Sunday, June 14, 2015

GRIND

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Part of Nightshade Collection's Loving Day Collection. Other stories found at http://nightshadecollection.com/

Remember your bodies crushing together—remember your first grind?

Tonight Raider craved someone to assuage the ache in his loins and Blaze St. John certainly fit the bill.

Raider Ridgeway saw the gorgeous man enter the bar and figured what the hell. One night with the stranger would help him unwind before he left for a scheduled shoot in Las Vegas. It had been long enough, and as his assistant so eloquently put it—he needed to get laid. Five months of non-stop, globe-hopping photo shoots and whacking off had left him with a sore dick as well as raw nerves.

Normally, he’d spend a couple hours at the bar, occasionally he would talk to someone getting to know a little about him, but then he left alone. That wasn’t the case tonight. Raider had something special in mind, something he hadn’t done in months that didn’t involve leaving the parking lot unless he wanted to.

What Raider didn’t count on after leaving Blaze standing alone in the dark lot was his inability to forget the man and it went from bad to worse when he looked up from a hand of poker and spied the pretty white man watching him from across the room.

Excerpt:
Pulling his attention back to the present, he watched as Raider returned from the bar with two glasses holding brown liquid.
“Bourbon.”
“I’d rather have a beer.”
“And I’d rather not watch you perform fellatio on a bottle right now.” He noticed Raider adjust his big cock behind the denim material before he sat beside him and toed his shoes off. “What’s your last name?”
“St. John.”
“Is your family as hoity-toity as the name suggests?”
“You’re a real bastard.”
“Shit, kid, we established that fact in LA.” He finished his drink in one swallow.
“I’m not a kid.” Butterflies flitted through his stomach when Raider gently plucked Blaze’s dick. “Who hurt you?” Blaze recognized the same sound of remorse he’d often heard in the voice of another man he knew well.
Raider ignored his question and asked, “Do you know how beautiful you are?”
Blaze tilted his glass up and drained it allowing heat to suffuse his body. “I’ve been told.”
“Take the rest of your clothes off.” He squinted at Blaze as he pulled the band from his ponytail and shook it loose.
“Why?” He wondered if Raider knew what a handsome motherfucker he was. His brown skin shone under the soft lights and Blaze licked his lips struggling to stave off the desire to run his tongue across the man’s abdomen and shove his hands into his thick waves.
“Blaze St. John, if you’re going to question everything I ask you to do, this won’t go well.”
He would have described the smile as sardonic, but Blaze liked the way Raider’s lips curved. “Are you always this sarcastic?”
“You could stay dressed.” Raider shrugged, “But I want you naked.”
“Are you a control freak?”
“Extremely.” Once again, he plucked the head of Blaze’s cock. “I think you like it.”
“If I didn’t?” He eyed Raider closely.
“You do, so it’s pointless to discuss.” Reaching for the knot in Blaze’s tie, he added, “Nice tie. Would you prefer I undress you?”
Standing, Blaze removed his suit jacket one arm at a time and walked to drape it over the back of the desk chair. Make the bastard suffer. Blaze tugged the knot of his tie loose and slowly pulled it over his head. Spinning it around his finger a few times, he let it drop to the floor at Raider’s feet.
The only thing covering him now was the lavender shirt from which his glistening penis head peeked at Raider who reached up and ripped the buttons from their holes. “You were taking too long.”
Not letting it get the best of him, Blaze smiled and said, “That’s two you owe me.”
“Guess I better order another dozen.”
How would he pay for them? Going by the suite he resided in, there wasn’t a shortage of money in his life. “Are you a professional gambler?”
I play everything with the intention to win.

Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out. - jhalisteele

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