Nicolas (working title) Dianne Hartsock
“What?” Jamie startled awake, the crushing weight on his chest following him up from his dreams. This wasn’t right. He’d rented the cabin for its isolation. Who…
A warm breath brushed against his cheek, sending a shiver of dread and strange anticipation through him. “Easy, baby,” a silky voice whispered in the darkness and sharp teeth nipped his earlobe, pleasure and pain sparking along his nerves. His eyes adjusted to the moonlight filtering through sheer curtains and he stared in amazement at the stunning beauty gazing at him with wild green eyes.
The creature laid its weight on him, driving the air from his lungs and making him to struggle for every breath. Shifting position, the thing sealed its full lips over his while an impossibly large cock slid against his own, drawing a moan from deep inside him.
In sudden panic he reached to shove the stranger away and touched hot skin on a leanly muscled back. Of their own volition his hands roamed lower, following the curve of the thing’s back to the rounded swell of his ass. The man laughed into his mouth and shoved his tongue deeper, sharp thrusts to match the snap of his hips as he ground against Jamie’s aching dick.
Heat pooled in his stomach. God, what was happening? The thing in his bed looked like a man, but his every instinct shouted otherwise. “Who—” He cried out when a hand pushed between them and grabbed their cocks, stroking them together until he lost all thought. So close! He grabbed onto the man’s firm ass and yanked him tighter against him, rising up to shove into his strong grip.
The triumphant hiss in his ear shot ice through his veins. “So naughty.”
“No!” Jamie struggled up into a sitting position, scrambling to put his back to the headboard as a forgotten anxiety knotted his stomach. He was terrified his parents would find out he was different, that he liked girl things and found boys much more exciting than he should. They would know he was gay and there would be no Christmas gifts for their freak of a son.
He scrubbed a hand over his face. God, that had been ages ago. The last shreds of the dream dissipated and he reached for the bedside light, fumbling in the darkness for the switch. Low light stung his eyes and he blinked at the empty room, unable to believe the vibrant body in his arms hadn’t been real.
He flung off the heavy quilts and stood, clinging to the post at the foot of the bed as a wave of dizziness struck him. Laughter from the next room jolted him with adrenaline. Heart pounding, he bolted for the door and it crashed into the wall as he flung it open. A reddish glow from the banked fire on the hearth lit the main room of the cabin, though the kitchen to the left remained in shadows.
Jamie’s gaze swept the deserted space, focused on the dark corners. The cabin was empty of another occupant and he ran a trembling hand through his tangled hair, pushing the sweat drenched bangs from his forehead. Christ, the dream had seemed so real. The cold of the room finally registered, creeping up from the hardwood flooring. Shaking with reaction, he crossed to the fireplace and stirred up the coals, adding another log.
With a sigh he sank into the cushions of the worn couch and pulled the woolen afghan around his bare shoulders. The log caught and the fire crackled, sparks dancing up the flu. Recalling his dream and the pleasure of the hard body against his, he smiled wryly when his cock took an interest.
“It’s been a while,” he agreed, watching the flames lick at the oak log. He’d signed a year’s lease on the cabin, right after catching his boyfriend making out with their neighbor in the stairwell of their apartment building. That had been over three months ago, and since the cabin stood miles across rough terrain from the nearest town, he’d rarely seen another human being in all that time.
“Just the way I like it,” he told the indifferent fire burning its way through the wood. But the man’s lips had been soft, his thrusting tongue sweet in his mouth, igniting flames in Jamie’s lonely heart. His dick pressed against his thigh and Jamie reached under the heavy blanket, moaning when he took its heavy weight in his hand. Drawing lazing circles on his balls, he let the pleasure build slowly, lifting his cock while in his mind the stranger licked the glistening head, its pale gold hair a curtain of silk against his sensitive skin. He moaned as the thing slid his tongue down the thick vein on the underside of his cock.
His mind fleeted over the question of whether the guy would fuck him or want it the other way around. Didn’t matter. He liked both. Rolling to his back, he continued to stroke himself while his free hand tugged his tight balls, then pressed a finger against his hole. He remembered the lube in the nightstand drawer by the bed, but he wasn’t about to stop, and hissed when he pushed the finger inside. The man’s cock had been huge in his dream. What would it feel like as it stretched him open? Would it be enough to fill all the empty spaces inside him?
It was a moment before the tolling bell registered. What the fuck? He sat up, trying to hear past the pounding of his pulse in his ears. His cock throbbed and he groaned in frustration, knowing he couldn’t chase his pleasure until he found out what was going on at the dock. He’d been isolated for three months without anything disturbing his peace. But first a wildly erotic dream and now this. What made tonight so special?
With a deep sigh he climbed to his feet and returned to his chilly room to dress. Thermal underwear was a must, along with snow pants and wool sweater. Winter nights in Alpena, Michigan, hovered around 25degrees but could drop to the teens when sleet swept off Lake Huron. Stomping into his boots and sliding his arms into a heavy coat, he pulled on gloves and a hat and opened the door. Freezing air struck his face, catching his breath, and he almost stepped back into the warmth of the room behind him.
“Dammit,” he swore, pulling the door closed and maneuvering over the icy porch and steps. The bell tolled again and he hurried through the pristine snow blanketing the yard and surrounding forest. Even if it was only an animal that had slipped into the water, he had to try to save the poor creature. It sometimes took only moments to freeze to death in the subzero temperatures. The lake shimmered in the moonlight as he approached, a wide expanse of silver stretching out in all directions.
His heart stalled when he spotted a form sprawled on the dock jutting from the snow covered bank. A canoe lazily bumped into the wood frame of the dock, sending the bell chiming into the night. Forgetting the danger of the slick planking, he hurried to the man’s side, praying it wasn’t already too late. He took a knee, breathing out in relief when the man’s clothing was dry though cold to the touch. Biting his lips at a surge of anxiety, he rolled him onto his back.
Cost of Love: SeXlection #3 Flynn Eire
We weren’t really sure what we were doing the night of the fake dinner. Mr. Morgan and Cecil had explained things to us as to what was going to happen at the dinner and how it was different from what we were used to at the brothel and the parties they threw but the fake dinner seemed more like an opportunity for Mr. Morgan’s friends to take us for a free spin.
But then I laid eyes on the most attractive human I’d ever seen and I didn’t care if he spun me, twirled me, spanked me, fucked me on my head, or anythinged me. Everythinged me. Yes, I was even making up words he could do that much to me.
The human laughed and his bright blue sapphire eyes sparkled as the light seemed to catch his deep chocolate hair that was perfectly manicured and I wanted to muck up… In bed. I felt like I was reading a fortune cookie because I felt like everything the rest of the night was going to have me adding in bed after it.
“So, pretend this is the dinner, our guests are starting to arrive, and—” Cecil started to say.
“Got it,” I interrupted and turned on my heel so no one else got to my human first. I sauntered over to him, biting back a smile when he saw me and did a double take, spitting out his drink. Picking up a napkin from the bar, I dapped his jacket.
“Are you all right, sir?”
“Yes, yes I’m f-fine,” he stuttered, staring down at me with big eyes. He was a tall one, maybe six-five with big, broad shoulders. I took his drink and set it on the bar.
“Club soda please?” I asked the bartender as I slid my hands under his jacket and took it off of him. Then I dabbed the napkin in the liquid before laying the jacket out on the sofa adjacent to us. “We wouldn’t want this stain to set on such fine material.” I batted my eyelashes as at him as I leaned over, jutting out my hip so my ass was completely on display. “Sir, would you mind giving me an extra set of eyes so I don’t miss any spots?”
“No—yes—I’ll—” he cleared his throat and stepped towards me. “It’s my jacket you’re being kind enough to take care of. Of course I’ll help.”
“You’ll have to move closer, sir. The light isn’t good enough from there,” I murmured as I worked on a few of the stains. He did but not where I wanted him too. “A little to the left, sir. You’re blocking my light now.”
“Oh, sorry.” He groaned deeply when that put his groin right up against my ass. “Sorry.”
“For what, sir?” I purred as I shifted my hips. “I think it’s a nice fit myself. Did I miss any spots?”
“No, you’re perfect,” he breathed as his hands moved to my waist.
“I meant the jacket,” I chuckled and nodded to it. “But thank you, sir.”
“Right.” His hands tightened on my waist but he glanced up and cleared his throat. “Looks wonderful. Thank you…”
“Sage, sir. I’m Sage Massey,” I hissed as I turned in his grasp and hopped up on the arm of the couch, angling my leg so he was now in between mine.
“Craig, good, you’ve met Sage,” Mr. Morgan chuckled as he joined us. “Sage is one of the ocelots we need an eye kept on so why don’t you be in charge of him since you guys are already friendly.”
“He fixed my jacket,” Craig explained, leaning over me and reaching for it which only pressed his hard on against mine and I just about creamed myself right then. Jesus he was hard for me.
I loved that in a man, especially when they weren’t tiny and they were big enough I could feel it when they were fully dressed as he was.
“That was nice of you, Sage,” Mr. Morgan mumbled as he glanced between us. But then someone called him and drew his focus. “Just make sure to watch him, Craig, tonight and at dinner. No one can imprint on him or they’re buying him.”
“Got it. Watch him,” Craig agreed as he dropped the jacket. Mr. Morgan walked off and Craig stared down at me. “I’ll watch him with both eyes like a hawk.”
“Hawks are gorgeous creatures, sir.”
“You are gorgeous.” He slowly leaned down and then shook his head, pulling away. “I’m sorry. That—I’m—wow. Would you like a drink, Sage?”
“A drink would be lovely, sir,” I agreed as I slid off the couch. I about melted. My human was a sweetheart. How rare was that? He didn’t want to move to fast just because I was a slave or a whore.
I could fix that. I only had limited time with him and he had no reason to not dive in.
“Craig, Craig Ross,” he muttered, glancing at me. “Call me Craig if no one’s around. I hate that sir shit. I know it’s the rules, but if no one else is around, please don’t call me that.”
“You don’t believe slaves are possessions then?” I hedged, accepting the drink he’d ordered me when it was ready.
“No, of course I do,” he answered firmly and my heart sank until his gaze darted towards the human bartender. “I simply don’t like being called sir as if I was my father.”
“Of course.” I nodded my understanding and sipped my drink, glancing around. “We have time before dinner and Mr. Morgan explained to you the rules of being around an ocelot. There’s no reason we can’t continue this conversation out on the balcony alone.”
He studied me a moment. “I don’t like being played or fake people, Sage.”
“Who’s playing?” I took his free hand and he was easily led after I threw him for a loop like that. Once we were outside and the door closed behind us, I snatched his drink from him, set both on the table, and hopped up on the ledge, pulling him back between my legs. “You see me as a person, don’t you? Not a slave.”
“Were you going to kiss me inside?”
“Yes, but I don’t ever kiss people who don’t want me—”
“If I gave you anymore green lights that I wanted you, Craig, I would have gotten naked and presented my ass to you in front of everyone in that room.”
His breath hitched but still he hesitated. “I have to ask. I’m sorry if it’s crass but—”
“You need to know I’m not a whore throwing himself at you to try and find a master,” I hedged, studying his eyes and seeing the worry there. Craig gave the slightest nod and I took pity on him. “You are the most attractive human I’ve ever seen. Bastard Bob pushes me towards one rich human or another to sample me for a sale, not caring where I end up as long as there’s money involved. This is the most freedom I’ve ever had to choose who touches me and I then I saw you. I’m not wasting this opportunity or night, Craig.”
“Works for me,” he growled, grabbing my head and pulling me down to him. His mouth crashed into mine and he attacked my lips. I melted against him, more turned on from must that kiss than all my encounters over the course of my long life combined. His hands moved to my ass and I mewled like a cat in heat wanting so much more. “Fuck you are perfect.”
He leaned me over the stone balcony so I was looking out at the New York City skyline and pushed aside my slave grab, careful not to rip the silk. I smiled, thinking I was going to get fucked good but then almost fell off in shock when he licked my exposed cock.
“We should move you somewhere more steady,” he mumbled as his arm slid under my back.
“No, I love it up here,” I panted, spreading my legs wide and balancing my arms at my sides. “This is exhilarating. No one’s ever blown me before. It caught me off guard.”
“I always suck the cock of any man I want inside of and to be intimate with. Your being a shifter doesn’t change that.” He swallowed me down and lights flashed behind my eyes as I stared out at the city that had taken so much from me. His hands held down my hips to keep me balanced and the crazy, conflicting sensations and Craig’s mouth took me to heaven. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as I came seconds later down his throat, the best pleasure in my life ending too soon.
He pulled me back to sitting up and I kissed him as I quickly undid his pants. Then I slid off the stones, ignoring the chaffing on my naked ass and smiled up at him when I caught myself before landing hard on my knees.
“God you’re agile and flexible,” he whispered as I fisted his cock. Fuck he was a big, big boy.
“You have no idea, Craig,” I purred licking the drops of precum taunting me. He moaned and ran his fingers over my hair. “My turn now.”