This excerpt is from my sci fi erotic romance Quarantine, which was a 2012 Rainbow Awards finalist. The lip-to-lip kiss is pretty brief, but there's plenty of orality of another sort!
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“Urgh…”
Dylan released a groan that turned into a cough. His eyelids
fluttered open. “Rafe…” he whispered. “You found me.”
“Damn
straight I did. You think I was going to just let you go and be some
white honcho’s sex slave?” Rafe hid his concern in gruffness.
Dylan looked really ill.
“But
how—?”
“Never
mind. We’ve got to get out of here.” Rafe pulled out a penknife
and began sawing at the leather ankle-cuff.
“Um…I
don’t know if I can move just yet.” A shadow of Dylan’s usual
cheeky smile flitted across his face. “Anyway, Kevin won’t be
back until tonight.”
“Kevin?
You’re on a first name basis with the prick?” Rafe halted his
attack on the cuff to glare at Dylan. All his insecurities came
flooding back. “Did he fuck you?”
“No,
no… I told him no, Rafe.” Dylan voice was edged with anxiety.
“And
he listened to you? When he had you hogtied and at his mercy? You
expect me to believe that?” A haze of red clouded Rafe’s vision.
“A slutty little perv like you? I saw you in his eP rig, humping
away—”
“It’s
true, baby.” With obvious effort, Dylan pushed himself to a sitting
position and held Rafe’s accusing gaze. “I won’t say he didn’t
touch me. And I won’t claim I wasn’t tempted, especially when it
seemed like it might help me get away. But I told him I belonged to
you. Honestly, Rafe. He said you’d been captured, but I refused to
listen.” Dylan’s eyes had a liquid gleam. “I’m so grateful
you’re okay. I was worried…”
“You
think you were worried?” Rafe leaned in, raised Dylan’s chin and
claimed a kiss. The familiar taste scattered his negativity. “Oh,
God! I thought I’d lost you forever.” He sealed the other man’s
mouth with his once more.
Dylan
seemed to draw energy from Rafe’s body. His fingers scrabbled at
Rafe’s belt, pulling out the tail of his shirt, pushing it up to
expose Rafe’s chest, stroking the knotted fur between his breasts.
A gentle twist to Rafe’s nipple sent pleasure shuddering down to
his groin. Already his cock was thickening in his jeans. A quick
glance revealed that despite his recent eP-fuelled orgasm, Dylan was
hard and ready, too.
“Wait,
we can’t… Someone’s going to come and find us…” Rafe
protested, even as his swollen cock sprang into Dylan’s eager hand.
“I
can’t wait,” Dylan replied, dipping his copper-crowned head to
run his tongue down Rafe’s length. Dylan’s mouth closed over
Rafe’s flesh and sucked him with a force he felt at the bottom of
his balls. He wanted to let go, just pour out all his frustration and
fear into that hot, wet, muscular cavern. Dylan plunged up and down,
swallowing Rafe’s stalk to the root on the downward stroke,
swirling an agile tongue around the bulb on the way up. It was
heaven. He couldn’t believe how much he’d missed this. Less than
twenty-four hours without his boy, and it had felt like weeks.
He
jerked his pelvis, driving his rod down Dylan’s throat. The other
man took everything he dished out, as he always did. The pleasure was
so intense Rafe could hardly stand. Any minute and he’d come,
filling that clever mouth with his jizz. Already there was that
tightness that told him he was about to unravel.
All
at once, it wasn’t enough. He wanted to give as well as take.
Dylan
whimpered when Rafe pulled away. His cheeks smeared with saliva, his
lips red and swollen from the force of Rafe’s thrusts, Dylan looked
so hot that Rafe almost shot right then and there.
“Lie
down,” Rafe commanded, pushing his lover back against the coverlet.
The smell of sex was all around them, making him harder and hornier
than ever. He climbed onto the bed, his back to the headboard, and
straddled Dylan’s face. “Open.”
Dylan
didn’t need to be told what to do. With obvious glee, he swallowed
Rafe’s rod once more. Meanwhile, Dylan’s cock bobbed in front of
Rafe, pale and rock-hard. The fact that Dylan had come, explosively,
perhaps ten minutes before, made no difference. Rafe felt a weird
sense of pride, that he could inspire such lust in the other man.
He
stretched out in the direction of Dylan’s bare feet, lowering his
body on his arms as though he were doing push-ups. Ignoring the ache
from his climb, he extended his tongue and gathered a salty drop of
fluid from Dylan’s shiny knob. Dylan quivered beneath him and
sucked with more energy than ever.
Rafe
rammed his prick into Dylan’s mouth, seeking heat and wetness.
Meanwhile, he opened wide and engulfed his lover’s cock, sliding
his lips down the length. The taut skin was velvety and smooth. He
thought he could feel Dylan’s pulse against his tongue. He licked
at the warm, ripe flesh. It felt so alive, so full, ready to burst.
He’d
never tasted a man’s cum, but he wanted to now. He rocked his hips
up and down, letting Dylan feast on his meat. Meanwhile, he suckled
the other man’s organ, mimicking the tricks Dylan used, that he was
using now, in fact, to drag Rafe to the very edge of control.
Pleasure welled up and threatened to overflow, but Rafe didn’t plan
to come yet. No, he needed to hold on until he made Dylan shoot. It
was a matter of honour.
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