―Ssssh.‖ Kyan slowly reached around and placed a long slender finger against Sasha‘s mouth. With a little laugh, Sasha dug into his jacket pocket and switched the phone off before returning his attention to Kyan. Only a couple inches taller than him, Kyan tilted his head to the left and lazily kissed the curve of Sasha‘s neck. His mesmerizing eyes held Sasha‘s gaze as his right hand came around the other side and cupped Sasha‘s crotch. ―My thoughts exactly,‖ he murmured as he gave Sasha‘s sac a little squeeze. Sasha felt his cock jerk. So did Kyan. He smiled knowingly, the grin showcasing the brilliantly pointed tips of his eyeteeth. Never taking his eyes from Sasha‘s face, Kyan leisurely wound his tongue into Sasha‘s ear as he snapped the button on Sasha‘s pants and undid his fly. Hauling out his already rigid cock, Kyan began rubbing Sasha‘s shaft very purposefully with sharp tight strokes that, elongating his shank and constricting his knob, 19
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were clearly designed to make him come. And come hard. Sucking in air, Sasha threw his head back into the crook between Kyan‘s shoulder and neck and stared open-mouthed at the ceiling as he involuntarily pushed his pelvis forward. Reaching behind them both, Sasha roughly grabbed hold of Kyan‘s hips, his fingers digging into the soft fabric of his pants. What the fuck? Kyan sure knew how to push his buttons. And how. The heat and friction and expert tug and torque of his hand on Sasha‘s by-now jerking cock was so good. But the uncharacteristic lack of control Sasha felt was not. Uneasy with the forced sense of surrender, he began to twist out of Kyan‘s one-armed hold, but Kyan‘s left arm reached across Sasha‘s chest to his right shoulder, locking him in a vise-like grip. ―Uh-uh,‖ he murmured as he kicked Sasha‘s feet further apart. ―I‘m the customer and the customer‘s always right. And right now? I want to watch you come.‖ Lifting his left hand to Sasha‘s right jaw, Kyan directed his face around, his warm moist lips 20
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coming down hard on Sasha‘s mouth. With a muffled moan, Sasha shuddered as Kyan‘s tongue drove deep inside to passionately encircle his tongue over and over again, the powerful pull of his lips teasing and tormenting Sasha more each moment. For a split second, another wave of discomfort coursed through him. Sasha wasn‘t into kissing his clients. In fact, he couldn‘t even remember the last time he‘d swapped spit with a paying customer. But the feel of Kyan‘s mouth on his was turning him on so fucking much he didn‘t care. Feverishly he returned the kiss, his mouth and tongue perfectly mimicking the movements of Kyan‘s lips and tongue, his teeth digging hard into Kyan‘s lips. Hungry to touch him more, Sasha stretched even further back so that his fingers were able to knead the firm globes of Kyan‘s ass. Beneath the fine fabric, his butt was hard, toned, ideal for licking. With a shudder, Sasha imagined tonguing that smooth flesh, spreading those perfect cheeks and rimming the tight hole in between. The thought alone pushed him closer to the edge. All the while Kyan continued to pump Sasha‘s cock harder and faster, the slapping sound of the steady flesh-on21
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flesh stroking the only other sound in the room apart from the gusts of breath that blew out frequent and fast from Sasha‘s nostrils. Suddenly stiffening, Sasha tore his mouth from Kyan‘s lips, his head once more falling back against Kyan‘s shoulder. Grimacing, he let out a winded grunt. ―Yeah.‖ The whispered word into Sasha‘s ear was followed by Kyan‘s tongue. Seconds later, a violent blast of cum splattered the window. Closing his eyes and shuddering, Sasha moaned as Kyan held him steady and milked his cock good, his hand relentlessly, expertly moving to ensure that each subsequent blistering jet was larger and more forceful than the last. **** Kyan smiled inwardly. Rapture-ridden, Sasha didn‘t feel the dual slashes on his throat, didn‘t detect the change in the forceful pull of Kyan‘s lips on his skin. He distantly associated the dizzying near-blackout with the mother of all orgasms he was having. So far gone, Sasha didn‘t even notice the strange metallic taste on Kyan‘s tongue when he Frenched him again, or 22
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the jolt of energy and lust it created as he swallowed the warm liquid copper that poured into his mouth again and again. The world swirled around him as he simultaneously emptied and refilled two of his life forces for what felt like an eternity. **** After Kyan pulled his lips away and Sasha shook with a couple of full body post-ejaculation twitches, Sasha opened his eyes and looked down. That‘s when he knew something was up. Literally. Despite having just shot undoubtedly the biggest wad of his life, his cock was fuller and harder than ever. Dumbfounded, he turned and looked at Kyan. ―Come on,‖ he said with a smile. Wiping a smear of red from his mouth with the back of his hand, he motioned to Sasha. ―Let‘s get more comfortable.‖ Sasha watched Kyan saunter across the room and disappear around the corner. After a long moment, he followed him. **** 23
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Dallas was getting the fuck of his life by some bubble-butted bodybuilder. The Conan lookalike was drilling his hefty cock into Dallas‘s ass with such force that Dallas was getting a kind of reverse whiplash. But you know what they say…no pain no gain. And to think it almost didn‘t happen… Hours earlier, after downing an eclectic selection of shooters in between busting a move on the overcrowded dance floor and indulging in some pretty passionate tonsil swabbing in the can, he and Mr. Universe struck a deal and headed for the hills. But once at the big guy‘s around-the-corner apartment, a red flag was thrown on the play…apparently the musclehead was into bare backing. Or how did he put it? He‘d rather stick pins in his eyes then wear a condom. Dallas didn‘t even flinch. He‘d encountered the type before and he knew exactly what to do. Kneeling between the guy‘s massive thighs, Dallas swiftly unzipped his pants and lugged out his thick pole. Stuffing it into his hot mouth, he proceeded to blow him beautifully, sliding his full fleshy lips up and down the shaft of his 24
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cock and sucking its head with a vengeance. After a mere couple of minutes, Dallas pulled the guy‘s dick from his mouth and regarded his work. The dusty-rose colored leathery sac that held his balls, shrunken compliments of extensive steroid use, had drawn up tight against the base of his cock in a telltale lock and load position. The shaft had thickened and was now ropey with bulging veins that visibly pulsed with the steady rush of blood. But the icing on the cake was at the top. The head of the guy‘s cock was so swollen, it looked nearly painful. Crimson in color, slick as satin, and smeared with droplets of pre-cum, it was clear that the glistening globe only need a few more sucks before it exploded. Hehehe. ―Sorry,‖ Dallas said, rising to his feet. ―I‘d really love to finish this, but unfortunately, my policy is no rubber, no lover.‖ That resolved the discussion promptly. The guy had a sheik on his shaft in a heartbeat. And now they were fucking like rabbits. Really big rabbits. Dallas was on fire, every inch of his body scorching with stimulation and tension. Hell, he was even hearing music—a slow, lowdown, 25
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super funky bass line that, looping over and over again, seemed to personify the heavy hulking thrusts into his ass. It took three full repetitions of the musical vamp before Dallas realized it was the ringtone on his cell—an old funk tune by Johnny Guitar Watson called— appropriately enough—Ain’t That A Real Mother For Ya. ―Leave it,‖ the guy grunted from behind, his fingers digging harder into Dallas‘s hips as, holding Dallas steady, he increased the speed of his pounding assault. One ring. Two. Three. Shit. Dallas hadn‘t initialized his voice message. Whoever wanted to get hold of him, wanted him bad. Nobody ever wanted him bad. Except physically. And then, they wouldn‘t persist with what, eight, nine, ten rings now? Dallas couldn‘t take it. ―Hang on,‖ he panted, pulling away. He frowned at the feel of the guy‘s thick dick yanking out of him as he scrambled to the end of the couch and picked up the phone on the end table. ―This better be important,‖ he gasped. ―It is,‖ Taylor said. ―I got fucked up tonight.‖ ―Shit man! You get fucked up every night. 26
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You called to tell me that?‖ Taylor‘s voice was softer than usual. Weak. Weird. ―Nah, not drugs. I‘m in trouble, Dallas.‖ A shaky breath came down the line. ―I got…messed up by a trick.‖ Dallas‘s back stiffened. ―Where are you?‖ ―The hospital.‖ **** Sasha rounded the corner and stood for a long minute, letting his eyes adjust to the dim lighting. Eventually the room began to take shape. Not that there was all that much to see. A series of modern black and platinum wall sconces cast a warm glow about the rectangular space that was completely bare except for a mirrored closet that ran the length of the far wall. Apart from that, there was only the humongous circular bed that, by default, was the focal point of the room. Hastily strewn on the floor were Kyan‘s expensive suit and shirt as well as pair of black boxers and sleek Italian loafers. Kyan himself was lounging partially prone, naked, in the center of the spherical mattress, his super pale skin almost luminous in 27
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the faint light, his impressive erection thick and inviting as it curved up over the broad, flat plain of his pelvis. He gave Sasha a smile that made Sasha‘s cock, still protruding from between the teeth of his zipper, twitch. His bottom lip was still smeared with blood. Sasha motioned. ―Sorry ‗bout that. Guess I got a little carried away.‖ Kyan‘s smile deepened. ―Come here.‖ Sasha hesitated only a couple of seconds, but apparently it was one second too long for Kyan. Before Sasha knew what hit him, Kyan sprang up, ripped Sasha‘s clothes from his body as easy and fast as snatching a piece of tissue from the box, and pushed him onto the bed. Easing first one, then the other knee onto the edge of the bed, Kyan leaned down and, with his hands on the mattress, crept forward, stalker-like, on all fours toward Sasha‘s sprawled body. Sasha laughed a little, bowled over my Kyan‘s predatory approach. ―What? You gonna attack me?‖ Kyan‘s eyes flashed with a strange light as the slightest hint of a smile lifted one corner of his mouth. ―You got it.‖ In a sudden blur of movement that baffled Sasha, he was jerked up and whipped around 28
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onto his hands and knees, with Kyan kneeling behind him. Pushing Sasha‘s shoulders to the mattress, Kyan grabbed hold of Sasha‘s ass and, jerking it higher, spread his butt cheeks wide apart. Holding him secure, Kyan began rimming Sasha, alternately encircling and probing his puckered hole with his tongue, occasionally stretching down to first lick, then delicately suck his dangling sac before returning to the hub in the crinkled crack behind them. Sasha moaned loudly into the mattress. Twisting his head to one side, he let out a sharp breath, his fingers gripping hard to gather up the black satin sheets beneath his hands. The steady heat and pressure in and around his rectum was sending stabs of sensation through his entire body, sensations that intensified dramatically when Kyan sucked his balls. And man did he know how. Taking one fleshy orb into his mouth at a time, Kyan exerted just the right amount of pressure to fucking send Sasha without crossing the line into discomfort, his cheeks pulling in close around the dense globe in between persistent looping laps of his tongue. After giving each sphere individual attention, Kyan then took both of Sasha‘s balls into his mouth 29
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and recommenced his suck and swab routine. The warm breaths from Kyan‘s nose, pressed into the smooth area between Sasha‘s balls and butt hole, raised gooseflesh all over his body. What came next though was even more mind blowing. Sasha shuddered uncontrollably as Kyan inserted a finger deep into Sasha‘s rectum, flexing his knuckle a few times before stretching his finger out and twisting it from side to side as he slowly thrust in and out. But that wasn‘t all. Reaching around the front of Sasha‘s body with his other hand, Kyan closed a tight fist around Sasha‘s stiff cock and roughly jerked him off. Or almost did. Kyan‘s cum radar must have gone off, for right before Sasha exploded, he abandoned Sasha‘s balls and withdrew his finger. Flipping him over, Kyan then devoured Sasha‘s pulsing cock, sucking the entire stiff length into his mouth with an intensity that bordered on painful. Sasha‘s body immediately jerked and quaked with the rhythmical force of his ejaculation, his torso drawn nearly vertical with each powerful contraction. Delirious, Sasha abruptly screamed at a sudden blistering whitehot ricochet of pain that originated in his shaft 30
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and shot to every nerve ending in his body—his hair was scorching, his eyeballs burned, his calves cramped and his anus clenched. He could feel the double-edged-sword of the sizzling sensation everywhere. Doubling over Kyan‘s head, Sasha clawed at his back, caught somewhere in the abyss between pain and pleasure. Right behind the pain was the strangely heightened sensation of his semen pumping hot and heavy up from his contracting balls, shooting down the length of his vibrating shaft and exploding in one blistering spray after another from the ultrasensitive head of his cock. The force and volume of each ferocious spurt shook Sasha like never before, the duration of the ejaculation seeming to stretch out indefinitely. When Sasha‘s over-the-top orgasm finally wound down, Kyan kissed his way up Sasha‘s trembling torso to once more cover Sasha‘s lips with his own and fill his mouth with that strange earthy flavor that made Sasha forget everything but the bliss. And just like before, when Kyan pulled away and smiled, Sasha‘s cock sprung up, harder and fuller than before. Panting, he stared at the hot sex machine before him. ―I don‘t understand this,‖ he whispered, his 31
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voice shaky and hoarse. Kyan stroked the side of his face tenderly. ―I know. But you will. Right now? There‘s more I want to do.‖ Swallowing hard, Sasha immediately grasped his meaning. Clearly he, and not Kyan, was to be the recipient of the first Triple. He had no idea how or why he was able to get one hard-on after another, but at this point he didn‘t care. Jumping up, he bolted around behind Kyan and pushed him forward onto the bed. Grabbing his granite-like cock with one hand, Sasha pulled it down a bit and pressed it against the heavy swaying sac containing Kyan‘s packed balls. Then ever so slowly he dragged it up the crease that parted Kyan‘s ass until the crimson cap of his shaft, still gleaming with spit and cum, pressed against the puckered tight opening he was so dying to ram into. Just as he drew back his hips and began to ease the head of his dick in, a wave of power and movement stunned and shook him. Sasha didn‘t know how but, all of a sudden, he was on the bottom again, but this time on his back with his ankles resting on Kyan‘s shoulders, staring dumbfounded into his glittering green eyes. ―I thought we‘d mix it up a little.‖ 32
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Before Sasha could say anything, Kyan slapped a sheik on and slid his massive shaft all the way into Sasha‘s well-lubricated hole. Sasha gasped, his legs jerking straight, his toes curling under. It had been a long time since he‘d been fucked in this position—johns and tricks alike preferred doing it doggy—and the face-to-face intimacy made him uncomfortable. Beyond that, the pain from Kyan‘s fast full entry was intense, searing, ripping like a knife‘s blade from the point of entry all the way through to his abdomen. But again, behind the hurt was the unmistakable syrupy sensation of pleasure. Kyan‘s gaze was filled with warmth. And fire. ―Breathe,‖ he whispered low. It wasn‘t until that very moment that Sasha realized he had been holding his breath. Unsteadily, he exhaled, his eyes locked on Kyan‘s face. ―That‘s it. Just relax.‖ Sasha obeyed. Closing his eyes, he willed his body to loosen. Almost at once, the pain in his ass lessened to a sultry ache, the feeling of fullness turning decidedly erotic. Sighing, his eyes drifted open. Kyan was watching him with a mixture of lust and…something else, 33
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something far more powerful, more primal. ―Okay?‖ Sasha nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. Slowly Kyan started to move. Withdrawing his hips until only his cock head remained inside Sasha, he pressed forward, sliding his shaft all the way back in. Back and forth he undulated, gradually upping his speed and pressure until they were both moaning. With his muscular arms braced on other side of Sasha‘s shoulders, his shaggy hair falling into his eyes, Kyan pounded his hard cock into Sasha‘s tight hole, taking them right to the edge, only to abruptly back off before starting super slow all over again. Sasha gritted his teeth and clutched at Kyan‘s hips urging him harder and deeper inside his ass. Shuddering, he squeezed his eyes again, drinking in the earth-shattering feeling of Kyan‘s hard cock packing him tight and stroking his prostate with every surge. The slick slapping sound of Kyan‘s thrusts and the feel of his wiry pubic hair brushing against his balls only added to his delirium. After being brought a couple times to the point of orgasm then teasingly pulled back, Sasha was anxious to 34
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unload the mounting pressure in his cock. Even though it was not being directly stimulated, it was stiffer and thicker than ever, clearly ready to blow at the slightest prompt. ―Please,‖ he whispered. Without hesitation, Kyan reached down with one hand and, firmly gripping Sasha‘s cock, began tugging it, immediately matching the rhythm of his increasingly heated thrusts. With a touch and style that mimicked Sasha‘s own hand, Kyan stroked Sasha‘s rigid rod, using his thumb to massage the ropey thick veins that ran up the length of his shaft and stimulate the vshaped attached bit of skin at the base of the pearly cap. Sasha tossed his head and arched his back, desperate for release. As the weight and tension in his cock and ass amplified, Sasha groaned at the familiar sensation of energy coiling tight deep in his pelvis, ready to be sprung. His eyes wide, he grasped Kyan‘s waist. ―I‘m gonna come.‖ Kyan laid a smile on him that cocked Sasha‘s gun. Then in a low deep voice that dripped with danger and sex, he pulled the trigger. ―I know.‖ With a loud cry, Sasha exploded. As one spasm flowed into another, he was only vaguely conscious of the hot blasts of cum that splattered 35
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his chest and sprayed his neck and chin along with the tremulous jerking of Kyan‘s body atop him as he, too, came. Beneath it all, Sasha abruptly felt a burning blast of pain on his chest. Glancing through half-open eyes, he saw the top of Kyan‘s head and realized he had bit his chest. He surrendered to the delicious delirium that permeated his body inside and out, made helpless by the relentless thrusting of Kyan‘s cock inside him, the tight rub and tug on his own cock and the hard sensuous pulls of Kyan‘s mouth on his nipple. It was a long hard hot ride but this time, when it stopped, Sasha was actually thirsty for Kyan‘s flavorful kiss, desperate for the strange taste on his tongue, eager for the slick thickness of liquid as he swallowed. More than ready, this time he was hungry for it. When Kyan lifted his head and reached forward to kiss Sasha, Sasha clasped his face and pulled his red-smeared mouth down to his own, no longer worried about the stain of crimson on Kyan‘s lips—only that he had to have his intoxicating kiss. As they lip-locked, Sasha impatiently sucked Kyan‘s tongue and repeatedly swallowed the heady hot fluid that 36
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filled his mouth, falling into what was now a warm and welcome swoon. Sasha jerked when Kyan bit his tongue hard, but soon they were avidly sucking each other‘s tongues in a sizzling, exhilarating kiss. After a time, Kyan gently pushed him away, once more wiping the blood from his mouth. Lying down beside him, Kyan stretched out on the mattress, his cock as erect and ready for action as Sasha‘s. With a smile, Sasha turned toward him. Coming up on one elbow, he bent over Kyan‘s torso. Easing the slippery rubber from Kyan‘s cock, Sasha clasped his slick shaft and start stroking. Triple Take Two.
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With a sharp exhale, Sasha fell back on the pillows, the recollection itself having completely exhausted him. As one shiver after another wracked his now cold-sweating body, Sasha more painstakingly recalled what had transpired once he and Kyan had entered the bedroom. Kyan came around the corner, a towel tied around his narrow waist, his hair and chest dripping with water from a recent shower. Beyond, Sasha could see through the fulllength windows of the living room that the sky was dark. ―What time is it?‖ ―Seven.‖ Sasha groaned, crossing his arms over his face ―Jesus, why are you up?‖ The two of them must‘ve been fucking until well after 3:00 AM. Four hours of shuteye just wasn‘t going to cut it. When he felt the mattress sag, Sasha let his hands drop to his sides. Kyan was lounging beside him, his face only inches from Sasha‘s at long last limp dick. ―I‘m starving. I‘ve been waiting forever for you to open your eyes. You sleep like the dead.‖ He chuckled softly. Craning forward, he kissed Sasha hotly for a long moment, a residue of that unique flavor on his tongue making Sasha‘s 39
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cock twitch. ―Come on,‖ he said pulling back. ―Let‘s grab a bite of supper.‖ Sasha started to get up, but froze on the edge of the bed, confused, as Kyan‘s sentence fully registered. ―Supper? Don‘t you mean breakfast?‖ Kyan laughed, that cascading cool laugh of his oddly echoing in the near empty room as he headed toward the mirrors. Pushing aside one of the sliding doors that opened into a humongous walk-in closet, he dropped his towel and stepped into the soft light of the dressing alcove. The sight of his hard perfect pale body gleaming in the warm light sent a shot of hunger through Sasha, awakening his flaccid cock. ―Technically, yes,‖ he said as he reached for a pair of jeans. As he bent down and lifted one foot to step into one of the pant legs, Sasha got a good glimpse of his crease and bulging sac below. Another arrow of fire pierced his cock. ―Then again, it is seven at night.‖ Sasha gawked at him, the statement jerking his gaze up from Kyan‘s suckable bag to the glossy hair on his head, still wet and looking darker than before. In his party days that had 40
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routinely consisted of nights that didn‘t end until dawn, Sasha would sleep until two, maybe three in the afternoon the next day. But until the sun when down? Never. A shiver of inexplicable apprehension wiggled up his spine. ―What did you do to me last night?‖ The muscles on Kyan‘s shoulders rippled as he swung a cotton shirt around and on. ―What didn’t I do to you?‖ ―I‘m serious, Kyan. Something…happened.‖ A lengthy pause added weight to the statement. ―Didn‘t it?‖ Kyan turned around, zipping up his fly. The waistband of low rise jeans rode those little indentations just below his hipbones. He padded barefooted to the bed, his open shirt perfectly framing his ripped chest and torso. ―Yeah it did,‖ he said, sitting down beside Sasha. Sasha wordlessly spread his hands open in a let‘s-have-it gesture. Kyan kissed him then, not the hot, over-thetop kiss that had dominated their lip locks thus far, but soft, tender brushes of his lips against Sasha‘s mouth, nose and eyelids. Stroking 41
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Sasha‘s jaw, Kyan pulled back to peer deeply into Sasha‘s eyes, a look of hesitation evident on his face. With a reluctant smile, he gave Sasha one last kiss before rising. ―Not on an empty stomach. First, we eat.‖ At the thought, Sasha‘s mouth salivated. He was hungry. Check that. Famished. But for the life of him, he couldn‘t figure out for what. A burger? Ick. Pasta? Double Ick. Seafood? Barf. Suddenly the thought of food was beyond repulsive. Feeling irritated and anxious in a way that completely overtook his need to know the missing pieces of the puzzle, Sasha made a snap decision to return to the place and way he knew best. ―Nah,‖ he said, avoiding Kyan‘s gaze as he stood up and dressed quickly, distractedly switching the cell in his jacket back on. He‘d shower at home. So strong was his attraction and connection to Kyan that he knew if he didn‘t leave now, he never would. ―I gotta…‖ For some reason, Sasha felt suddenly uncomfortable admitting he was going to leave Kyan‘s bed and go to another‘s. ―I got some stuff to do.‖ The silence that followed stretched out so long that Sasha was forced to raise his eyes to 42
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Kyan‘s face and the knowing expression within the hypnotic gaze. But to Sasha‘s surprise, Kyan didn‘t question his sudden desire to bolt. ―Yeah, okay,‖ was all he said. ―I‘ll see you later.‖ Kyan‘s last few words were spoken with conviction—a quiet but assured certainty that raised the hair on the back of Sasha‘s neck. And not in a bad way. But before he could be tempted to call in sick and spend another mind-blowing night with Kyan, duty called. Literally. Sasha looked at the name as he picked up his singing cell. Grimacing, his head fell back as he steeled himself. Heaving a deep sigh, he hit the TALK button. ―Yeah?‖ ―Hey…sorry we couldn‘t hook up last night. But I‘ll make it well worth your while if you squeeze me in tonight. Hehehe. Whaddaya say?‖ Sasha felt his stomach lurch. ―Sure.‖ ―Woody‘s at 9:00?‖ ―Okay.‖ ―I can‘t wait to…‖ Sasha cut him off. He hated listening to that voice any more than he had to. Distractedly, he saw a new message from Dallas. He‘d get it 43
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later. ―Who was that?‖ ―Nobody. I gotta go.‖ Without so much as a backward glance, he strode to the door. ―Haven‘t you forgotten something?‖ Turning, Sasha eyed Kyan. Immediately, his cock jerked in his pants. God he wanted him. All over again. And again. And again. ―What?‖ Kyan sauntered over to him. En route, he stopped and snatched his wallet from his suit jacket that lay on the floor to pull out a wad of cash. Continuing on, he stuffed the bundle of hundreds into Sasha‘s pant pocket, his thumb just barely grazing Sasha‘s stiffening shaft as he leaned forward and whispered in his ear. ―Believe me, you were worth every cent.‖ Sasha winced—for two reasons. He‘d never forgotten the cash before. But even more disturbing was the fact that he didn‘t want it. Not from Kyan. Kyan‘s cool breath brushed Sasha‘s flesh and a shiver of pleasure laced with seering want ripped through him. Shaken, he backed up. Without reason—at least none he could 44
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determine—Sasha pulled the roll of bills from his pocket, opened his hand and let them fall to the ground. As he turned to leave, Kyan‘s low voice stopped him. ―One more thing.‖ This time, Sasha didn‘t pivot. He stood statue still, holding his breath, waiting for the words he had been dying to hear from the moment he had first opened his eyes. ―When you‘re done…come back.‖ **** ―Come in,‖ Tanner purred, opening the door to his condo and waving Sasha in. He eyed Sasha‘s tight jeans and t-shirt. ―You look fucking hot. Ready for some hot fucking?‖ Sasha squelched a scoffing laugh. He‘d just come from the hot fucking of his life. Hell, anybody‘s life. There was no way Tanner would be able to hold a candle to Kyan in any department, least of all in bed. A one-sided grin was all Sasha could manage as he passed under the archway and entered the suite. He‘d been there before so few of the décor details registered with him. But the nauseating smell of 45
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stale cigars hit him as just as strong as the first time. ―Wanna drink?‖ Tanner asked, swaggering over to the rectangular granite counter of the built-in bar. Some things never changed. Tanner always asked him if he wanted a drink and he always declined. ―No.‖ ―Aw, c‘mon. Have one. Let‘s talk for a bit.‖ Sasha stared at him blankly, dumbfounded at his dogged persistence. If he wasn‘t pushing booze, he was pushing conversation, forcing a casualness and intimacy that just wasn‘t there. ―Look, I don‘t have a bunch of time.‖ Tanner‘s reply was a little too sudden. And sharp. ―You seemed to have lots of time for Mr. Armani. Damn near twenty-four hours.‖ Sasha knew he was talking about Kyan. He shivered even though a flush of heat coursed through his body at the memory of the unheard of—having spent the night, and all the entire next day, with a john. The fact that Tanner knew he‘d stayed at Kyan‘s for that length of time made Sasha suddenly very uneasy, as did the gnawing in his gut that had been plaguing him since waking. Beyond that, the thought of sticking it in Tanner was becoming more and 46
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more repulsive by the minute. In an unprecedented decision, Sasha motioned as Tanner threw a huge splash of scotch into a glass and downed it in one gulp. ―On second thought, I‘ll take some of that.‖ He never drank on the job but this was one time he needed liquid courage. At the very least, he was eager for the kind of anesthetic property that only alcohol or drugs, could provide. ―Excellent!‖ Tanner seemed pleased as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then refilled his glass half full before reaching below the counter to get another tumbler. His fingers trembled as he reached for the bottle and poured the scotch up to the rim. With a smile, he handed the drink to Sasha. ―This‘ll hit the spot. Fucking all night tends to dehydrate a guy.‖ Sasha stared at the inviting amber liquid. It appeared a little murkier than he remembered— Tanner always drank scotch and Sasha routinely marveled at the clear golden hue as it sparkled within the glass. Regardless, the mere sight of the drink made Sasha painfully aware of a sudden and raging thirst. Chalking up the uncharacteristic cloudiness of the booze to a dirty glass, he shot it back. The scotch burned all the way down to land in his stomach with a 47
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flash of fire, a strange aftertaste following its fiery descent. But the cool fluid had temporarily relieved the dryness in his mouth. Clearing his throat, Sasha set the empty on the counter. ―What I do and with who, is none of your fucking business.‖ Tanner promptly took the glass below the countertop, his hands moving out of sight as he made Sasha another drink. A long moment later, he set another full-to-the-top drink in front of him. ―Oh I dunno about that.‖ ―What‘s not to know?‖ Sasha took the glass and drained it for a second time, frantic to alleviate the desperate dehydration that had returned with a vengeance. He coughed as the sharp bitterness once more tingled his taste buds. Tanner‘s full face undulated before his eyes for a spell before becoming still. So this is why you’re not supposed to drink on an empty stomach. ―I think who and what you do has a whole helluva lot to do with it.‖ ―With what?‖ ―Our future.‖ ―Future?‖ Sasha couldn‘t believe his ears. He swayed a little as he awkwardly slammed the glass down on the bar, his depth perception all 48
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of a sudden completely out of whack. He knew Tanner was a bit of an oddball, but this was now officially beyond odd. Along about then, Sasha‘s ears started ringing, a soft, echo-like series of thrills separated by short periods of silence. It took him a few long seconds before he realized the sound was not in his ears, it was in his pants…his cell was ringing. Taking it out, Sasha struggled to flip it open and hit the button with the little green phone on it. His body and mind felt tremendously heavy and uncooperative. During his painful attempt to answer the incoming call, Sasha was only distantly aware of Tanner‘s voice. ―Don‘t answer it. This is our time. I don‘t pay you to talk.‖ Stumbling, Sasha turned away and lifted the phone to his ear. ―Yeah?‖ ―Sasha! Bee-atch! Didn‘t you get my message?‖ A wave of dizziness threatened Sasha‘s balance. Reaching back, he grabbed the counter for support. ―Who ishh thish?‖ ―Damn! It‘s Dallas. You drunk? Sound like my mama without her dentures. Where the hell are you?‖ 49
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―Tanner‘s.‖ ―Tanner? Fuck me! Listen, man, you get the fuck out of there!‖ Sasha shook his head. There was a ringing sound—a different one than before—and this one threatened to drown out Dallas. Only this time, the noise was definitely coming from inside his head. A rush of nausea made him wince. ―Wha do ya…‖ His mouth refused to work. The room started to spin as Dallas sped on in an impassioned torrent. ―That fat fuck damn near killed Taylor last night, tore him up real good—poor kid won‘t be able to shit right for weeks. Then he beat him unconscious. But not before he told him that his unrequited love– that be you Sasha—was going to pay. I‘m telling you, baby, you get your ass gone from there.‖ Staggering, Sasha slumped back against the countertop before sliding down to the ground, the cell dropping from his hand to crash on the tiled floor between his spread legs. Sasha could no longer hear Dallas‘s panicked pleas, couldn‘t feel any part of his body, couldn‘t even begin to form a thought. All he had was his sight—fuzzy and flickering as it was. But that too was on its way out. 50
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Indeed, Kyan was so lost in the moment of sweet satiation that he almost didn‘t sense the going-ons of another he had recently drunk from, the only one he had ever allowed to, in turn, drink from him, the only one he had ever wanted to share the sensual circle of blood with. He‘d spent many decades prowling the night and looking for that mythical combination of blood and love that reportedly existed, but he had never even come close to feeling the pull. Until last night. In that magnetic first moment when he‘d first laid eyes on Sasha—a moment that had hinted at the promise of something more, something real—Kyan had gone with it. He entered wholeheartedly into an introduction that would lead to an erotic exchange like none before. And now, more than anything, he wanted to be Sasha‘s sire and turn him into his eternal companion. That‘s if Sasha willingly agreed. Even if he didn‘t, they would forever be connected, their simultaneous blood and semen swap allowing him, the blood mentor, to indirectly sense all his apprentice‘s experiences. And experience it he suddenly did. In a rush of wooziness, Kyan stumbled and fell to his knees, an acidic taste on his tongue 52
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sending him into a spasmodic fit of coughing. As he felt his limbs and breathing grow weak, Kyan immediately recognized the cause of the sensation that he felt via Sasha—he himself had experienced it once when a suspicious doctor had discovered the truth behind Kyan‘s aversion to sunlight and food. The chemical bitterness in his mouth was followed by the slippery slide of sensation and mobility, the first indications of impending paralysis. In short, Sasha had been given something to knock him out. A jagged barb of fear seized Kyan. Scrambling to his feet, he turned in circles, anxiously trying to figure out from where the mental images were coming. He saw an apartment, picked up on the approximate location, the strong scent of cigars curling his lip as he started to run.
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Chapter Four asha awoke and for the second time in hours, was completely disoriented. Blinking rapidly, he tried to clear both his vision and his thinking—both of which were strangely fuzzy. As he shifted, he realized two things—he was horizontal and he was being restrained. Craning his neck to see what prevented him for moving, Sasha frowned as he eyed the thick twisted ropes tightly bound around his wrists and ankles tying him to the four-poster bed. The sight of his surroundings first reassured then alarmed him. Almost at once, he recognized the furniture and then the room itself as belonging to one of his semi-regulars, Robert Tanner. The familiarity temporarily put his mind at ease. But the tiedup, spread-eagled position he found himself in was new, and given the fact that he could recall
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little of what preceded it, Sasha felt more than a little uneasy. Granted, Tanner was into some kinky shit, but rendering Sasha helpless had never been part of it before. Just then, Sasha‘s trick-turned-captor strolled into the room. ―Good morning sleeping beauty.‖ Watching the naked, sweaty, fat form approach was too much to take. The taste of bile swiftly rose in his throat and mouth with an alarmingly imminent sensation. Abruptly twisting his head and shoulders to one side, Sasha spewed over the side of the bed. A bitter but decidedly narcotic aftertaste lingered on his tongue. Now he understood. ―What the fuck did you give me?‖ Tanner shrugged as he moved around to the side of the mattress opposite where Sasha had just vomited, his arms curiously disappearing behind his back. He looked kind of drugged himself—staggering a little and sweating a lot. His speech was slurred and there was a kind of crazed but nevertheless steely expression in his eyes. Probably just drunk. As usual. ―Something to make you relax.‖ Sasha flailed against the ropes, the look of anger hardening the features of his face. 55
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―Relax?‖ he boomed. ―Or knock me out cold so you could tie me down?‖ Again, Tanner lifted one shoulder offhandedly. ―What choice did I have? I knew you wouldn‘t agree any other way.‖ Sasha‘s stomach gave a little lurch. ―Agree to what?‖ ―Your punishment.‖ The lurch turned into a tidal wave. ―Punishment? For what?‖ ―For being such a whore.‖ ―What?‖ Clearly ol‘ Tanner had finally flipped his fucking lid. ―In case you‘ve forgotten, I am a whore. Remember? You pay to fuck me! That, by definition, is—‖ ―Shut up!‖ Tanner unexpectedly exploded, bringing one knife-wielding hand from around his back. And this was no butter spreader but a huge honking butcher knife. Seconds later, Tanner let his arm drop loosely to his side. ―You just don‘t get it do you?‖ ―Jesus, man, what is your fucking problem?‖ ―I don‘t have a problem. You‘re the one with the problem.‖ No shit. Tanner let out a long, slow sigh as he ran the tip of the blade lightly up Sasha‘s shin. He was 56
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shaking his head, a look of profound disappointment on his pockmarked face. The steel was cold. Sasha shivered violently, but not because of the cold. ―I thought you understood,‖ Tanner said calmly now, his gaze glued to the trail of the knife as it continued its pointed ascent. Sasha‘s gaze was also fixed on the silver shining blade travelling up his thigh and inching steadily closer to his cock, which, inexplicably, was once more hard as a rock. Whatever had transpired between him and Kyan the night before had changed him in a way he couldn‘t understand. But Kyan and the magical goings-on he‘d engineered were miles away now. ―Understood what?‖ Tanner lifted his eyes to Sasha‘s face. There was still that demented look inside the beady, black circles, but the accompanying determination had increased to the point where he was now openly glaring at his imprisoned victim. ―That you‘re mine.‖ For the first time since the start of the bizarre exchange, Sasha didn‘t know what to say—a fact that Tanner very quickly picked up on. ―Cat got your tongue?‖ 57
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His voice was deceptively calm. When Sasha didn‘t respond, Tanner carried on. ―I don‘t know why you‘re speechless. I told you the first time we met that, one way or another, we were going to be together.‖ Overwhelmed by panic and amazement, Sasha eyes flitted between the point of the blade, which Tanner lightly steered on a lazy serpentine course up the shaft of Sasha‘s cock, and Tanner‘s sweat-shiny face that, tilted down, bore a mixed expression of fascination and satisfaction. Desperately, Sasha tried to recall that initial meeting several months earlier. Snippets of the exchange—both verbal and physical—flitted across his mind, but try as he might, Sasha couldn‘t recall any such statement. Then again, through the years he had developed the well-honed habit of tuning out a lot during the act itself. Maybe Tanner had said something like that. So what if he had? If Sasha had a dime for every time a john said something stupid in the heat of the moment, he‘d be a fucking millionaire. ―I don‘t remember.‖ ―Of course you don‘t. You were too busy getting your ass crammed with my cock to pay attention to much else. But I said it. And I meant it. I loved you from the get-go, loved you 58
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enough to give you your freedom and allow you to carry on with your…work. That was, on two conditions—you weren‘t to give me any of the details—which you never did—and should the situation ever arise, you were to always choose me over anyone else. After all, what we had was something special. Things had been fine and would‘ve continued on that way if you hadn‘t dumped me for that slick son-of-a-bitch last night. But by doing that, you‘ve forced my hand.‖ Tanner paused meaningfully as he tapped the flat part of the blade against Sasha‘s sac. When at last he spoke, his voice was low. Sad even. ―I‘m so sorry, Sasha. I really am. But I just can‘t take the risk of you tossing me aside again. I have to make sure you won‘t be able to do that to me ever again.‖ While he was sure he didn‘t want to know the answer, Sasha couldn‘t keep from asking the question. ―What do you mean?‖ ―Let‘s just say, you won‘t be able to fuck me over by fucking someone else if you can‘t fuck at all!‖ With that, Tanner grabbed Sasha‘s stiff cock with his free hand and yanked it perpendicular to his abdomen. With a grunt, he pressed the 59
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edge of the knife against the base of the shaft. Then he began sawing. Sasha blurted out an impassioned ―No!‖ just before the first bullet of agony ripped through his body. Yelling, he twisted, trying in vain to free himself from the restraints that held him. Relentlessly, he fiercely fought against the ropes preventing his escape until his wrists and ankles were raw and bloody. As one torturous ripple of pain cascaded into another, Sasha‘s throat grew sore from his constant cries, his conscious state melting into the indescribable torture until it teetered on the brink of blessed nothingness. But sweet oblivion was not to be. The explosive sound of Tanner‘s startled scream jolted Sasha from the merciful sanctuary of unconsciousness. With a jerk, he opened his eyes, the sight that greeted him momentarily distracting him from the unbearable pain between his legs. Tanner was twisted into an awkward, pretzellike shape—his torso bent so far to the left side that his ear touched his outer thigh while his left ankle had been grabbed and crossed over his front knee in a sort of half-lotus pose. Peculiarly, neither foot now touched the floor. Rather he was being dangled like a piece of meat—a 60
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quivering, gelatinous, squirming piece of blubber. Situated behind Tanner and holding him in the contortionist-like position was none other than Kyan. Only now he appeared radically different than Sasha had remembered. His streaky blond hair still looked great, framing the pale skin of his face. And his light jade gaze remained striking. However, at the moment his soft green eyes were glowing with a kind of inner fire that made them appear almost radioactive. His full lips would have been inviting had they been lightly pressed together, or better yet, only slightly parted. But as it was, Kyan‘s mouth was wide open in an animalistic manifestation of primal rage. Even more horrifying was the unadulterated expression of hunger, and the long, hard, staggering white twin porcelain stilettos that extended like minute daggers from his eyeteeth. Wait. What? Is this what Kyan had meant by grab a bite? Sasha shuddered as he mentally grappled with the impossible taking shape before him. Like everyone else, he‘d known of such beings, heard of the myths, read the books and 61
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watched the movies. Hell, once or twice, Sasha had even told the odd joke that poked fun at his own occupation by casting a supernatural light on the sheer suction strength of the legendary creature. But in all his days had he never actually believed in the celebrated immortals. Not even close. Not until now. In a flash, Sasha realized there was no mistaking what he was looking at. A real live vampire. Beautiful and beastly. That explained a lot. No wonder Kyan could go forever. Even so, there were many questions yet to be answered, but before he could ask one, Sasha once again found his attention diverted. Before him, Tanner‘s misshapen posture stretched the line of his right shoulder and neck long and bare for the taking. Needing no further invitation, Kyan hissed loudly as his head tilted back, the movement seeming to elongate his already lengthy fangs. A whimpering, thrashing Tanner caught sight of Kyan peripherally and a great gush of urine spurted from his limp dick. Kyan chuckled. ―See? You‘re nothing but a piss ant. A corpulent, pathetic piss ant with a little prick 62
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and no balls. What makes you think any part of you was good enough for Sasha? You‘re not only arrogant, you‘re delusional! I should end you.‖ He growled the last sentence. Tanner‘s sniveling increased and he writhed pitifully within Kyan‘s grip, but his efforts were clearly futile. Since his arrival, Kyan‘s focus had solely been Tanner, but at this point, he looked up, his eyes locking with Sasha‘s. Kyan gave him a reassuring smile and as he began to speak again, Sasha knew he was talking more to him than to Tanner. ―I‘m not going to hurt you. And I‘m not going to kill you. My kind doesn‘t need to do that anymore. We have evolved to the point where we can take the blood we need without harm to the donor. Then we heal the wounds with our saliva and make them forget what happened. ―And my bite alone can‘t change you into what I am. Multiple blood and semen exchanges with one of us will give you some of our characteristics, primarily a tendency toward the night, an indefinable but ironic thirst for blood because you won‘t yet be able to stomach large amounts of it and an equally unquenchable sex drive. Your body will also possess an alarmingly 63
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accelerated ability to fully heal itself.‖ Right on cue, Sasha realized his partially severed cock was no longer throbbing. Glancing down, he saw the deep gash made by the blade of the knife had mended, leaving only a collection of dried blood in its wake. ―But you won‘t become completely nocturnal, produce exaggerated incisors, possess incredible strength, speed and amplified senses, be able to digest blood and achieve immortality until you first suffer a near-fatal blood and semen loss,‖ Kyan finished. A near-fatal blood and semen loss? Talk about sucking and fucking you to death. ―Then what?‖ Sasha asked. ―You recover both fluids from your sire, consuming your fill until you are satiated. It‘s that very replenishment, the taking back of blood and semen, that causes the change.‖ ―Sire?‖ ―The one who chooses you.‖ ―Chooses you for what?‖ Kyan gave Sasha a smile that he could feel in every part of his body. Especially his cock. ―A permanent companion.‖ The heavy hush that filled the room was suddenly broken by Tanner‘s high-pitched 64
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whine. Kyan actually started a little at the sound, as if he‘d forgotten the trembling quarry in his arms. Visibly irritated by the interruption, Kyan opened his mouth wide, his impressive incisors lengthening before Sasha eyes. Then he swiftly sank them into the side of Tanner‘s throat, sucking audibly for a short time until the struggling stout form within his grip abruptly fell slack. While Tanner had bellowed at the initial pain, he quickly ceased all sound as he seemingly fell into a kind of hypnotic lull—his eyes fixed, his mouth slack, his breathing shallow. Seconds later, Kyan withdrew his dripping fangs from Tanner‘s neck and licked the dual tears in the ruddy flesh, healing the punctures on contact before easing the limp figure to the floor. Very briefly, he touched Tanner‘s forehead as if checking him for a fever. Then he straightened and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looked at Sasha who had watched the whole thing with a mixture of astonishment and horror. ―Is he dead?‖ Kyan shook his head as he moved about the bed, gently loosening Sasha‘s ropes. The lesions created by the harsh ties had all but 65
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disappeared. ―No. Just unconscious from the sudden and extensive blood loss. His body will refill itself while he rests.‖ ―And tomorrow?‖ ―He won‘t remember any of this.‖ ―How can you be so sure?‖ Kyan grinned. ―This isn‘t the first time I‘ve done this.‖ The memory of Kyan‘s teeth on his neck, chest and thigh the night before came back to Sasha full force, and it all came together. Kyan hadn‘t been biting him in the heat of the moment, he had been drinking Sasha‘s blood— the strange flavor Sasha had tasted in Kyan‘s kiss was his own blood. The thought of being like Kyan was both intriguing and frightening to Sasha, but his fascination was stronger than his fear. ―Why didn‘t you make me forget everything like you did to him?‖ He shot a quick glance at Tanner who, lying in a crumpled flabby heap at Kyan‘s feet, looked as peaceful as a sleeping child. ―Because I want you to remember every moment with me. More than that, I want you to know me for who and what I really am.‖ 66
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―So I‘m not a…I‘m not like you?‖ ―No. Not yet. Not unless you choose to be. I just wanted to give you a taste of what it‘s like.‖ Sasha sat up and rubbed his wrists where the ties had been. The skin was once more smooth and flawless. ―Yeah but why me? Why‘d you choose me?‖ Kyan looked sincerely surprised. ―Don‘t you feel it? That fire between us?‖ Sasha stood up, his body now only inches from Kyan. A streak of electricity shot through his body at the other‘s powerful proximity. He nodded. There was something linking them— something indefinable, deliciously primitive and uncontrollably powerful—something that had been there from the very first moment. It had been, and still was, a sensation unsurpassed— rare and momentous, electrifying and forbidding, raw and irresistible. ―How many times have you done this? Turned somebody I mean.‖ This time, Kyan didn‘t appear surprised. He looked flat out astonished. ―Never. Sasha,‖ Kyan purred, drawing out the word in a way that made Sasha‘s nipples erect, ―you‘re not getting it. Before I met you, I hadn‘t met a single soul that I could even fathom spending all of eternity 67
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with, forget actually make the offer to. What do you think—this feeling comes along twice in a lifetime?‖ It certainly hadn‘t for Sasha. Hell, he hadn‘t even known such a feeling existed until he had locked eyes with Kyan that first time. But could he really believe his own ears? Was Kyan really saying he felt the same and wanted Sasha just as much? And for forever? ―But you don‘t know me. Not really.‖ Kyan arched one fine eyebrow and smiled. Sasha knew he was questioning the statement, suggestively but silently referring to the passionate night they‘d just spent. They had touched and sucked and fucked each other with an otherworldly kind of knowledge and familiarity. Sasha felt the blood rush to his face. And his cock. ―You know what I mean.‖ ―You‘re missing the point. I don‘t need to know your favorite color or your thoughts on religion, politics or global warming. I don‘t care who you knew or loved before me or why you‘ve lived your life as you have. I only know that your soul called to me and I had no choice but to answer.‖ ―So why didn‘t you just turn me last night?‖ ―I wanted you to know the score. I couldn‘t 68
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do it without your awareness and approval. I wouldn’t do it. Not to someone that I lo…‖ Sasha grinned, his heart pounding so hard in his chest he could almost hear it. ―Someone that you what?‖ To Sasha‘s amazement, Kyan blushed a tad as he glanced down. Looking up, he gave him a dazzling smile. ―Someone that I…want in my life for a very, very long time.‖ Sasha nodded slowly. That much he understood. He felt the exact same way. What he didn‘t understand was why. None of this made any sense. But maybe this kind of feeling—the much rumored but seldom attained L-word—had nothing to do with sense, common or otherwise, and everything to do with sensation. And yet there was so much to take in. Sasha‘s head hurt. He was thirsty, tired and faced with the mother of all decisions. ―So what do we do now?‖ ―If you want me, we just hang. Then when you‘re ready, I‘ll turn you.‖ Sasha impulsively leaned forward and taking Kyan‘s face in his hands, kissed him long and hard on the mouth. Wanting Kyan in any way Sasha could get him was not the issue. Pulling 69
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back, he brushed a few errant strands from the vampire‘s forehead. ―How will I know when I‘m ready?‖ ―You won‘t feel any fear.‖ Closing his eyes, Sasha searched his feelings. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that, more than anything, he wanted to be with Kyan…for a moment, for a day, for a year, for however much time they were granted. But he‘d be lying to himself if he didn‘t admit he was also scared, scared at leaving the life he knew for one he couldn‘t even imagine. ―And if I do?‖ Kyan winked sexily. ―We wait until you don‘t.‖ ―But does that mean we can‘t…you know, be together until then?‖ Kyan laughed, the sensuous sound further stiffening Sasha‘s cock. ―You tell me. You weren‘t turned last night and I think we got along okay.‖ Got along okay? Fuck! They damn near blew the roof of the penthouse with the sheer force of their passion while soaking the sheets time and time again with sweat and cum. ―Tell ya what,‖ Kyan began as he wrapped his arms around Sasha and, drawing him into a light embrace, playfully nipped his neck. ―Let‘s 70
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not make a decision tonight. In fact, let‘s not even talk anymore about it for now. I want to be alone with you. I want to fuck you real soft and slow, then real hard and fast. And besides, you could use some of my blood—‖ Sasha pulled back, startled. ―But I thought you said I couldn‘t digest it?‖ ―Not large quantities, no. But you need a little to keep going until you either go full vampire or revert to your fully human state. Either way, you can take a bit here and there without any harm.‖ His eyes glittered. ―As an FYI? It‘s especially good if you drink while you‘re coming. The combination of shooting and sucking at the same time is out of this world.‖ His voice dropped seductively low. ―How ‗bout we give it a try?‖ Sasha shivered hot and cold at the thought of pumping his hard cock into Kyan‘s tight ass and filling it with his steamy cum while the hot coppery taste of his blood filled Sasha‘s mouth. The mere image pushed him right to the edge. Breathlessly, he glanced about the room. ―What? Here?‖ Kyan‘s sexy chuckle raised Sasha‘s pulse. ―No. Let‘s go home.‖ Home. Sasha liked the sound of that. Only problem 71
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was they were a long ways off from Kyan‘s posh penthouse and Sasha was now absolutely dying to fuck Kyan. His cock was so rigid it practically extended in a straight line out from his body, a thick blue vein winding up its shaft, the smooth crimson cap of its head glistening with pre-cum. After eyeing Sasha‘s enormous erection appreciatively, Kyan led him over to the balcony, reaching down to collect Sasha‘s scattered clothes from the floor as they went. Kyan pulled back the sliding door and they stepped out onto the cool cement. Sasha turned to him. ―What are we doing?‖ With a devilish grin, Kyan pulled Sasha, and his belongings, in tight to his body. ―Taking a short cut.‖ Seconds later, a surge of energy lifted them out over the railing and up into the black of night. Sasha gasped and wrapped his arms around Kyan‘s broad back, staring in astonishment as the city sped far below their feet. The night air was cool on Sasha‘s skin, the view unparalleled, the sensation of weightlessness freeing his spirit. ―This is amazing,‖ he whispered, his lips brushing against Kyan‘s ear as he peered over his shoulder. 72
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Kyan‘s voice caressed him as surely as the wind. ―Bet I can make it even more amazing.‖ Holding Sasha effortlessly with one arm, Kyan let one hand drift lazily down to clamp snugly around Sasha‘s stiff cock. Without hesitation, he began a hard, relentless stroking that skillfully worked Sasha‘s shaft from its base up to its head, making him ready to unload within mere seconds. When Sasha started panting, Kyan shifted from stroking his cock to pumping it vigorously, working to milk the cum from the taut tool in his hand. And it worked. Tensing, Sasha cried out as he released a mammoth load of cum onto Kyan‘s shirt front, spraying the dark fabric with white. Endlessly he convulsed, his semen spilling, trickling through Kyan‘s fingers, high above the clouds, as the sensational contractions wracked his body and blew his mind. When at last they subsided, Sasha sagged, spent, against Kyan‘s chest. Wiping his hand clean on his pants, Kyan touched Sasha‘s hair and kissed his damp forehead. Sasha‘s eyes were closed and his breathing was starting to slow into that of sleep. But he smiled as Kyan whispered in his ear, ―Now that’s what I call a shooting star.‖ 73
About the Author A former operative for the CIA, romance and erotica author Brigit Zahara previously released her passion for excitement and adventure via her work, spending a great deal of time traveling throughout the United States and Europe, with lengthy spells in New York, Los Angeles, Louisiana, Venice, London, Florence and Malta. After taking an early retirement, Brigit then looked to her hobby of writing romantic suspense as a means of indulging her need for pulse-pounding action. From there, her preference very quickly turned to erotica. Her literary specialties in the genre are paranormal (vampires, mermen, werewolves) and contemporary love stories including more than a few breathtaking threesomes. Today, Brigit lives in a seaside villa in Majorca, spending the steamy days penning even steamier stories and the cool, ocean breezekissed evenings researching love scenes with Louis, her heart's destiny and husband of ten years.