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.
Don't forget to leave a comment. And if you don't win - the book is only 99 cents at all outlets between now and the end of October, as part of my Month of Magic promotion!
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