Sizzling Sunday: Necessary Madness - #paranormal #gayromance #SizzlingSunday

 

For today’s Sizzling Sunday, I have a long excerpt from my MM paranormal erotic romance Necessary Madness.

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Blurb

Nineteen year old Kyle sees visions of disasters, visions that tear his world apart. Everyone assumes that he is schizophrenic, but Rob, the cop who picks him up off the street, knows better. Rob's own experience has taught him that psychic powers are real, and potentially devastating.

Since his telepathic sister's brutal murder, Rob wants nothing to do with "gifted" individuals like Kyle. Yet he can't deny his attraction to the beautiful, tortured young man -- an attraction that appears to be mutual. When a brilliant, sadistic practitioner of the black arts lures Kyle into his clutches, Rob faces the possibility that once again he may lose the person he loves most to the forces of darkness.

Excerpt

Blackest night—no moon, no stars. A chill wind, rustling the piles of dead leaves and far away, the hoot of some bird swooping through the forest. Try to move, try to stand. Agony burns brighter than the sun, in the shattered leg crumpled underneath your body. Clutch at the steel rails, slippery with blood. Terrible, total weakness.

A single eye shines in the distance, diamond white, cutting through confusion. The steel sings underneath your body. The beast growls, hurtling closer. You scream, of course you scream. Your cry is drowned by the thunder of the engine, the wail of the whistle. The rails shake, grow hot as live coals. The eye bears down.

“No! Help!” Kyle dragged himself out of the horrible dream just as the train hit. The headlight dimmed behind his eyelids, then flickered out. The roar of the engine gradually faded. He sat up in the unfamiliar bed, gasping for breath, his bare chest dripping with sweat.

The maple tossed in the autumn breeze outside the window. He heard a bump outside his closed door.

“Kyle? Are you okay?” Even through the door, Kyle could hear the concern in Rob’s voice.

“Yeah. I guess.” A twinge hit his left leg, the faintest ghost of the pain from his dream. “Come on in.”

His host sat on the bed, wearing nothing but snug white briefs. Kyle let his eyes travel over Rob’s sculpted chest, following the trail of blond hair that ran along his breastbone down to his navel. An impressive bulk pouched inside the BVDs. Kyle felt his own cock stir and thicken under the blankets.

“So it happens while you’re sleeping, too?” Tousled and bleary-eyed from his sudden awakening, Rob looked younger. He smelt of mint toothpaste.

“Sometimes. It’s different, though. In the waking visions, I’m a spectator, watching helplessly as disaster strikes. In my nightmares, I feel as though it’s all happening to me.”

“Have you tried sleeping pills?”

Kyle laughed grimly. “They only make it worse. There was one night at Worcester State where I screamed for three hours straight without waking up.”

“God, I’m sorry. I wish there was something I could do.” Rob shifted, turning more towards Kyle. The cop’s hands clutched compulsively at the bedspread. The lump in his shorts had grown.

Kyle remembered what he’d seen the day he’d awakened at St. Vincent’s. Himself, kneeling before Rob, sucking the cop’s dick. A wave of lust washed over him. He decided to be bold. After all, he had nothing to lose.

“There is. Hold me.”

“What?” Rob’s eyes widened.

“Climb under the covers with me. Put your arms around me.” Kyle flipped back the sheets, exposing his naked body to Rob’s hungry gaze. “Please, Rob. I’m so alone.”

“Are you sure?” Rob’s voice shook. The cop stared at Kyle’s rapidly hardening cock.

Kyle stroked himself. His cock swelled in his fist. “Do I look uncertain?”

Rob didn’t wait for a second invitation. Standing, he stripped off his briefs. His rigid, uncut rod sprang out from the stretchy cotton. Kyle’s mouth watered.

The older man stretched out beside Kyle and captured him in a brawny embrace. He was so warm. So strong. Kyle sighed, settling against Rob’s chest, his head on the cop’s shoulder. He tickled the fat nipples, flicking at them with his tongue. Rob shuddered with pleasure. He pressed his meaty thigh between Kyle’s legs.

Kyle’s cock slapped against his companion’s. Their erections rubbed together, the friction kindling delicious sparks. Kyle reached down and captured the other man’s iron dick, squeezing gently.

Rob gasped, then followed Kyle’s lead. He pumped Kyle’s cock in a firm, steady rhythm. The last vestiges of the nightmare melted away.

“Jesus, that feels so good!” Kyle lifted his chin to meet the cop’s gaze. Rob smiled as though he were in heaven.

“Yeah, it does…”

Kyle’s fingers just barely met as they encircled Rob’s shaft. He stroked thumb along the underside, then over the hood, already slick with pre-cum. He licked his lips, imagining the taste, then smeared the liquid along the stalk. The cock in his hand twitched and pulsed.

“Oh, yeah…Kyle…” Rob’s strokes grew faster and more erratic. Kyle followed suit, sliding his fist up and down, the cop’s foreskin stretching tighter with each moment as his cock continued to swell. Once more, Kyle remembered the vision, wondering if it would be possible to swallow such a huge organ. Or to take him inside—the notion was scary and incredibly exciting.

“Kyle, oh, fuck, uh…” Rob was reduced to grunts and moans. His eyes were screwed shut, his firm lips distorted in a grimace of pleasure. He arched against Kyle’s body, grinding himself into Kyle’s fist. Kyle squeezed harder, coaxing the cum up the shaft. Rob’s cock throbbed in his hand like a juicy heart. Kyle slid to the base and fondled the heavy balls, which were tightening by the instant. The cock jerked and trembled against his palm.

Kyle was close, too. For a moment, he allowed himself to really feel Rob’s talented fingers, pulling, massaging, every touch sending waves of delicious sensation surging through him. The man was so strong, so sure of himself, despite his earlier reticence. It has been so terribly long since anyone cared about Kyle’s pleasure.

Dizziness fluttered through him. The world lurched a little. No, not now, Kyle pleaded hopelessly. He felt the pressure build. He hung on the edge. Reality tilted, shimmered. No, no, no…

“Rob,” he moaned. “Look at me. Please…”

The cop heard, even through the fog of his lust. His eyes shot open and Kyle let himself go, falling into those luminous pools of blue. His cock exploded, his cum shooting out over both of their bellies. A train whistle wailed in Kyle’s head, but the world held, long enough for Kyle to feel Rob’s cock convulse and spew hot liquid all over Kyle’s fingers.

“Oh, baby,” Rob panted, fastening his mouth on Kyle’s. Kyle wallowed in the wonderful sensations. Heat and wetness, above and below. Rob’s tongue, Rob’s taste, Rob’s hard body pressed against him. 

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