Don't Read in the Closet volume one

by Various Authors

  At the sudden sound of fingernails scrabbling against wood, Matt lifted his head to see Cam fumbling with the drawer in his nightstand. He kitten licked at the head of Cam’s cock and grinned when the searching fingers threw a bottle of lube at him and a condom. “Are you a little anxious to have my cock in your ass, Cameron?” He dipped his tongue into the slit and his stomach tightened at the feral sounding growl that erupted from the man writing beneath him.

  “I’m gonna explode… Matt, you gotta… come on,” Cam’s voice was almost unrecognizable as his own in the heat of his desire as he urged Matt on. “Fuck me… do it.”

  “So impatient,” Matt teased, dipping lower to take Cam’s balls in his mouth, one at a time, rolling their weight on his tongue. He reached out for the lube and flicked the top, squeezed some out onto his fingers and stroked the soft skin of Cam’s inner thighs with his other hand. “Are you ready?” His stomach tightened again, this time with anxiety. “I’ve never done this before, Cam. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Cam lifted his head from the pillow and gazed into Matt’s eyes. “You haven’t hurt me once in twenty years, baby. I’ve trusted you with my life, my dreams and my secrets; now I’m trusting you with this.”

  Matt swallowed past the lump in his throat Cam’s honesty had put there and crawled up the mattress to slant his mouth over the other man’s. Hoping that everything he was feeling inside would be conveyed by his lips, because he would never have been able to put into words the emotion flowing through him. As he kissed Cam, mapping the inside of his mouth, Matt slipped his fingers in between Cam’s already open thighs and tentatively circled the puckered entrance. He moaned into Cam’s mouth when the muscle actually pulsed against his finger and he tentatively pushed inside.

  “Oh, God,” Cam hissed, tearing his mouth from Matt’s and pressing his face against the other man’s throat.

  “Should I stop?”

  “I’ll break your nose if you do,” Cam bit down gently on the flesh against his lips. “It’s just, just—.”

  Matt pulled back and looked down at Cam panting against the pillow, his eyes scrunched tight. “It’s just what? Cam? You’re freaking me out. I’m gonna stop!”

  “No, no!” Cam grabbed Matt’s wrist so he couldn’t remove his finger. “It’s just it’s… so fucking good!”

  “You asshole,” Matt mumbled, moving his finger in and out of the ring of muscle until he felt it give and the passage inside Cam became easier. He added another and kept his gaze on Cam’s face, searching for any signs of pain as he stretched him. “Are you okay?” His expression was one of concern as he watched the sweat break out on Cam’s face when he inched a third finger in. “I don’t even know if I’m doing this right, dude. Am I doing this right?”

  “Matt,” Cam gasped, the tendons in his neck in stark relief against his skin as he tipped his head back on the pillow. “Will you shut up and just fuck me already?”

  Matt eased his fingers from Cam and grabbed the condom, ripping the packet open with his teeth and removing the thin sheath of latex. He slid it down his painfully hard length and liberally coated his shaft with more lube. “How do you want to do this?” His hands caressed the insides of Cam’s thighs. “Do you want to roll over?”

  “No,” Cam tossed his head from side to side on the pillow. “I want to see you. I want to see your face when you’re fucking me.”

  “Jesus, Cam,” Matt groaned, pushing Cam’s thighs open and back, lining his cock up with the loosened opening. “I’m gonna come before I get inside if you keep talking like that.” He gasped and his eyes widened as he watched the head of his cock disappearing inside Cam. It was so tight and hot that as soon as he’d pushed through the ring of muscle, it seemed as though Cam sucked him in. He panted harshly through his lips, trying to stop himself from just falling into the wet heat. “Cam—.” He looked up Cam’s body and into those ice blue eyes. “Oh God, Cam,” he moaned. Cam’s eyes had darkened to the color of the sea on a cold winter’s day, his pupils almost totally blown. His head was thrown back against the pillow and his hands were curled into fists as he hung onto the sheets beneath him. “Wow… you look amazing.”

  “You gonna talk all night big man?” Cam ground out, gasping as Matt pushed in a little more. “That’s it, baby. You know you want this ass… fucking take it.” His lips parted and he pulled the lower one between his teeth. “Oh, God, Matty, that’s it. All the way. Wanna feel all of you.”

  Matt leaned down for a kiss and the same time as thrusting his tongue between Cam’s lips to meet his, he slammed into Cam up to the hilt, the feel of his balls slapping against Cam’s ass sending shockwaves up his spine. “What? Okay?” Cam’s hands had flown from the sheets beneath him to grasp at Matt’s forearms, his blunt nails biting into Matt’s flesh. “Cam?”

  “Don’t stop—don’t you fucking stop! Do that again, Matty—fuck!”

  “Did I just?” Matt’s heart beat was throbbing in his cock, engulfed in the tightness of Cam’s channel. He rolled his hips again and elicited an almost animalistic groan from Cam. “Right there?”

  “Yes… good… so good. Harder, Matty… harder!”

  Taking his weight on his hands, Matt began to thrust in earnest, setting up a punishing pace. Urged on by Cam’s whimpers until all he could hear was the sound of his name falling from Cam’s lips, and his own harsh breaths as they echoed around the room. He cried out when Cam’s legs wound around his waist, pulling him in even deeper and his orgasm tingled in his spine, setting his nerve endings alight and drawing his balls up tight. “Cam… I’m gonna—.”

  “Me too,” Cam’s fingers curled around his own shaft and he jerked himself furiously in time with Matt’s thrusts. “Do it… Matty. Now… oh God… Matty, I’m coming!”

  Matt’s hips pumped faster, chasing his release as he watched the second hottest thing he had ever seen—the sight of Cam jerking himself off while he fucked him. Moments after Cam spilled between them, hot, white streams up his stomach and chest, Matt’s own orgasm was pulled from him when Cam’s ass pulsed around him. His hips lost all rhythm as he shot his load into the condom, hot bursts flowing from him and into the wet heat that surrounded him. Into Cam.

  He grabbed the end of the condom and pulled out as gently as he could, pressing kisses onto Cam’s chest at the man’s protest. “I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured, stripping off the condom and tying it before tossing it into the trash can beside the bed and leaning down to pick up his discarded T-shirt. He quickly wiped them both clean and then collapsed onto the mattress beside his… his what? His best friend? His lover? What were they now? Or would what they’d just done kill whatever they had been?

  ****

  So here they were. Matt lay awake watching the shadows from the tree outside play across the ceiling, with Cam curled around him, his dark head on Matt’s shoulder and his arm draped across Matt’s waist.

  He sighed and shifted his weight slightly against the mattress, trying to get comfortable. It was already after two in the morning and he had to pick Angie up at nine, so he really should get some sleep. Oh fuck! Angie! He looked down at Cam and swallowed hard. Oh fuck! Teresa!

  “Do we actually get to bask in the afterglow of the best sex ever, or are you going to over think it to death and ruin the moment?”

  Matt started at the sound of Cam’s voice and he cursed beneath his breath. “I thought you were asleep. You scared the shit out of me.”

  Cam pushed himself up on one elbow and reached across Matt to turn the bedside lamp on. The room was lit with a warm subtle glow and he rested his head on his hand, gazing down into Matt’s eyes. “Okay, let’s do this now, or you’ll never get to sleep.”

  “Do what?”

  “Dissect everything. You know how you like to pigeon-hole everything,” Cam’s tone was teasing, but his eyes were deadly serious. “You’ve spent the last half an hour analyzing every look, kiss and touch. And I know you won’t be able to sleep until we’ve talked it out.”r />
  Matt rolled his eyes and scrubbed a hand over his face. “I hate how fucking well you know me, sometimes.”

  “I know.” Cam leaned down and captured Matt’s lips in a gentle kiss. “You first.”

  “We just had sex, Cam.”

  “I know.”

  “You and me.”

  “I know.”

  “How can we go back to what we were? Knowing that… you know.”

  Cam tilted his head and shrugged. “I don’t think we can go back to what we were. I think we both knew that the moment we walked up the stairs.”

  “So I guess there are only three options then,” Matt said softly, gazing up into Cam’s blue eyes. “I mean, as I see it that is.”

  “I know,” Cam replied, nodding his head in understanding. “We can blame it on the beer, pretend it never happened and file it under things never to be spoken of again.”

  “Or we can blame it on the beer and are unable to pretend it never happened and drift apart and lose the last twenty years,” Matt murmured, lifting his hand and stroking his fingers down Cam’s cheek.

  Cam captured Matt’s hand and pressed his lips to the palm. “Or we could always freak the shit out of everybody and go for what’s behind door number three.”

  A kaleidoscope of butterflies in Matt’s stomach suddenly woke up and fluttered their wings. “What’s behind door number three?” Oh God, please let him say it!

  Cam closed his fingers around Matt’s and shrugged his shoulders, his answer simple and without hesitation. “You and me.”

  Letting out the breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding, Matt closed his eyes. “Oh thank God,” he groaned, curling his other hand around Cam’s neck and pulling him down so that their foreheads rested against each other. “You have no idea how much I wanted to hear you say that. I wasn’t sure—.”

  “Idiot,” Cam smiled, snuggling down against Matt’s chest and burrowing into his embrace. “As if there was ever any other choice. Isn’t that the way it’s always been?”

  “What?” Matt kissed the smooth skin of Cam’s forehead.

  “Cam and Matty against the rest of the world.”

  THE END

  Author bio: Lisa is a single mother of two small children and has been writing in one form or another since she had to attend the Head Teacher’s office for her first gold star in composition. She lives in the seaside town of Leigh on Sea in Essex and tries valiantly and usually without much success to balance her children, a part-time job and writing within the twenty-four hours that there are in a day and she is currently petitioning for a few extra to be added. She’s an incurable romantic at heart and loves the feeling of bringing together two people who are meant to be, even if it is only in her stories.

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  Published by Dreamspinner:

  Halfway House

  Bank Job

  US Male

  Running from the Past

  Published by Silver:

  A Nanny for Nate

  Chasing the Dream (release date 17 September 2011)

  Connor Wright – GONE TO PIECES (Sci-Fi/Mild BDSM)

  Selected by Connor Wright

  Dear Author,

  It seems it’s this little sex dolls first day in his new home and he came in pieces. I'd love hear how he gets trained. ;)

  [PHOTO: On a dark cloth, pieces of a lovely pale-skinned male mannequin lie beside a pair of scissors. The torso is slender, cut off at an angle at the hips. One hand has an attached arm, one doesn't, and they both look like right hands. The dark-haired severed head stares up with a quizzical expression.]

  PS. I love, love, love toy play and BDSM so if you're so inclined to add some I'd be all to happy.

  This is my first post here so I hope I've done it correctly. ^^

  Sincerely,

  Mistress

  Genre: futuristic, sci-fi/speculative fiction

  Tags: D/s, toys, spanking, oral

  Warnings: mild BDSM: primarily domination and submission with spanking, a little rough oral, and orgasm control. No humiliation/extreme pain, though.

  Words: 6,477

  GONE TO PIECES

  by Connor Wright

  Brice Fulton very carefully did not slam his front door. He closed it firmly and locked it, then deliberately set his briefcase down beside the console table, onto which he placed his keys. Kneeling in the middle of the hall, just the other side of the table, was his latest acquisition.

  "Good evening, Master Brice," Tebrimon said. The doll—a Cygeneering Systems Series K2000 Philodoll, guaranteed to never complain when stashed in a closet for months at a time—was a treat to look at. He was beautifully made; his flawless skin--smooth and pale as ivory--contrasting nicely with his dark hair. He was a treat in the more conventional sense of the word, too: Brice had chosen to wait until tonight to begin playing with his new toy.

  "It is not a good evening, yet," Brice said, removing his jacket and hanging it up. "But it will be, very shortly."

  "I will listen to your troubles, Sir." Tebrimon tilted his head just a little, an attentive expression on his face.

  "No, you won't. They're boring and consist primarily of 'other people's failure to plan ahead does in fact constitute an emergency on my part which is unfair and my boss is a jackass'." Brice loosened his tie and grumbled at his reflection. "I love my job—and being out and proud is actually an asset in being a GLBT-policies consultant to Human Resources departments—but gay, bi, or straight, a jackass is a jackass. And that is all I will say about that, because I am hungry. To the kitchen with you, Tebri, and I will instruct you further."

  "Of course, Sir." Tebrimon rose smoothly to his feet, turning with fluid grace before padding off in the direction of Brice's kitchen.

  ****

  "Ah," Brice sighed, after finishing his repast, "that was a lovely start. Now, Tebri, I want to go play."

  Tebrimon smiled at the word play, folding his hands together. "Oh, Sir, I have been waiting to hear you say that all week."

  "Have you?" Brice raised his eyebrows, putting his wine glass down and getting to his feet. "Come along."

  "You put me across from what you called your toy box, Sir; I had plenty of time to reflect on the uses to which your other toys might be put." He followed the man down the hall, up a flight of steps, and stopped when Brice did.

  "So you would have," Brice said. He opened the door to his bedroom and considered his doll. "I've been looking forward to this, as well. Once we step through this door, I will only be Master or Sir. You will not use my name unless I tell you to say it. Do you understand?"

  "I understand, Master," Tebrimon said, dipping his head in acknowledgement.

  "Good. Follow me, Tebri." The master bedroom was decorated in warm shades of gold and turquoise, accented with black. Brice's bed frame—black—was composed of clean sharp lines and featured a double row of square holes along the upper edge of both head and foot-boards.

  "Your room is beautiful, Master," Tebri said, looking around as if he hadn't seen it before.

  "Thank you." Brice's eyebrows quirked as he glanced at the doll, but he didn't discipline him. "I want you to stand here, at the end of the bed, hands on the footboard."

  "Yes, Sir." The doll stepped up to the foot of the bed and put his hands on the wood, his feet apart.

  "Don't move. I will return shortly," Brice said, leaving his phone on the bed. He headed for his bathroom, where he shed most of his clothes, then washed his hands and face. He didn't return to the bedroom right away, pausing in his walk-through closet to rifle through a short wooden armoire.

  He chose something that looked rather like a ruler made of black and burgundy leather and fitted with a handle, a bottle of lube, a leather cock ring, and an item that resembled a C-clamp that was missing a few vital parts. These he carried out to his room, putting them down on the table beside his bed. Brice g
rabbed his phone, opened Tebri's control app, and thumbed off the autonomy lock. "There. Now we shall have some fun. Tebri? Stand up straight and remove those shorts."

  "Yes, Sir," Tebri said, and obeyed. He left his shorts lying on the floor, afterward, looking expectantly at Brice.

  "Where do dirty clothes go, boy?" Brice's nose wrinkled in distaste as he considered the discarded garment.

  "On the floor with yours, Sir," Tebri said, his eyes wide and smile ingenuous.

  "Absolutely not. Masters get to do as they please; their boys must do what is proper. Your error must be corrected. Turn around again, hands on the foot of the bed." Brice picked up the leather paddle and pointed at the footboard.

  "Yes, Sir." Tebri's head drooped as he shuffled into place.

  "Good. Now, I will give you a swat, and you will say 'Forgive me, Master Brice. Dirty clothes go in the hamper,' afterward. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Master." He looked out from under his lashes at the man. "Be gentle with me, Sir."

  "You're being punished. What's the point of being gentle?" Despite Brice's grumbled words, his first stroke was indeed gentle. He wanted to play, not mindlessly damage something. If he wanted that, he could just go downstairs and throw dishes.

  "Forgive me, Master Brice. Dirty clothes go in the hamper."

  "Very good. Again." The second blow was as light as the first, and landed on the pale skin just above where he'd put the first.

  Tebri wiggled his toes and said, "Forgive me, Master Brice. Dirty clothes go in the hamper." The doll actually sounded mournful.

  "Again." Brice moved the paddle a little higher and delivered the third. By the time he'd laid the paddle against Tebri's ass for the sixth time, he was beginning to forget that the doll wasn't another human being.

  "Very good. Now, boy, what should you do with those shorts of yours?" Brice crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows.