STORY EXCERPT

Sky

“What about me?” he asks, glancing around as if there could possibly be witnesses to our stumbling, bumbling meet cute at this ungodly hour.

“You’re doing the Walk of Shame, aren’t you?” I practically giggle.

“Walk of what now?” Jay is bluffing, stalling for time. Even I can see the sudden blush race to cover his chiseled features.

“Bro, your shirt is on backward,” I inform him, tugging at one sleeve to feel the feverish heat coming off of his taut little body.

“No way!” he insists, only to glance down and then over his shoulder comically. “Shit, it so totally is.”

“Your socks don’t match, either,” I point out teasingly. “Your fly’s unzipped and is that…”

I swipe a hand across his stubbly hairdo, damp from exertion. Across my palm is a smattering of grass cuttings, dry and brown. “Grass?”

“It’s dark out here,” he harumphs, as if that explains his obvious sluttery. “I may have stumbled.”

“Yeah,” I snort, following as he begins to walk slowly away from the scene of the crime. “Stumbled climbing out of Chuck’s window, that is.”

He freezes in mid-step. “Were you watching me?” he gasps.

“Gross,” I snap. “I may have insomnia but I’m not a stalker! Give me a little credit, will you?”

“So then,” Jay stammers. “How did you… I mean…”

“Bro, everyone knows about Chuck Gladstone’s always open window policy. Dude’s a bonafide man whore. Relax, okay?”

He looks vaguely crestfallen. “Everyone but me, apparently.”

We pause at the top of the deserted street, lingering near the stop sign as if we’re the last two people on earth. “But wait,” he reasons, the lightbulb finally going off over his head. “Have you? I mean… made use of that particular, uh, policy?”

“Not personally,” I admit, regret tinging our late-night meet cute. “But I’ve heard about it plenty of times from Thora and her crew. Though I have to admit…” I risk another flutter of fingertips along the sleeve of his shirt. “Until tonight, I’m pretty sure it was reserved for, you know? Girls only?”

He blushes wickedly again, lips extra puffy and bruised. From making out, perhaps? Or maybe even something decidedly a little more south of the, uh… Equator, so to speak?

“Do you always jog this late?” Jay asks abruptly as, just as abruptly, he starts to walk down his street.

I follow him because when I don’t, he glances back over his shoulder with a “let’s go, you big sweaty dipshit” kind of smile. “Not ever,” I insist. “But for some reason? Tonight? I just couldn’t sleep.”

“Why not?” he asks innocently as I quickly catch up. Jay might be an athlete extraordinaire, but my long legs make short work of his little ones.

“I dunno,” I tease, nudging his hip with mine and feeling the aftershocks all the way in my aching loins. “Some kind of spider sense told me my two friends were hooking up a few streets away.”

“We weren’t,” Jay begins half-heartedly. “I mean, it wasn’t like, we didn’t mean to, it just…”

“So you were hooking up with Chuck?” I snort-giggle, slapping Jay on his taut little arm.

“I thought you knew that already,” he admits sheepishly as we inch closer to his tidy little ranch house toward the end of Palm Court.

“I suspected it,” I tease him, suddenly getting a waft of good old sex scent from his glowing skin. “But now you just confirmed it.”

“Are you mad?” he asks, sliding his delicate hands in his front pockets.

“Hell no,” I insist. “I’m happy for you, really. I kind of thought that might happen when I saw you two share that kiss back at the party.”

He pauses near his lawn, the house dark and quiet beyond the dimly lit sidewalk. “Can I ask you a question?”

I stiffen. “Sure, shoot.”

“Do you like Chuck?”

I snort because it’s so insecure! And cute and adorable and sweet and also? So insecure!

ADULT EXCERPT

Sky

“Show me,” I command saucily, challenging him with big, hungry eyes.

“Do what now?” He’s so charmingly boyish, nodding back at me as if he has a choice. “But you said, if I told you my truth, you’d be the one to get bare.”

“Oh, I will,” I promise him breathily, wriggling closer on the couch as if to prove it. “Just as soon as you show me what you’re covered in, Jay.”

He cocks one eyebrow even as he reaches for the hem of his shirt. “That… sounds like two dares for me and none for you.”

“What can I say?” I tease, inching closer to drag my fingertips up his nearest thigh. “I’m not really good at following the rules.”

Jay doesn’t say anything to that. No snappy comeback or smirking sex talk. He merely lifts his shirt, smooth torso aglow from the light he’d left on in the kitchen while he’d been grabbing us both a beer. Dragging it over his head, I admire his shaven armpits and lean, wiry arms. He tosses the shirt aside, onto the coffee table near our beers.

No going back now, I think to myself, swallowing hard as I stand abruptly, only to take two steps until I’m right in front of him. “Hmm,” I mutter out loud, leaning in provocatively until I’m mere centimeters from his face. “This requires a closer look.”

His hands grip the edge of the couch cushion beneath him. His lips gently part. I wink and glance down at his chest, the smears and splatters of his recent hookup right there for the whole world to see. “Is this yours, do you think?” I ask, running a finger through the slick, thin icing gathered along the puckered ridges of one puffy nipple. “Or his?”

“H-h-hard to tell at this point,” he stammers, eyes nearly leaping from his head as I sink to my knees on the thick carpeting in front of him. I slide my finger in my mouth, shivering at the taste of such fresh, sticky boy batter, still tangy and slick on my tongue as I savor my spontaneous wickedness.

I slide my finger from my lips, admiring its glistening tip. I drag it through another swath of fresh jizz and hold it up in front of Jay’s beaming face. “Wanna taste?” I purr.

He smirks almost uncertainly, if one can possibly do so, that is. “Not to brag, but… been there? Sucked that? Remember?”

“Oh, right,” I snicker, extending the finger closer just the same. “Probably gonna taste a little different with my finger in your mouth, though, huh, stud?”

He gulps, leans forward and sucks my finger clean. The sensation is divine, my own little vacuum cleaner mouth, just there for the taking as his lips cling to my finger, cheeks hollowing as he sucks it clean—and then some.

“You’re right,” he mutters, licking his lips after I slide the finger free, admiring its gleaming wetness in the dim kitchen lighting from over my shoulder. “It does taste different.”

“I wonder,” I muse aloud, resting back on my haunches as I settle in for the show. “If my mouth will feel different, too.”

He freezes, sitting there stiffly as I unbutton his soft checkered shorts. “Sky, you don’t… I didn’t mean…”

“I want this, Jay,” I insist over the sound of his zipper lowering. “You think I was out there running up and down your street because I’m some kind of health nut?”

“But don’t you… I mean…” He wriggles on the couch cushion as I struggle to tug his pants free. “You’re still dressed.”

“It’s sexy that way, sometimes,” I insist, noting the thin trail of carefully tended pubic hair extending upward from the base of his straining cock. “Don’t you think?”

Our eyes meet as I tug the shorts down over his knees. “There’s nothing about you that’s not sexy, Sky.”

“Smooth talker,” I grunt, tugging his shorts down to his sneakers and leaving them there, locked around his ankles so he can’t escape. I tease his thighs wider, admiring the glistening sheen of his smooth, shapely balls. “Smooth shaver, too, I see.”

He gasps aloud as I cup them in my left hand, arching his back as if to give me closer access. “It’s sexy that way, sometimes,” he teases, repeating my words back to me and winking as I squeeze them tight. “Don’t you think?”

“Cocky fucker,” I grunt, tugging his balls gently as my right hand slowly takes hold of his stiff cock. “How on earth are you up for more?” I marvel, stroking his ego as slowly as I stroke his pretty little cock. It’s shapely, petite, smooth and veiny and I already know it’s going to fit perfectly inside my shameless, wicked little mouth.

“I… I have no idea,” he admits, sliding his arms along the back of the couch as if getting ready to watch his favorite show on TV and not, you know, get serviced by some random stranger out for a fake jog in the middle of the night. “I’ve never… none of this has ever happened to me before.”

“Kind of like a Christmas miracle.” I sigh, breathing hot and long across his glistening shaft as it leaps and throbs in my gentle grip. “Funny,” I inject, my hand gliding smoothly over his pre-lubed cock as he endures a whole body shiver that highlights every sharp edge and soft curve of his lithe little body. “Are you always this hard and wet?”

He winks and thrusts gently into my slick, creamy grip. “Like I said,” he insists, eyes full of challenge and growing cockier with every thrust. “No time for a shower.”

“Lucky me,” I growl, swirling the tip of my tongue along the puckered ridge of his cock tip, tasting the same essence and spunk as I’d licked off his hard, taut chest. He grunts and, no time like the present, I inhale the head of his prick, slurping it deeply inside my craven mouth as his body goes rigid on the living room couch.