by JA Huss
Contents
Passion Rising
DESCRIPTION
Chapter One - Maddie & Tyler
Chapter Two - Maddie
Chapter Three - Tyler
Chapter Four - Maddie
Chapter Five - Maddie & Tyler
Chapter Six - Maddie
Chapter Seven - Tyler
Chapter Eight - Maddie
Chapter Nine - Tyler
Chapter Ten - Maddie & Tyler
Chapter Eleven - Tyler
Chapter Twelve - Maddie
Chapter Thirteen - Tyler
Chapter Fourteen - Maddie
Chapter Fifteen - Tyler
Chapter Sixteen - Maddie
Chapter Seventeen - Tyler
Chapter Eighteen - Maddie & Tyler
Chapter Nineteen - Tyler
Chapter Twenty - Maddie
Chapter Twenty-One - Tyler
END OF BOOK SHIT
About the Authors
Copyright © 2018 by JA Huss and Johnathan McClain
All rights reserved.
Edited by RJ Locksley
Formatting and Cover Design by JA Huss
ISBN-978-1-944475-44-4
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
DESCRIPTION
Old demons are back.
Maddie’s dealing with the fallout of her choices. Safety and happiness are relative, elusive things she’s desperate to have. But they will forever remain out of reach until the demons of her past are laid to rest.
Tyler’s mistakes resurface to haunt him and he’s just beginning to understand that money can’t fix a broken relationship. He must open his heart and search for answers he’d rather not find.
She wants peace in a world made of chaos.
He wants to rid himself of a lifetime of guilt.
They’re soul mates, but that’s no guarantee.
They’ll need to rely on each other to find their happily ever after.
Because the fight never ends—it just gets easier with someone at your side.
Chapter One - Maddie & Tyler
DECEMBER 27TH
Four Days Until New Year’s Eve
MADDIE
“You reach the spaceship jail and find a woman behind bars—”
“If her name is Maddie, then I fuck her,” Tyler says, his hands on my hips, rocking my body back and forth, trying to make me fuck him harder.
“That’s not an option.” I laugh, looking down at him over the top of the yellowed paperback book I’m holding in my hand. “Stop jumping ahead. It’s cheating. You’re not taking this seriously.”
He just grins at me like a mischievous child. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m not taking Choose Your Own Sex Adventure seriously enough. My bad.”
We found a box of old paperbacks in the closet of the room Tyler’s been living in at Robert and Evan’s house. They’re like vintage nineteen seventies porn books, but you get to choose different options as you go through the story. Like… His cock is hard and throbbing, do you suck it? (Go to page 31.) Or do you give him a hand job? (Go to page 43.)
It’s been barely forty-eight hours since all the shit that went down in Mexico...went down. And we’ve avoided talking about it. To anyone else or to each other.
It’s actually pretty easy not to talk about it with anyone else. The only person we told is Evan. And in true Evan fashion, he seemed fairly non-plussed. Tyler told him everything, he listened, and then finally just said, “Well that’s fucking crazy. Let’s eat.” And that was it. We had dinner after that. Tyler thinks Evan’s disappointed that he didn’t get to come on the “mission” too.
Both of them are insane.
The whole point of him spending these past couple days in bed was to recover from the beating Logan inflicted on his ribs while we were in Carlos’ compound, but he refused to stay in bed unless I stayed with him.
Which is why we’re fucking right now. Apparently, taking it easy isn’t something Tyler Morgan does. So I came up with this book idea to make him go slow.
Not that it’s working, but it’s definitely fun.
“You have to let me finish the scenario before you answer.”
“Whose rules are these anyway?” He grabs the paperback from my hand and tosses it across the room. It hits the wall with a thud and falls to the floor. “Let’s make our own scenario. I’ll go first. You’re on the planet Brown Chicken Brown Cow—”
I laugh. Because it comes out bow-chica-bow-wow.
“—which plays a Barry White soundtrack twenty-four seven…”
“You’re dumb.” I giggle.
“And the first thing you see when you exit your spaceship—where you’ve been in hibernation for a thousand years—”
“Wait, am I old?”
“Nah,” Tyler says. “You were in cryogenic hibernation. In fact, you’re sexy as fuck. Sexier than ever. Like… your hair is perfect. Blowing in the soft, hot Brown Chicken Brown Cow wind—”
“Jesus Christ,” I say.
“So you’re basically sex-starved, OK?”
“Got it.” I laugh.
“And the first thing you see is a naked man with a huge Chuckie Stiff.”
I close my eyes and shake my head.
“Do you subdue him with your feminine wiles and make him fuck you against a wall—”
“That’s a no,” I say. “He’s got broken ribs!”
“Bruised,” Tyler corrects me. “Ain’t nothin’ broken, babe. Or do you drop to your knees, take his big cock in your mouth, and make him come in your throat?”
I stare down at him, trying not to grin. “Those are my two choices?”
“Only two ya got.” He winks.
I lift myself up, letting his hard cock slip out from my pussy. Tyler’s face lights up with glee as I ease myself down his stomach, kissing him lightly as I descend, my eyes glued to his.
His hand automatically goes to my head. His fingertips thread into my hair and grab it, urging me on.
“If I make you come in my throat,” I say, my words husky and thick, “then the adventure is over, I get out of bed and go make us lunch while you stay here… alone. So are you sure those are my only two options?”
“Shit,” he says. “OK, I didn’t think this through. One sec…” He thinks for a moment, that one eyebrow lifted, and says, “OK, new scenario. You’re still sex-starved, still looking hot as fuck, and still on Brown Chicken Brown Cow.”
“Got it.”
“Do you lick his balls and finger his ass—”
I laugh so loud, I think Robert and Evan can hear me from the living room.
Tyler waggles his eyebrows. “God, I hope you choose that one.”
“Just give me the other option, pervert.”
“Or do you get back on your spaceship and take a vow of celibacy?”
Clever, clever Tyler Morgan. “OK, Mr. I’ve-got-her-right-where-I-want-her… Ball-licking and ass-sticking it is.”
“Fuckin’ sweet,” he says, doing a fist pump in the air.
I ease myself down farther, my tongue doing a little swirly dance across his bare stomach, my teeth nipping at the happy trail of hair leading to the Promised Land. I take his hard cock in my hand, wrapping my fingers around his wide girth, and squeeze gently.
“Fuck yeah,” Tyler says. “Squeeze harder.”
I do, because it turns me on to realize my hands are barely big enough to encircle him. Plus, I like it when he closes his eyes, and this makes him do that now. I put his cock right up to my face, my tongue slippi
ng across the tip of his head, even though that wasn’t in the prescribed scenario.
Tyler makes a little grunting sound, which I love, and then I put my mouth on his shaft and lick him as I descend to his base. His balls are hard and tight when I cup them and this makes him open his legs a little in expectation. I finger the soft skin between his ass and his cock, stroking it gently.
Tyler fists my hair harder in response and murmurs something encouraging, but incoherent, so I keep going, my tongue flicking across his balls before I place my whole mouth on them and suck.
“Jesus,” he says.
That’s when my finger finds his asshole and presses into the tight muscles. He sucks in a breath, holds it, and then releases it, his cock jumping in my hand as I continue to suck his balls until one of them is entirely inside my mouth.
He’s moaning now, which is my cue to stop and hold still.
After a few seconds he opens one eye. “What?”
“Next scenario,” I say. “Ready?” I grin at him mischievously.
“Hit me with it. Quick.”
“OK,” I say. “The Ageless Space Goddess is between your legs, her breath tickling the soft skin of your balls, her finger on your asshole.” I wiggle my finger a little to keep him in the moment.
“Yeah,” he says. “And?”
“Does she rim you with her tongue—”
He smiles so big I almost lose it.
“Or does she turn around and let you lick her pussy while she rims you with her tongue?”
Now it’s his turn to laugh loudly. Robert and Evan heard that for sure.
“Option B,” he says, clapping his hands and sitting up a little to brace himself against the headboard.
“Your wish, Commander Morgan, is my command.”
TYLER
“Option B, Option B, Option B!” I say it like Eddie Murphy in The Nutty Professor. “Hercules, Hercules, Hercules.”
As I’m pushing my neck back to get the angle I want that will allow me to maximize my space thrust, I can still feel the twinge of pain in my abs. I don’t want to let Maddie know that it stings. She couldn’t believe that the x-rays she made me get showed no breaks. I tried to tell her. Ain’t no weak-ass Logan and his weak-ass bat gonna break anything on Tyler Morgan!
It’s definitely still tender. But you know what? I’m alive. And Maddie’s alive. And even if my friggin’ spine was snapped in half, I’d still find a way to have naked time with her. Because suffering is temporary. Maddie, naked, by my side—shit, that’s the reason I’ll be waking up every morning for the rest of my life.
She pivots a hundred and eighty degrees, and now I’m looking at her exquisite ass. Putting my hands on her cheeks, I let the rough, gnarled skin of my palms brush over the satiny perfection of hers. I massage her, getting off on the sound of her purring and moaning as I knead her flesh and let my thumbs slide along the crease of her backside and down into the slippery wet folds between her legs. As I touch her, her head falls forward and she wraps her mouth around my cock again. I automatically thrust my hips up in response and she bobs her head, bringing up her hand to simultaneously stroke the base.
Then she pulls her head up, twists her neck to look at me, and says, “Sorry. Detour. It was necessary.”
“Shit. Yeah. It seemed pretty necessary. Carry on.”
She smiles and turns her head back around. Taking her hips and pulling her back toward my mouth, I simultaneously lift my legs as she presses herself forward, her breasts blanketing my cock and imprisoning it in between the soft, velvety skin of her chest and my rugged and marred lower abs. Contorting my legs back so that her tongue can have unfettered access to my asshole definitely causes me to feel a pinch in my ribcage. She must sense it because she asks, “Does this hurt?”
“Fuck, no, it doesn’t hurt. Get busy, Ageless Space Goddess. There are uncharted universes to explore.”
“Babe—” she starts to semi-protest again. But she stops talking the second I wrap my hands around her thighs and bury my face inside her.
“Oh, my God,” she says on a tiny, astonished laugh. It’s like she forgets what it feels like to have my mouth on her pussy in between the times that it’s there. That’s cool. I have no problem reminding her.
And now it’s my turn to express astonishment. “Oh, fuck,” I say with a particular and new yearning as her hot breath heralds the arrival of her tongue darting into my ass. Her tits rubbing on my aching cock and her stomach resting on my aching ribs are glorious agony. I’m cloaked in her sensuality. But all that is being upstaged by the feeling of her tongue striking my asshole like a velvet dagger.
Pressing down on her ass hard so that she can’t accidentally knee me in my still-healing side, I force my own tongue deeper into the opening between her legs. She shudders and trembles as I let my tongue unfold to its maximum length, very nearly ripping it out of the back of my throat as it laps at her tender, pink flesh, and I drink in all the wetness flowing from inside. I feel so goddamn happy right now, I almost want to sing. And so I do.
I pull my tongue back, letting it dance tiny circles on her clit, and I start humming as my mouth wraps itself around her mound of smooth, shaved skin. It’s my version of Tibetan throat singing. Deep and guttural and vibratory in a way I know that she can feel throughout her whole body. Her knees are tightening against my sides, and I have to use more force to press them away, which just causes her to push against me harder, and now we are in an erotic tug of war as I eat her out, she rims me, and I keep humming my indecent melody. Suddenly she stops her licking and I can feel her spit dripping down my ass. We are so tangled up in each other that we are the same person.
“Is that..? Are you humming the theme from Star Wars?” she asks.
“Mm-hmm,” I acknowledge, still refusing to remove my mouth from her body.
And she bursts out laughing. I love her laugh so much, but right now, in this moment, the bouncing of her ribs against mine as she giggles is a little more than I can handle, so I stop playing around and get back to work.
I take her again with my whole mouth, letting my thumb slip into her asshole with one hand and slapping her ass cheeks hard with the other. She squeals and moans, and even though I can’t see her face, I just know that her eyes have rolled back into her head. On a gasping moan—or a moaning gasp, I can’t tell which—her head collapses forward again, and she starts licking at my balls and then traces her way back down to my asshole. My calves tighten and my ankles begin to shake as she darts her tongue in and out. In and out. And around and around and around.
And quid pro tongue-lash, I decide. Because whatever she does with her mouth to me, I mimic with my lips, and teeth, and tongue on her. If her tongue stabs, mine stabs at her. If she makes tiny circles, I frantically whip my tongue around her clit. If she spits down onto me, I spit up into her.
We are the mirrors of our own perversion.
And when she pulls her head back, gasping for breath, I ask, “Do you need to stop?” I don’t want to, but if she needs a breather, I will take the chance to, I dunno, grab an ice pack or some shit. But she doesn’t answer. Or she does, just not with words. She slides her hips back, pushing her pussy harder into my mouth, and yanks my cock out from between her tits so she can shove it into her mouth once again.
That lets me drop my legs forward so that they’re hanging off the bed, and she hooks her hands under my knees and is now bobbing her head up and down on my dick, double-time.
Dirty cheating little Ageless fuckin’ Space Goddess. She wants to make me come first. Yeah. Well.
We’ll see about that.
MADDIE
I know he’s hurting. I also know he’s never gonna admit he’s hurting. My only option is to give him everything he wants so he can rest properly. It’s practically my duty.
Which makes me giggle.
Tyler pauses, his large hand spread across the cheeks of my ass. Squeezing them, he says, “Something funny?”
Is something funny? Ever
ything’s funny with Tyler. Or maybe it’s just everything’s fun with Tyler. I mean I love his long, fat cock, but I love his sense of humor too. Who hums the theme of Star Wars into a woman’s pussy?
That thought only makes me laugh harder, which makes Tyler suck in a breath of air. Shit, I’m really hurting him.
I pull my head up, saliva spilling out from between my lips and dripping onto his cock. “I just… love you, ya know.” I take the opportunity to use my spit as lubrication so I can pump him harder.
“How much do you love me?” Tyler asks, his finger caressing the soft skin around my asshole.
“Enough to play Hot Commander Meets the Space Goddess just to keep you in bed,” I say, peeking at him over my shoulder. “I’d do anything for you, ya know that, right?”
He gets this sappy look on his face. Like life is good and can’t get any better. He’s sentimental, that’s something I’ve figured out over the past few weeks. Tyler Morgan is equal parts caring and cold. He is both soft and hard. He can be weak and strong in the same breath depending on circumstance. Fuck with him or the people he loves and he will take you out by any means necessary. But if one of those people he loves asks for a favor… he’d do it. No matter what, he’d do it.
“Anything?” Tyler asks, both eyebrows lifted high on his forehead.
I ease my lips back down over the tip of his cock and murmur, “Anything,” as I lower my head and take him fully into my mouth.
I feel him sigh. “Your commander requires more convincing if you want him to save you from eternal celibacy, Goddess.” He whispers it right up against my pussy, making the loose folds of skin vibrate.
I close my eyes and think only of the moment. I appreciate that we are alive. That we’re together. That the bad stuff is finally behind us.
His tongue swirls against my pussy, alternating between light and forceful probing as I take him deeper into my mouth, until the tip of his head touches the back of my throat. I press my lips tightly against his shaft. I hold him there and enjoy the way his cock fills me up, closing my eyes and flattening my tongue against him. And just when I think I will pass out, or gag, or die from satisfaction—I lift up, saliva spilling out of my mouth once again. Coating his cock as I kiss the tip of his head.
