A little quick and dirty

Excerpt that is. *g*

RL is a bit hectic today with my family coming over. We’re going to the spring garden festival, an annual event in our community and something we all enjoy.

So instead of a blog post, I’m giving you a little taste of my WIP, an m/m contemp called Bound To Please. The book will be out some time this summer from MLR Press.

Here’s the blurb.

Jason doesn’t do monogamy, and as a much sought-after Dom he doesn’t have to, since on any given night he has his choice of potential playmates. So when he gets the chance to play with Benny, a sweet young thing who wants only to please him, it’s game on.

Benny tells himself that a chance to serve the sexy Dom is all he needs. But when the rules change and they’re playing for keeps, it’s love, not leather, that’s bound to please.

Copyright 2009 by Kimberly Gardner

Excerpt

Returning to the basement, Benny hesitated just outside the dungeon room. The door was cracked open maybe two or three inches. Had he left it like that?

Then he heard it, a few murmured words ending on a groan. His pulse accelerated and he leaned in and peered through the opening.

Sprawled in the director’s chair he himself had been sitting in before he left to answer Dante’s phone call, was Jason, head thrown back and eyes closed, his hair spilling over the canvas back of the chair. His long legs were spread and between them a figure knelt, like a supplicant with his head bent, though definitely not in prayer, not unless he was paying homage to the patron saint of blow-jobs.

One of Jason’s big hands cupped the back of Rain’s head, the fingers twined in the long blue strands. “Ah Christ, baby. Just like that. God, your mouth.”

Rain’s head bobbed. Up and down, up and down, up and down, the wet slurping sounds very loud, the only competition coming from Jason’s breathing and his murmurs of encouragement and praise for Rain’s skill.

Benny scanned the room beyond. Where the hell was Adam? Nowhere that he could see.

He should leave. Just back away, go back upstairs and let that blue-haired slut do his thing.

But something kept him rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to look away.

Jason groaned. His fingers fisted in Rain’s hair. Rain’s head was forced down, Jason’s hips bucked up.

Inside his jeans, Benny’s cock jerked. So much for getting rid of his hard-on.

Benny reached down and palmed his dick through the worn denim. Gripping his shaft he stroked, matching his pace to the movement of Rain’s head and the thrusting of Jason’s hips. From where he stood, he could just see Jason’s dick as it pistoned in and out of Rain’s mouth, the length gleaming with spit every time he pulled back. Rain’s cheekbones stood out as he sucked. His eyes were closed, the lashes long and dark against his pale cheeks.

“Open your eyes, baby.” Jason’s words came out a little breathless, the command ending on a moan as he raised his head and focused on the man sucking his dick. “I want to see you when I shoot my load down your throat.”

Rain pulled back and opened his eyes, his gaze locking with Jason’s.

Shit, could Rain see him from where he knelt?

No, He was just being paranoid. There was no way, not with the way the chair was turned and his mouth full of Jason’s cock.

Rain took Jason deep, making him moan. His fingers flexed in Rain’s hair.

Benny squeezed his prick and bit back a moan of his own. He jacked himself right through his jeans. God, he was going to come in his pants, but who gave a fuck. This was just too hot and he was just too fucking horny to care.

“Coming,” Jason gasped. His hips jerked and he thrust once, twice then the third time he shoved into Rain’s mouth and held himself there.

With a strangled gasp, Benny came, his dick throbbing and pulsing as he shot, wet heat soaking his underwear.

Rain pulled off of Jason’s cock with a soft pop. He smiled and licked his lips. “Mmm. Thank you master.”

Jason laughed a little breathlessly. Leaning forward, he reached for the man on the floor.

Benny stumbled back from the door. If Jason was going to kiss Rain, he didn’t want to know about it. There were just some things he didn’t need to see. And that was definitely one.

* This is an unedited excerpt, so all errors are my own.

Written by Kimberly Gardner

As early as the seventh grade, Kimberly remembers slashing her favorite rockstars and reading romance. So it’s not surprising that her two passions, romance and putting pretty boys with other pretty boys, should come together in her writing. Moliere said, “Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, then for a few close friends, then for money.” Kimberly is delighted to finally be doing it for money.
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