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heat.
Those sensitive titties were red and swollen above the
leather, Dal's ass blazing against his thighs.
"Fucking gorgeous, baby." Bending Dal double, he brought
their mouths together, took the kiss he wanted, wild and
heated. And then took another before starting to thrust again,
the drag of Dal's flesh around his cock making him shudder.
Dal's hands stroked over his own belly, fingers rasping on
the leather, squeezing it just that much tighter. Dillon
groaned and thrust harder, his hand joining Dal's, sliding over
warm fingers and the beautiful leather. He'd never seen
anything like this man. Ever.
The little reddened nipples called to him and, bending,
Dillon took one of the clamps off with his teeth, tongue
lapping at the abused flesh as the blood came rushing back
into it.
Dal screamed, twisted, so alive and wanton as that fucking
ass squeezed his prick. Fuck, yes. Dal's ass was so hot
around him, and tight. So good. He moved slowly, thrusts
long and deep. He blew on one little red nipple, and then
sucked on it, loving the way Dal moved with each new
sensation.
"The other one. God. Do the other one." Demanding little
shit. Fuck, how he loved it.
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Dillon chuckled and blew on the other nipple. "I don't
know, it looks kind of pretty with that little gold clamp holding
it..."
"Don't make me hurt you." He could see Dal's heartbeat in
the motion of the clamp.
He chuckled again, the sound joining with needy breaths
that Dal took, each one moving the sweetly bound chest.
He made his lover wait another moment and then he
leaned in and removed the second clamp as well. Dal arched,
fingers moving to rub the poor bit of flesh, that ass working
his prick furiously.
He rode it out, hips moving with short, sharp movements
that matched Dal's frantic ones, just watching the beautiful
body move and writhe. Pale flesh, white corset like a part of
Dal...
"Please. Please, love. I. I need. You have to help me..."
"Have I ever left you wanting? For more than a few
hours..." He winked, but also wrapped his hand around Dal's
cock, stroking. The hot silk slid along his palm, the drops at
the tip spreading, slicking the way.
"A weekend once. I thought I would ... Oh. Oh." Dal's eyes
rolled back, hips pumping, cock raw and red in his grip.
He roared, the memory of that weekend suddenly sharp
and clear in his mind. His balls had ached for a full week after
that weekend. He tightened his hold on Dal's prick,
determined to bring his lover with him.
"Now, Dal. Or not until tomorrow." The words growled
from him as his fingers squeezed the red prick hard, his hips
snapping as he shot.
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"N ... now!" Dal convulsed, heat pulsing from that poor,
worked cock before Dal settled on the sheets, eyes rolling,
limbs limp as noodles.
Groaning, he pulled out and collapsed next to Dal. He
turned, rubbing the come into the leather that covered Dal's
fine skin.
"Beautiful," he murmured, nibbling at Dal's neck, nuzzling
and licking and enjoying the lassitude that filled him.
"Missed you, yeah?"
Warmth went through Dillon and he nodded, nuzzling
against Dal's neck, just breathing in the scent of skin and
leather and sex. "I know. I missed you, too." It had been
ages since they'd last seen each other, last done this. Too
long.
"Yeah, but we've got the weekend, yeah?" Dal wiggled a
little, hummed. "Room service, no phone, just us and the toy
box."
He nodded, fingers stroking Dal's leather covered belly.
"Fuck, yes. And I have such plans for that ass of yours and
the toy box. I promise you that."
"Mmmhmm." Dal nodded, eyes closed, nearly asleep, chest
just moving above the corset.
Perfect time to fill that sweet ass up and keep it ready for
him.
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Contributors' Bios
Rob Knight
Rob Knight, animal lover and avid reader of erotic fiction,
was thrilled to be able to gather the stories in the Shifting
anthology together in one book. Rob enjoys travel, pets, and
bad B movies, and hopes to edit more anthologies for
Torquere Press in the future. www.theknightwords.com/
Sean Michael
Often referred to as "Space Cowboy" and "Gangsta of
Love" while still striving for the moniker of "Maurice," Sean
Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his
immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day
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