Thursday, December 16, 2010

NSFW -- beginning of m/m/f Roughstock novel

*grins*

If you have virgin eyes, cover 'em.

Not edited/proofed.

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The bed was a little too soft, but Adrian didn't mind. He had something warm and hard to curl up to, and he shifted closer to Packer, his traveling partner. That hard hip and wide chest gave him plenty of purchase to keep him from sinking into the mattress too far.

Smiling when Packer shifted closer, Adrian pushed a hand down the length of Packer's torso, loving the width of the fuzzy chest and the ridged beauty of the most underrated belly in bullriding.

He hummed, wrapping his fingers around Packer's rising prick and tugging.

"Morning, you. Did you make the coffee?" Adrian could smell it, acrid and somehow dark brown, as if the smell itself had a color.

"Naw. I been sleepin'." Still mostly asleep, the Aussie accent was thick as late-summer pond water.

Adrian raised his head, frowning a little. "Did it have a timer?"

Packer grunted softly, tugged him in closer, hips moving the heavy cock through his fingers.

"Mmm." He forgot all about the coffee, that velvety skin covering the hardest prick ever making him a little distracted and a lot horny. Adrian started kissing his way down, wanting to give it a fine good morning.

Packer was all for it, too. Adrian could tell. Jesus, he loved the way those tight abs rolled and jerked.

He licked a little at Packer's belly button, his fingers working the extra skin at the tip of Packer's cock. He loved that foreskin, found it fascinating.

Packer moaned low and arched, bowing up toward him, the sheet falling away.

Adrian laughed a little, blowing air on the tip of Packer's cock before pushing the foreskin back and licking at the head. Salty. Damn.

"Oh, now. That's pretty." A flash went off, blinding him.

Adrian shot up on the bed, Packer grunting when Adrian's hand landed on his belly. "What the fuck!"

"Oh, don't stop on my account, boys."

Oh.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, fucking hell.

He knew that voice.

Adrian looked over and saw Calleigh, his wife, sitting on the chair, a cup of coffee in one hand, a camera in the other.

Packer rose up on both elbows, staring past him. "Well, hello Calleigh. What brings you to Des Moines?"

One red eyebrow arched and Calleigh smiled, slow and wicked. "I got tired of waiting at home for someone to give me some attention, honey."

Adrian was completely speechless. His cock wilted. Packer's didn't.

Bright green eyes met his. She was made up -- eyes and lips and everything -- and she was a fucking wet dream, or would have been if she hadn't been an evil bitch. "I told you, I'm not waiting for you anymore, Adrian. I've been taking pictures for about an hour. If you want me to come along, I'll clear out the memory card. Otherwise, I'll take them to Ace. It's totally up to you."

His mouth opened and closed like a landed fish's. "Come along?"

"Yes. Twelve years we've been together and I've never traveled farther than downtown Dallas with you. I'm done. I want in. I want to play, too."

"Play..." Adrian felt like a parrot. Calleigh wanted to play. She was a hard-working nurse. Lost job or no, he wasn't sure she knew the meaning of the word.

"You heard me. I'll give you time to figure yourself out." She stood and he saw her, like it was a dream. Jesus, she was in the tiniest little leather skirt and boots up to there and a tiny, lacy top. "I'm going to get some more coffee. If you want, I'll buy you both breakfast."

"Give us a half hour," Packer said, hands holding him back when he would have gone after her.

"No hurry." Calleigh turned and walked out, heels clicking on the floor.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Packer turned him, a little rough, a little too fast, that beautiful mouth crashing down on his.

Wait? What?

His head spun and he groaned, trying to figure out what the *fuck* was happening here.

Packer kissed him until he couldn't breathe, until his cock wasn't just hard again, it was ready to go off like a rocket. Then the man chose to break for air, that amazing smile right there in front of his swimming eyes.

"I swear, luv, you never told me your wife was so fucking hot. I might just have to punish you for that."

Christ. His heart slammed in his chest, and Adrian wondered when he'd lost control of his life so completely.

He was so utterly fucked.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh these guys. When you said you're writing Roughstock m/f and m/m/f, I wondered who the characters are. There have been many characters in the background. I'm happy to see it's going to be Adrian and Packer. I remember they had a few mentions. Time for me to pore over those. Are both Australian, and Packer has the strongest Australian accent of all the Aussies?
-Jennifer

BA Tortuga said...

Nods. Yep. Packer's only been in the states a few years. Adrian came when he was a boy. *grins*

Angie said...

Whee, this one looks like fun! :) Adrian doesn't seem too happy with his wife right now, but I can't hate on her -- she's a slashgirl! I'd have been taking pictures too, hee!

Angie