My new baby, Boiling Point

EXCERPT FOR BOILING POINT.... NEW RELEASE AT RESPLENDENCE BY MIA WATTS

Fauna Harper’s roller bag snagged on the door frame of her office, causing her to pull harder, which made her heel twist and ankle bend the other way—a way it wasn’t intended to bend—to knock her knee into her leg, which buckled, making Fauna fling her hands up to protect herself as carpet rushed at her face in her headlong fall to the ground.

“Phunk!” She swore into the carpet.

“Long trip, sis?” Flora asked her.

Fauna arched her neck to look at her sleek twin. Her short black skirt, tailored, white silk blouse, and three-inch pumps were exactly opposite of Fauna’s outfit. Fauna’s pin-striped pants had been rumpled from sitting on an airplane for the past ten hours and the pink sweater shirt she’d worn sported a ketchup stain, coffee dribbles, and precisely three snags from her watch band.

Fauna righted the skewed black-framed glasses on her nose. She shoved back the strands of escaped hair which had fallen across her eyes in a tangle of thready black waves. Gathering her dignity, she pushed up and tried to brush off carpet lint.

Flora tucked a lock of hair behind Fauna’s ears.

“Thanks,” Fauna muttered.

“Don’t mention it.” Her eyes still danced with mischief. “You might want to clean up a little.” She glanced at her watch. “In like, the next twenty seconds.”

Dread cooled the pit of Fauna’s stomach. “Why?” she asked, drawing the word out.

“Because Mom made Sage hire someone from the faery realm, and he’s showing up any second. You know how they like to just appear.”

She felt her shoulders drop with relief. “Who cares? You appear randomly, too. Maybe he’ll have control over his abilities the way none of us do.”

“You’ll care,” she sing-songed as she righted Fauna’s suitcase and sashayed out of the office.

“Why?” Fauna called after her twin. It never boded well when Flora acted smug. Like the smile she just flashed Fauna. She huffed with exasperation when her question was met with silence. “Fine, be cryptic.”

She cared about her pants though. She made a sound of annoyance at finding a scuff on the knee, and it wasn’t until she took a step that she realized the heel of her shoe had broken…and snapped. Fauna toppled. Her hair flung back into her face, and she hit her hip against the desk. Hot hands caught her elbows righting her.

“Thanks,” she grumbled as she looked over at her rescuer. “It’s been a day.” She said expecting to see one of her brothers.

“Fauna,” he murmured, his voice thick, husky.

Her eyes widened, and traveled up a broad chest to wide shoulders, over the arrogantly angled jaw, perfectly symmetrical features, and into brown eyes that seemed to glow with tints of red, like lacquered mahogany.

“Oh.” Breath escaped her on that single non-syllable.

“So you’re Flora’s twin,” he said.

Those same dark notes shivered up her arms and instantly peaked her nipples into tight, ready buds.

“Yup,” she answered stupidly.

His brow furrowed in confusion. He blinked. “Where’d you go, sweetheart?”

What did he say? Oh, crap. She’d disappeared again. Of course the one time she wanted a man to look at her was the one time he couldn’t look at her. Damn faeries!

“Don’t mind Fauna. She always freaks out and disappears,” Her brother Sage said strolling into her office.

“I’m here,” she squeaked.

“See?” her brother offered as proof.

“Too bad. Such pretty green eyes hidden from view,” the man said.

Thank God she was invisible so he couldn’t see her blushing. Unfortunately, she wasn’t also mute and he did hear the pathetic sigh that slipped past her guard.

Sage laughed. “Remember how I mentioned that the Harpers don’t have control over the faery portion of their heritage?”

“Yeah.”

“Fauna’s is invisibility. She disappears without provocation, or with provocation. Actually, she just disappears a lot. Especially when there’s a hot guy around.”

The following thunk, grunt, and wince on Sage’s face gave the only indication she’d kicked him.

“Must’ve hurt,” the man teased.

“This doesn’t creep you out?” Sage asked.

“It’s a little out of the ordinary.” The man shrugged. “But I’ve seen some unusual things in my time. Saw a two-headed cat once.”

Sage laughed.

“Aren’t you the new faery guy who’s coming to work here?” Fauna asked.

“No,” Sage answered for him. “Bruce should be here any second. This is our new tech guy, Cooper.”

“Human?” Fauna asked.

Sage sighed like she’d asked a dumb question, but the sympathetic smile he tossed her direction softened the blow. “She’s not a big fan of the faery realm.” He gestured to her see-through space. “None of us are for obvious reasons.”

“So what abilities do the others have?” Cooper asked.

“I read thoughts, Dill freezes time, Flora transports herself, and Willow changes forms between wooden based objects. We’re a regular circus of disasters.” Sage held out his hand. “Good to meet you, Cooper. It’ll be nice having someone on the team who behaves normally.” “Now if Bruce would show up, we’d have our full faery contingent.”

Cooper shook her brother’s outstretched hand. “I’m just glad for the work.”

“So you’re not the faery guy?” she said, needing to hear it repeated. As much as she didn’t appreciate the faery sense of humor, it would really suck to find herself ridiculously attracted to one.

“I’m the faery guy,” another man’s voice said from behind her.

Cooper’s gaze searched over her shoulder, then came back her direction after he’d dismissed the other man. He held out his hand toward where Fauna had been standing. “Cooper Blank. I’m most definitely at your service.”

Fauna grasped the offered hand and drew it into shaking range.

“Nice of you to pop in,” Sage told Bruce tightly. “We like to use the doors around here. Why don’t you two follow me, and I’ll get you set up.”

“Awesome. You guys go on. I need to…um, I need to find myself,” Fauna offered.

“You know, some people say that, but in your case I actually believe you mean it,” Cooper teased.

“All right! We have an invisible faery chick?” Bruce asked.

Fauna dragged herself away from looking at Cooper to face the new poppin’-fresh-faery in her office. His dark brown hair spiked in several directions and he favored dark colors, including the gray shirt stretched across his slim musculature. Typical of faery physique, he was perfect and beautiful, and he made Fauna uneasy with his cocky head tilt and condescending smile.

“The chick is my sister and one of your bosses. Might not want to piss her off,” Sage suggested.

“Oh, I see,” Bruce joked.

“Nice. Haven’t heard that one before.” Fauna said. She wasn’t looking at Cooper, but she thought she heard him snort.

Sage motioned for Cooper and Bruce to follow him out. “Fauna’s surprisingly less shy when not visible.” He glanced back into her apparently empty office, then speculatively at Cooper. “That seems to be a new development.”

* * * *

A week later, Cooper was still trying to find a way to talk to Fauna when Sage and his brother, Dill, called them into the office for a meeting. It wouldn’t have been such a challenge before—Cooper wasn’t exactly the kind of guy that could be intimidated—but Fauna was still transitioning from another position downtown and her hours at Harper Security weren’t predictable.

Neither was the opportunity to actually see her. Sage hadn’t been kidding when he said she flipped between visible and invisible at random intervals. How did she maintain a regular job without mortals noticing?

There was her guardedness with anything involving faeries, too. Not with her siblings whom she seemed to come alive around, but Bruce. What kind of reception would Cooper get if Fauna didn’t like faeries? Would she give him half a chance, or chalk up his kind as another thing worthy of disdain?

It was the only hitch he could see in getting to know her. He’d have to work on her aberration toward the other realms. Cooper was proud to be an elemental. It wasn’t faery, but it was definitely magical. Would she object?

He sat in one of the large chairs opposite Dill and Sage. Sage studied him intently, a curious look in his eyes. The mind reader, Cooper remembered. He cocked a brow at Sage in question. Sage smiled, curiosity becoming amusement.

“It’ll be good for her,” Sage said quietly.

So he’d read his mind.

Fauna’s light step clacked on the wooden floors. She wove between the chairs and sat down in the only other empty one, next to Cooper.

“Sorry. I got stuck on a call,” she explained.

“That’s okay. I was just getting to know a little more about Cooper and his talents,” Sage told her.

Cooper eyed Sage warily.

Fauna glanced at Cooper.

“Good morning, Fauna.” Cooper winked.

Her eyes widened and suddenly she was gone. He couldn’t help but smile. Her disappearing act was going to make things a little tricky, but Cooper liked a challenge and he definitely wanted to get to know Fauna Harper.

What she didn’t realize was that as an elemental, particularly a fiery elemental, he could detect body heat without thinking about it. Where undoubtedly Fauna was invisible to everyone else around her, Cooper saw a shimmery golden representation of her. The cooler temperature of her clothing made them fade slightly, which gave Cooper a deliciously enchanting view suggesting curves and swells. Right now those tantalizing breast swells had distinctly distended tips, swollen with hot blood.

She’s turned on.

Fauna’s golden form shifted nervously in her seat. Her hand fluttered up to her cheeks, pressing presumably cooler fingers to it. She stared openly at him, her bottom lip clamped by a row of golden upper teeth.

Cooper made a point of looking away so she wouldn’t guess that he could see her. If staring at him and getting turned on accurately reflected what she’d want to do in private, he’d eagerly play along.

Sage choked on a laugh.

“There’s a whole lot of subtext going on here. How about we cut to the chase and discuss the job,” Dill recommended. “Or you can share with the class.” He looked pointedly at Sage who shook his head, still trying to hide his mirth.

“What job?” Fauna asked, tearing her invisible gaze from Cooper’s profile.

“The one you and Cooper are being sent on,” Sage told her. “Pack your suitcase again, sis. I need you and Cooper to fly to Posada, Texas tomorrow morning. You’ll be setting up security protocol to head off some vandals.”

“Texas? In summer? It’s like a furnace down there,” Fauna complained.

“You and Cooper can handle it, and I need to put him on a solo tech run. It’s a straight forward security job protecting the biology department of a small town college,” Dill explained.

“I love summer,” Cooper said. Even if added heat did have a tendency to overwhelm his libido circuits, he thought he was up for the challenge. He eyed the golden-girl. In fact, he thought he was up for a failed challenge, too. Either way, a couple of weeks in Fauna’s presence promised to be unforgettable.

excerpt: Mind F*cked m/m

Let's make this short and sweet, shall we? Mind F*cked releases October 27th from Resplendence. The first meeting when Sage is trying to read Joe's mind and realizes he not only can't, but he's unable to keep his own thoughts to himself.

The man’s smile faded, dimming the light in his eyes. Sage waited for a vision that didn’t happen.
“Well, have a good day,” the other man said. He turned toward the wall of urinals.

The sounds of the youth behind him streaking toward orgasm brought a weary sigh to Sage’s lips. He didn’t bother to look back. He was more interested in the man who thought nothing of him at all.

It wasn’t until Sage stood immediately behind him, while the man tucked himself away, that Sage realized he felt vaguely disappointed.

The man turned sharply. “Can I help you?”

“You don’t want to fuck me?” Sage asked incredulously. The words hit the air and Sage grimaced. “That didn’t come out like I expected.”“Really?” he drawled. He yanked his zipper with a harsh rasp and leveled Sage with a deadpan look of mild-irritation. “You mean that’s why I’m standing at a urinal pissing? I secretly wanted some stranger to come along and take it as a hint? Gee, and all these years I’ve been dangling my cock over the wrong receptacle.”

excerpt: She's Got Balls

by Mia Watts
Releasing November 17th from ResplendencePublishing.com

“Don’t forget to tuck ’em, sweetheart.” Agent Jennings slapped Chris Tarpington’s shoulder. “God, I love fresh rookie meat.”

Chris tried to smile good-naturedly, but really he wanted to storm out of the sector office and slam things.

“What are you complaining about? Your first op and you get to go undercover with the local police farce,” Mathis shouted after Chris, not even trying to cover his booming laughter.

“Swing your hips, Tarp. Hold your chest out,” Jennings coached, joining in.

I’m going to fucking annihilate this case, Chris thought. No fucking way would he be humiliated on his first big assignment by dressing in drag. The detective assigned with him would have to take that honor. He smiled in grim determination.

Clutching the case file in a white knuckled grip, he stormed through the office to the public area and the conference room where his new partner waited. Some of the desk jockeys snortled as he walked by. He shot them each personally designed death glares.

“You’re the big guy now, aren’t you Tarp?” one of them mocked as he passed. “Or is that big gal?”

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch,” another of Chris’ old co-workers quipped. “Those big girl panties can bind.”

By the time he got the conference room, his shoulders felt tight. God, what a nightmare. Chris steeled himself with a deep breath and brushed the blond strands, obscuring one eye, off his forehead.

He almost snorted. Detective Vincent Pilk didn’t know it yet but the tables were gonna turn. Detective Pilk would be wearing the dress through this op and Chris would let him think it was an honor to do it. With a new plan firmly lined up, he swept into the conference room to tell Pilk how things were going to be.

“Aw, shit!” Plans crashed into a heap and spontaneously burst into flame. This? This was Detective Vincent Pilk? A man whose name inspired visions of protruding Adam’s apple, knobby knees, and sailor suits? “Damn it! You’re a fucking bull.”

Broad shoulders, dark curling hair, and a tight ass turned slowly, with a demeanor of being inconvenienced. Pale blue eyes zeroed in on Chris with laser intensity as mocking dark brows rose in arrogance. Full, chiseled lips quirked upward higher on one side than the other. All together he looked to be patiently amusing Chris’ perusal, taking his initial assessment in stride.

There was no way on God’s green Earth a man with the shoulder span and arm size of Vincent Pilk could put on a dress. Wide chest narrowed to lean hips and a runner’s legs. And two hundred twenty or forty pounds of red-blooded American linebacker physique swallowed Chris’ five foot, eleven height and slammed it down with another six inches, easy.

“How the hell do you detect anything without being spotted?” Chris wondered aloud. He circled the Detective, shaking his head. “You’d make one fugly woman.”

Pilk folded his arms across his chest, looking more immovable by the second as his smile disappeared. Amusement still twinkled in his blue eyes set in the olive complexion of pure Italian heritage complete with high cheekbones, square jaw, and what looked like a permanent five o’clock shadow. A pale scar curled from the side of his bottom lip toward the point of his chin and stopped just shy of a barely noticeable cleft. Chris would have to be an idiot to force the dress issue.

“Is this a set-up?” Chris laughed suddenly realizing the sector guys had pulled a good one on him. “It’s a fucking set-up. Shit, for a minute there, I thought you were my ops partner. I mean, shit, what were they thinking, right? I could just see you tottering around in red heels and talking about your latest casserole recipes.”

Tears streamed from the corner of Chris’ eyes. He slapped his hip and peeled in another round of laugher.

“Oh, God, this is amazing!” Chris wiped his eyes and shook his head to show he was duly impressed. “You’re amazing. I mean, God, look at you. A gigantic body-guard with attitude is just what I need in a fucking wife. Damn, I sure as hell wouldn’t fuck you in a dress, Vincent.”

The breath slammed out of his body. Chris’ feet dangled off the floor and two meaty fists wadded his shirt as the wall pressed unforgivingly against his shoulders and head. “What the fuck?” he gasped.

Pilk’s stony face, and inch from Chris’ nose, snarled. “You’re a foulmouthed asshole who talks too much. You’re careless and stupid and you will never, ever, ever call me Vincent again.”

Chris’ eyes widened. “Sure, okay,” he gasped.

“My name is Vin, are we clear rookie?”

“Clear,” Chris’ voice came out strained and wispy. “Can I come down now?”

Beginnings

Here's the opening of my very unedited Melting Melinda short story for Total-E-Bound. My editor has not yet seen this, and I'm awful at self-edits. But, here's my current project: A cougar story for an anthology about older women and younger men.

Melting Melinda
Out January in an Anthology by TEB

What can I do to make you come?” Ethan asked, his voice low and teasing.

Melinda George rolled the stemmed water glass between her fingers. Moisture glistened like tempting diamonds on crystal. One clear drop slipped down and splatted on the web of skin between her finger and thumb.

She stared at it intently. So much easier than meeting Ethan’s gaze across the linen laid table. She licked her lips wishing she could twist his words into a flirtatious come-on, but she couldn’t. Not with Ethan. Not with her best friend’s son.

“Nothing,” she answered, finally. “Your mom already tried to talk me into going but I just can’t.”
“But you love the beach house.”

Melinda glanced around the restaurant, begging Karen to hurry up and get there. Waiting in the romantic setting, across from Ethan, tempted every womanly cell in her body.

Off limits, Mel. Way off limits. Hurry up, Karen, before I eat your boy alive.

She chanced a look at him and nearly groaned. “Uh, stuff. Just, you know, stuff to do and things.”

Ethan’s slow smile melted her insides. “Stuff and things? Sounds really important.”

Care to share the first few lines of your current project?

Expert 2: Sex Ed (R)

Sex Ed, short for anthology Hot for Teacher, TBD from Resplendence. (unedited clip)
The following is protected by Copyright 2009. Any recreation or use of this excerpt in part or in whole is subject to copyright laws and punishable to the full extent of the law.

(Mina's point of view) The emotional capacity to love and achieve sexual fulfillment to such heights staggered her. Would he be able to detach himself easily? Move on to the next conquest? Next lab exploration of female orgasm?

Oh God, just the thought of his hands on another woman made her want to throw up. But the other parts, his mouth in an intimate kiss, his body in a sexual dance over and inside another woman made her want to scream with frustration.

Mina hadn’t planned on going back to the office, but she arrived there. Her fingers held the doorknob to her unlocked office while her mind replayed other things she had touched and the strangled groans rewarding her curiosity.

Her nipples beaded and with a weak mewl, she released the knob and walked backwards into the wall opposite her door. The hallway, lit by dimmed alternating fluorescent panels, illuminated enough to vanquish shadows but not enough to suggest others were in the building with her.

She panted softly, imagining Derek’s hands on her body. She knew what it felt like now. Knew that he liked pinching her nipples as hard as she could bear, that he liked tasting her liquid arousal from the source, liked when she took his balls in her mouth and tongued his slit, liked nipping the backs of her knees.

Her panties dampened and she wondered why the hell she’d left him in her bed. She should be there now, tracing the underside of his thickly corded cock with her tongue and nibbling the rim around its head.

Unbidden her hands dragged up her body to cup her breasts. Through the thin silk shirt, she tugged her nipples as he had, imagining it was he who clasped the buds and pinched. Her thighs quivered. Snaking one hand down, she slipped her fingers inside her slacks, easing past the top of her slit.

She was weak for him. Incapable of thinking beyond him. “Derek,” she whispered, closing her eyes.

Her practiced fingers circled, dipped for moisture, and circled again with more pressure.

“Take it off,” he said. “Strip right here, in this hallway.”

She gasped. “Derek?”


He smiled wickedly. “You did call for me.”

“I left you at home.”

“And I followed. God what an erotic sight you make fucking yourself with my name on your lips.” He stepped up so she couldn’t mistake the lust in his eyes. Already his cock strained to claim her. “I said strip.”

Her lips parted as though to utter a refusal, but she drew out her damp fingers and unbuttoned her blouse. She let if fall to the ground. Dropping her pants, she then began to shimmy out of her green satin panties.

“Wait. Stop. Keep the heels on too.”

She looked at him from lowered lashes. A blush stained the tops of her cheekbones, but he’d seen the look before when he told her he meant to fuck her. She was turned on.

“Now then. Touch yourself. Pretend it’s me, love. Imagine your hands are mine and show me what you do in private.”

Mina locked eyes with him and slid her hand into her panties. He watched the satiny sheen of two fingers circling in secret. Then she drew them out, and wrapped her beautiful lips around them. Sucking off the liquid and tonguing between her fingers as he would have.

His cock throbbed. “Shit.”

“You like that?” she asked, turning the tables on him.

“Very much. Do it again.”

She did, circling, drawing out, sliding them between her full lips. This time she closed her eyes and moaned, licking her lips for added flourish when she’d withdrawn her fingers.

“You need to finish, Mina. I can’t wait much longer.”

“Don’t wait. Take,” she said.

“Not yet. Show me how you fuck yourself.”

Mina pouted but claimed her nipples with hard pinches and tugs. She cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples. Her breasts bobbed when she let go suddenly to rub down her stomach and her hand dipped inside her panties again. With one hand she pumped, with the other she lightly slapped her splayed body, gasping at the gentle strikes.

He wanted to see, damn it. Derek grabbed the scrap of fabric and ripped it off her. Her sex was puffy and red. She seemed to understand his curiosity and she slapped her clit again. It flexed, smited but swollen with the blood of arousal. Her fingers still pumped inside her and her angry clit begged for touching but her other hand had returned to her nipples to torture them with sharp twists.

His eyes locked on her swollen, red clit and her pumping fingers which jiggled it by virtue of stretching flesh beneath. “I thought you said you didn’t like it rough,” he whispered hoarsely.

“I haven’t before,” she gasped. “Oh, oh, I’m coming.”

Unable to resist, Derek pinched the swollen clit gently. Mina came, her hips trembled on the crest of the orgasmic wave until she sagged against the wall.

Note to self: "Mia, remember to by self leather riding crop."

M/M Excerpt (PG-13), Claimed by Darkness

Second excerpt for J. Mild M/M content.

Excerpt from Claimed by Darkness (Ellora's Cave release, March 4th)
The following excerpt is copyrighted 2009. No reproduction or forwarding of this material may occur without written permission from the publisher and the author. Unauthorized publication of this excerpt will be a violation of the copyright and is punishable but the full extent of the law.

Setup: Damien is a vampire. Rik, his human friend and roommate, has been bitten by a lycan. As Rik begins to change, his more uncontrollable urges surface along with his strength and animal need to dominate. There is blood in the air and Damien is smart enough to know Rik is not himself. Damien has also just explained that vampire biting is sexually charged and with the blood in the air, Damien's prone to act on those impulses.

Rik was silent for a minute. “What if you bit me but didn’t try to change me? Would the were virus hurt you?”
“Not at this stage. Weres and vampires live a cautious existence. We avoid them at full moons but otherwise they live normal humanlike lives the rest of the time. If you don’t want to get bitten, you don’t antagonize them to change between full moons. Hollywood has made them out to be a nightly menace. Very few rogues are out there. Speaking to the virus, we ingest the blood and while it does flow through our veins, the symptoms are different. It’s more of a power surge in early stages. My kind never drinks from a fully converted host. It would sicken us like slow poison and result in death.”
“So it’s a safe high to bite someone like me,” Rik concluded.
The blood coursing beneath the surface of Rik’s skin sounded like a dull roar to Damien. He could smell the slight change in his chemistry but it wasn’t unpleasant. “Yes.”
“Bite me,” Rik commanded softly.
“You lost a lot of blood. Biting you would serve no purpose except as a sexual experiment.” Damien growled. “You will be feeling enough discomfort as the were virus takes hold.”
Rik leaned forward. “I feel fine. Weres have healing properties too, don’t they?” At Damien’s reluctant nod, Rik continued. “Then bite me.”
Damien rose to his feet. The temptation was too great for him to stay in the same room. Rik’s eyes seemed to glow with an inner light. It made Damien pause to look again. Could he be changing so quickly? He turned from his human friend and walked to the door.
It was more instinct than sound which had Damien spinning as Rik pounced on him, throwing Damien against the wall. Rik grabbed his shirt front and snarled in his face. Were-yellow overlaid his blue eyes until they glowed fathomlessly green. Rik was turning faster than usual.
“Bite me.” Rik’s voice dropped to dark tones unlike his natural speaking voice. Like warmed velvet, it wrapped around Damien, and called to his soul.
Damien flashed his fangs in warning. He was already dancing on the edge of sexual predation. “I’m not fucking biting you, Rik. If I bite you now I’m going to fuck your brains out.” He shoved Rik off him, surprised by the unnatural strength in the man. Rik should be passed out or weak, not shifting and careless.
Rik caught his footing and charged again. This time he went for Damien’s throat. Damien deflected, barely. He hissed. Rolling, he pinned Rik to the closed bedroom door. A low growl rumbled from Rik’s throat.
Rik didn’t move but he eyed Damien warily as he drew his face close. “I’d. Fuck. You,” Damien said slowly, making sure Rik understood exactly what the dilemma was.
The were-human’s eyes went wild. “Fucking fuck me already, fucker.”
Damien considered it for a moment. Rik’s cock pressed its swollen length to his abdomen and as Damien debated taking Rik, finally, Rik’s cock pulsed. Damien groaned as every memory of tasting him secondhand flooded his senses. Rik’s pheromones were heady, his erection prepared for a thorough sucking. God, Damien wanted to. He wanted to take that length in his mouth, bite down and bring him off as Rik shot down his throat.
Instead he stepped away. “You don’t want that. You think you do but you’d be pissed when you returned to normal.”
Rik swiped out curled fingers, angrily scoring Damien’s chest. “Don’t tell me what I want, vampire.”
His chest stung from the strike. Damien leaped the distance. Holding Rik’s head roughly to the side, Damien dragged his teeth over Rik’s neck, teasing him. Slowly, he touched the tips to his artery, giving Rik a second to reconsider. Damien’s chest squeezed with need. His cock jerked and Damien sank into his neck.
Rik’s guttural cry of pleasure washed over Damien and he released Rik’s head to do as he chose. Damien didn’t expect Rik to bury on hand in his hair, to hold him in place against his neck. He didn’t expect Rik’s other hand to reach inside Damien’s jeans, wrapping his fingers around his aching penis.

M/F Excerpt: Sex Ed (R)

Two Excerpts for J. One m/f today, insight into a woman's psyche. One mildly m/m tomorrow-to show what was explained in comment, without putting him off.

Excerpt from Sex Ed (unedited from Anthology: Hot for Teacher, by Resplendence, TBD)
This work is under contract and copyrighted 2009. Any reproduction of this excerpt without written permission from the publisher and the author is subject to prosecution by the full extent of the law.

Setup: Dr. Link is a biology professor at university. Mina is a chemistry professor. Dr. Link runs a lab annually for those on a medical track regarding sexuality. In this instance, Mina is the concealed volunteer (face/identity concealed from class, not professor). The subject is the female organism and the body's physical response to sexual stimulation. Mina is tied to a lab table.

(Dr. Link talking)"Her body is aroused, slicking her labia and inner thighs. That is from the stimulation of her nipples alone.”
“Not exactly,” Mina said. The words came out before she could stop them.
“Explain,” he prompted, his voice dark, sexy.
Her body clenched in response. “It’s your voice and the people watching me splayed out for them, too.”
“Public exhibitionism excites you?” he asked.
“Almost as much as your voice,” she confessed.
“My voice excites you then?”
“It rumbles across my skin and settles between my legs.” Confession is good for the soul.
“The experiment is biased. We’ll have to stop,” he said.
“What? No, please don’t stop,” Mina cried.
“Class gather your things. You’re dismissed.”
Several minutes passed and the room was silent. Her bonds remained tight. Then finally, Dr. Link moved to her side. “I’d like to continue this experiment more privately. Do you have any objections?”
Mina shook her head. She could almost imagine the signature mischief lurking in the dark brown depths of his eyes and the blond hair falling over his brow. The picture of how she’d seen him every day did nothing to ease the pitch of arousal coursing through her.
“I need that out loud, for the record,” he prompted.
“No objection,” she answered.
“Good, I didn’t really want to share you with the class anyway. When you signed up though, there was no question I was going to accept your application over the others. Don’t think you’re getting off easy,” he laughed, “pardon the pun.”
“Will you take off the mask?”
“No,” he said darkly. “Suspense heightens arousal and I like having you where I do.”
She quirked a smile. There was something powerful in knowing he didn’t want to share her. Mina relaxed her hips, letting her legs fall completely open. It was the only control she had at her disposal and hearing his softly muttered oath for the arrogant submission pleased her.
“It’s fascinating the way the female body responds to touch.” He stroked his thumb over her nipple, then swished the nail over its puckered tip.
Mina gasped.
He dragged what felt like a feather down her sternum, the length of her belly to the open begging slit between her legs. She could feel her clit straining out to reach the ticklish tip even as her hips lifted off the table.
“Not yet, Mina. You aren’t ready yet.”
“I am.”
“No. We’re still in the experiment. I’m not arousing you, Mina. I’m arousing your body. You may want me, but we need to get your vagina achy and stinging before you’re allowed to come. Understood?”
If she’d been untied, it might have pissed her off to hear those words. But tied up, aroused, and listening to the thickness in his voice, she could sense the effect was mutual even if he wasn’t admitting it.