Under A Confederate Moon
Page 6
"It's for cooking. Don't use too much..."
Brance grunted, a primitive, lustful sound, and Caleb raised up on his elbows as if he could see what was going on down there.
Assuming the worst, he cautioned, "Don't use it all--"
Then something butted against him, pressing between his ass cheeks. Caleb caught his breath, then moaned loudly as Brance eased into him. Pleasure shot through him as the spongy tip passed one sphincter, then squeezed into the next. When it bumped along his prostate and slid further inside, Caleb's cry of pleasure rent the night. He came in a heated rush that ripped through him, exciting him, hardening him all over again. "Yes," he called out, the words slurred and breathy as Brance drove into him with a steady rhythm that rocked them both. "God, fuck me, yes, yes."
Every move Brance made reverberated through him, from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. He felt torn in half, impaled, owned by this man and his large hands that held Caleb's waist as they fucked, his huge cock so deep in him that Caleb swore he could taste it in the back of his throat. Every instinct in him cried out for this, and his will bent beneath Brance's in utter submission.
When Brance finally shuddered to release, Caleb felt a thousand tiny barbs flare out within him, setting off a chain of orgasms like a volley of gunshots into the night. He came again and again, with each spurt of Brance's cock. Their mingled howls filled the night, shattering the silence. Only after he lay spent and felt Brance alongside him, his tail curling possessively around Caleb's hindquarters, did he realize they had changed some time during their coupling. He burrowed back against the warm fur of his mate. Purring enveloped him, his own and Brance's. When a heavy paw draped across his shoulder, Caleb rolled onto his belly and faced Brance. For one long moment, they simply stared at each other. Then Caleb rubbed his head against the other cat's cheek, his tongue flickering out to taste Brance's cold, wet nose. ::That was fun. Let's do it again.::
Brance blew air from his nose, wrinkling it, to shoo Caleb away. ::Anyone ever tell you how troublesome you are?::
Though his words were his usual short reply, there was something new in his tone, something affectionate, that Caleb thought he could get used to real quick. Nipping at the larger cat, Caleb rolled out from under his paw and brushed his claws through Brance's thick fur. ::Catch me,:: he teased.
He waited, every nerve on end, every ounce of him tense. Brance blinked at him slowly, as if thinking it over. Just when Caleb thought he'd have to entice the cat in some other way, Brance pounced. Caleb barely made it to all four feet in time, but Brance only managed to catch Caleb's tail. Flicking it out of the other cat's loose grip, Caleb chided, ::You're going to have to do better than that.::
Brance raised his tail, releasing his heady scent into the night air. It intoxicated Caleb like catmint, making him giddy and kittenish. ::Don't worry,:: he assured Caleb. ::I will.::
J. M. Snyder
An author of gay erotic/romantic fiction, J. M. Snyder began self-publishing gay erotic fiction in 2002. Since then, Snyder has released several books in trade paperback format and has begun exploring the world of e-publishing, working with both Aspen Mountain Press and Amber Quill Press. Snyder's highly erotic short gay fiction has been published online at Ruthie's Club, Tit-Elation, Sticky Pen, and Amazon Shorts, as well as in anthologies by Aspen Mountain Press and Cleis Press. A full bibliography, as well as free fiction, book excerpts, purchasing information, and exclusive contests, can be found at: http://jmsnyder.net
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Five years ago, Joah was culled--kidnapped by the government to be trained as a soldier. In the process, they erased his memory, destroying his past, his dreams, everything but his name. Armed with that alone, Joah escapes from the facility in search of someone to help him recall the man he used to be.
That person is Tobin, Joah's husband, who never gave up hope of finding him again. He refuses to believe that the strength of his love alone won't be enough to bring back Joah's memories of their shared lives, and he's determined to bring back the man beneath the soldier, the man he knows has to love him.
But an alarm in the chip blocking Joah's memories was triggered at his escape, and if the chip isn't removed soon, it will shriek his life away. Removing it won't bring back his past, and may destroy the present that Tobin has tried so hard to build between them. Can the love they once shared possibly survive?
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