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REGULARLY SCHEDULED LIFE
Genre: Red Hots!, Gay-Lesbian Romance
ISBN: 1-60504-184-X
Length: Novel
Publication Date: August 12, 2008
Cover art by Anne Cain
Available at: Samhain Publishing
The cut-off orgasm pooled like lead in his balls, sending a spike into his legs.
With a grimace he shifted onto his side and looked at Sean, or the back of Sean's head. It was Sean's first night back in their bed after four nights on the recliner. No wonder he'd starred in Kyle's dream.
Sean rolled onto his back and Kyle breathed in his lover's sleep-warm skin, unable to resist dropping a kiss on his shoulder.
Kyle stroked his cock until the pain of frustration melted back into pleasure. Holding his breath only made the slide of skin louder, and Sean shifted again with a sleepy grunt.
Clenching his teeth to hold in a groan, Kyle rolled away. Jerking off in bed next to Sean wasn't going to work. If Sean woke up, he'd feel like he had to do something about it, and Kyle didn't want him messing up his leg and making himself more uncomfortable.
Kyle clambered off the bed and shuffled into the bathroom, his dick slapping against his stomach despite the fact that it felt like it weighed fifty pounds. He jumped under the shower as soon as the spray was warm enough and reached for the soap and a memory that never failed to get him off in a hurry.
August two years ago—the August they'd gone to Rehoboth Beach.
Sun darkened the freckles across Sean's broad shoulders and the salt made his hair stand up in spikes as he turned over and winked up at Kyle from their beach blanket.
“Stop looking at me like that. I'm getting hard.”
Kyle blinked and looked out at the sunlight on the waves.
“Too late.” Sean rolled to his feet. “C'mon.”
“It's not even noon.”
“If you wanted to stay on the beach you shouldn't have looked at me like that. Christ. I'm not going to make it.”
Their guesthouse was right off the beach, but it still seemed damned far away with Sean shooting looks over his shoulder every few feet. When they hit the street, Sean hauled him in for a deep hard kiss.
“Feel what you did to me? What are you going to do about it?” Sean's tongue stroked the side of Kyle's neck toward his ear, and Kyle was having trouble remembering how to walk.
A quick rinse under the outdoor shower and they hit the gate to the back stairs still tangled, Sean's tongue deep in Kyle's throat, his hands on Kyle's hips to grind them together.
Another thrust of Sean's tongue and that immediate need hit Kyle like a punch to the gut. Kyle pressed Sean into the whitewashed boards just under the stairs leading up to their room, body pounding with a don't-care-where urgency. He couldn't remember the last time they'd had sex outdoors, and while Sean always made Kyle hot enough to burn a hole through the mattress, Kyle had never seen his lover this needy, this desperate. Sliding his hands up Sean's wet chest, he dropped to his knees. He licked the line of hair under Sean's navel, thumbs flicking across Sean's nipples.
Sean rocked his hips, his cock bumping Kyle's chin. “C'mon. Suck me now.”
Strong fingers tugged on Kyle's hair.
Breathing in the salt, sun and sweat on the skin next to his lips, Kyle pulled Sean's swim trunks down far enough to free his cock.
“Now,” Sean urged, tugging Kyle's head forward.
Kyle licked his lips and wrapped them around the head, stroking with his tongue. Sean groaned and thrust farther into Kyle's mouth, pushing his way to the back of Kyle's throat.
Kyle swallowed and tried to catch his breath as Sean pressed in again, fucking his mouth.
“Suck me, please, Kyle.”
If he'd had breath—and hadn't had a mouth full of cock—Kyle would have joked, “Trying to, chulo,” but he was glad he couldn't. He didn't want anything to break the spell of Sean like this, so desperate for him that they couldn't even make it back to the room.
He wanted to open his mouth, his throat, take Sean deeper than he'd ever done, suck him until he sucked Sean's spine out through the cock that filled his mouth. He had the rhythm now, a little sloppier than he wanted, but Sean was snapping his hips forward too fast for technique. Precome splashed salty slick against the roof of his mouth.
I got you, papi, he thought.
His hands gripped Sean's hips, not to slow Sean's thrusts but for balance. Kyle's fingers brushed the rough spot just above Sean's hip, a sand burn from a wipeout body surfing yesterday. Kyle shifted his hold.
“Want more, God. Gotta fuck you.” Sean yanked on Kyle's hair hard enough to sting and pulled him off.
That would not be a problem at all. “Okay.” Kyle rocked back and pushed to his feet, taking a few unsteady steps toward the stairs.
Sean grabbed him from behind, pushing him to his knees on the first stair tread. “Now.”
Kyle's dick had been a hot spike trapped in the mesh of his swim trunks. With Sean yanking his trunks down over his ass as he pressed him forward onto the stairs, it felt like someone lit the tip on fire.
“Jesus, here?”
“Fuck yeah.”
Sean had Kyle's trunks off one leg, enough to push Kyle's knees apart on the step. Kyle braced his forearms on another step. He tried not to think about the fact that anyone could come around to the back of the building—or just walk out on the porch of the house next door. Tried not to think about the absence of lube or the presence of sand. Sean's mouth found that spot under his ear. Kyle's back arched and his thoughts blurred, forgetting everything but the press of that body into his.
“Still not fucking around?” Since they stopped using condoms last year, they asked each other that every time as a joke, but the way Sean growled it now, like he'd tear him apart if Kyle said yes, sent another impossible pulse of blood to his dick.
“No.”
“Good. Suck on my fingers, babe.”
They really were going to do it here, quick and dirty like a couple of teenagers, a fact that scared Kyle as much as it turned him on.
He opened his mouth for two fingers, soaking them with all the spit he could manage.
“That's it, babe.”
Kyle's blood pumped hot and thick, in his cock, in his ass, heat he could feel in his belly, his spine, the tips of his ears.
Sean yanked his fingers free, and Kyle braced himself with a tight grip around the stair tread under his fingers, his eyes staring at the ground between the open slats of the stairs, at the brown and white pebbles that filled the backyard.
Sean's teeth sank into the back of Kyle's neck just as those fingers slammed into his body. The first penetration always burned, and going hard and fast like this had Kyle clenching his teeth against a groan of protest. But Kyle was so turned on the sting turned sweet in a few thrusts, and he rocked back.
Sean's fingers left him as roughly as they'd gone in. Kyle glanced back over his shoulder, trying to see some trace of his usually playful lover in Sean's face. Sean eyes were alight with an intent and need that kicked Kyle's own hunger out of control.
Coming soon!
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