For
today’s Sizzling Sunday post, I’ve got an intensely erotic,
X-rated excerpt from my latest release, a sci-fi, MM romance entitled
The H-Gene.
About
the Book
When
love is forbidden, the whole world’s a prison
After
a gay plague killed millions and sparked brutal riots, the Guardians
locked up all H-positive men in remote quarantine camps – including
Dylan Moore. H-negative guard Rafe Cowell blames the lust he feels
watching prisoner 3218 on loneliness and isolation. When he finally
meets the young queer, he discovers that Dylan is brilliant, brave,
sexy as hell — and claims to be in love with Rafe.
Excerpt
“Relax,”
said Dylan. “Sit down.” He seated himself on the bench, the
polished wood cool against his bare buttocks. Like an automaton, Rafe
did the same. The black man kicked off the biohazard gear. For a
moment they simply stared at each other.
Dylan
felt his nipples tighten and his cock lift under the guard’s
scrutiny. It really was lucky the guy was so attractive. It made
everything easier.
He
could read the emotions shuttling across Rafe’s face. Hell, the guy
was an open book. The anger was mostly gone. Now fear, guilt and lust
battled it out on those noble features. Dylan sat quietly, holding
Rafe’s eyes, his own cock growing harder with every passing second.
Rafe’s nostrils flared. He
breathed through his mouth, panting as though he was running a
marathon. His gaze flicked down to the rod of flesh rearing up from
Dylan’s groin.
“What
do you want?” he asked finally, his voice almost a whisper.
“You
know what I want. You.”
He
leaned forward, brushing his lips across Rafe’s. The other man
started. Dylan seized the guard’s shoulders and pulled him into a
fierce kiss. Rafe did not resist. In fact, he opened his mouth to
allow Dylan’s questing tongue inside.
Exultation
flared in Dylan’s heart. Still devouring the guard’s mouth, he
slid his hands down Rafe’s massive biceps and then over his solid
chest, pulling at the Velcro that kept the shirt closed. The guard’s
skin was smooth, warm, and moist with sweat. Dylan’s fingers
skimmed over the patch of tight frizz between Rafe’s breasts, then
fastened on one fat nipple. Rafe gasped, grabbed Dylan’s head, and
deepened the kiss.
This
was almost too easy. Dylan cupped the huge bulk of Rafe’s erection,
trapped inside the tight trousers. “I want to see you naked,” he
said, close to Rafe’s ear. “Please, baby…”
Rafe
abruptly broke the embrace. Damn. Had he moved too fast for the
homophobic guard? Rafe turned his broad back to Dylan and shucked off
his shirt. Dylan licked his lips at the sight of the muscles shifting
in that sleek, chocolate brown expanse. Rafe kicked off his boots
then yanked his pants down to his ankles. Finally he peeled off the
gloves and tossed them onto the concrete floor.
When
he faced Dylan again, his eyes were glowing coals. His cock rose like
a pillar of basalt between his powerful thighs. His abdomen rippled
as he sucked in breath. He was magnificent, like some ancient god.
Dylan wanted to worship him.
Sinking
to his knees in front of the naked guard, Dylan kissed the glistening
bulb of that formidable cock, tasting soap and sweat. He was about to
swallow as much of that engorged length as he could manage when a
heavy hand gripped his skull.
“No,” Rafe commanded. “On the
bench. On your hands and knees.”
Dylan
hastened to obey, his lust almost smothering his sense of triumph. He
presented his rump for Rafe’s inspection, spreading his thighs as
much as he could, given the width of the bench. His cock twitched
when Rafe palmed one buttock. He nearly came when the man spread
those cheeks, exposing his rear hole. He held himself still,
struggling for control, as Rafe ran a spit-moistened finger up and
down his crevice.
He’d
be tight. It would hurt. Nobody had taken him there since Miguel had
died, years—centuries—ago. And Rafe was so huge—but Dylan knew
he could bear it, for the sake of his plan. In fact, the thought of
that enormous cock ripping into him made him harder than ever.
Dylan
expected violence. Based on their last encounter in the control room,
he expected the guard to force his way into Dylan’s ass. He was
astonished when, instead, he felt the wet prodding of the other man’s
tongue wriggling against his sphincter. The slick pressure sent
tendrils of electricity spiraling through him to tighten around the
base of his cock. After a blissful while, the tongue was replaced by
a careful digit pressing into his hole, circling, massaging, luring
him to relax. He arched back, opening himself to the second finger
that Rafe had inserted. Rafe pushed deeper, spreading his fingers to
stretch the ring of muscle. Every movement transmitted itself to
Dylan’s cock.
“God,
that feels good!” he moaned. “More. Please!”
Rafe
did not speak. Dylan heard him spit. The probing fingers were
replaced by a rounded mass Dylan knew was Rafe’s cock head. The
guard rubbed the bulb back and forth over the loosened entrance.
Dylan shivered at the sensations. The man was driving him crazy.
Steady
pressure built at his rear entrance. Dylan’s muscles screamed in
protest as Rafe’s cock breached him. Then, in the wake of the pain,
pleasure rushed in, full and deep, as deep as Rafe’s prick buried
in his ass. Dylan clenched around the invading bulk, reveling in the
sensation of being filled. Rafe pulled partway out, then slid
smoothly back in to the hilt. Dylan felt the weight of the other
man’s balls swinging against his butt cheeks. Oh, God, it was good,
so good…
Dylan
sank down onto his elbows, elevating his ass and allowing Rafe to
plunge deeper. The guard thrust steadily, hard but not too hard,
exactly the way Dylan craved. A big hand reached around his hips and
squeezed his cock. He whimpered, overcome by the pleasure.
“You
like that, boy?”
Dylan
knew he didn’t need to answer. He wasn’t sure that he could. He
felt fingernails scoring his butt flesh as Rafe picked up the pace.
The guard rammed his cock into Dylan’s hole, again and again, each
stroke more savage than the last. But Dylan was ready now, warmed up,
loose and hot and hungry for whatever the guard dished out.
Get
your copy today!
Barnes
and
Noble
–
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-h-gene-lisabet-sarai/1137338272?ean=2940164186050
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