ADULT EXCERPT
“Another one of your sarcastic remarks?” the Sheik said as he lay over Blondie, feeling the contours of his body against his own.
The situation in the room was just too volatile. While they lay there hard against each other, the very atmosphere seemed to turn electric. Pure lust emanated from each one, surrounding them, infusing them, and turning the blood in their veins to fire. It was unavoidable. The Sheik could feel the ugly sin of lust as it crept into his loins, making him hard. He resisted it, pushed it away, but as strong as he was, the sin was even stronger, and it made him angry.
“You little bastard,” he growled. “This is the limit. If you think I’m gonna f*** you, think again. I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-fo—”
“Ten-foot pole?” Blondie interrupted. “No, not ten feet, more like ten inches, right? Well, remember this, Sheik, no matter how much you got, if you don’t know how to use it, it ain’t no good to you anyhow.”
“I could teach you a few things.”
“Yeah?” Blondie spat. “Prove it.” With that he began teasing him with a wiggle and a push, moving his own cock against the Sheik’s hard erection.
“Stop that!” the Sheik said as he struggled with him, his cock becoming so hard he almost felt pain.
“Don’t want to f*** me, huh? What the hell is that I’m feelin’ against my stomach?”
The Sheik didn’t answer. The next thing either of them knew, his lips were on Blondie’s. How had it happened? He didn’t know, but everything between them was real. Blondie didn’t fight. He surrendered to his hot and ravenous kiss. His tongue delved inside Blondie’s mouth with passion and need, taking all he offered and giving even more. He went from passion to passion until he remembered that he was still grasping the butcher’s knife with the point pressing against Blondie’s neck. His hand went limp, and the knife lost its threat as it lay between them. Forgetting it, he felt an insane desire to tear and pull at Blondie’s clothes.
He would have never thought he’d want a street punk, but there was something different about Blondie. He wouldn’t admit it, but he knew from the moment he got a look at Blondie that they would wind up in bed together. Their heated stares and longing glances fueled the desire between them, and now he breathed hard as he trailed a path with his tongue from Blondie’s lips to his ear and lingered there as he nibbled on his earlobe. Blondie’s large, masculine body responded to his touch, and he heard a moan fall from his lips as he began bucking, his legs opening in an invitation to f*** him.
As Johnny inhaled the kid’s heady scent of wind and musk, it made him more aware than ever what this little punk was doing to him. Desire exploded in waves, curling in his stomach, wrapping around his heart, and causing him to crave so much more than the heated touches they’d shared so far. He wanted to feel his bare skin against his. He needed to be inside him, to fill the aching emptiness he’d carried for so long, an ache he sensed only this little punk could satisfy. And that was the thought that brought him to his senses and forced him to break their electric connection and move backward, away from the fire he felt burning between them.
Oh, my God, what am I doing? he thought as he looked down at Blondie. At the one person who could take him to soaring heights—and destroy his dreams too easily. What was this little street punk thinking? He knew now that he couldn’t, or wouldn’t kill him, so why not make a fool out of him? He moved to get up, but Blondie held him. “Oh, God, don’t stop now, Sheik.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Doing what? Don’t forget you’re the one who brought me here tonight.”
“To get f***ed? I don’t think so.”
“Don’t tell me you don’t want to f***. I know you do.”
“All right, so I do. But after that what?” The Sheik reached over and wiped a little blood off Blondie’s neck where he had pierced him with the knife, and showed it to him. “Look at this. We’ll be f***ing with a damned knife in our bed. Makes for strange bedfellows, wouldn’t you say? But maybe you’re not worried about that.”
“Hell no, I ain’t worried about it. And I’m surprised that you are. If normal is what you want, you ain’t getting’ it here, Sheik. Nothin’ about this night is normal. Nothin’ about this town in normal. Nothin’ about the people that live here is normal. Especially a gang of killers that want you dead.”
“Okay, so what’ll they do to you if you come back without my heart in your hand?” He looked at his face through the shadows, and the messy blond hair that looked like a neon sign in the dark. “Or maybe after we f*** together, you’ll finish the job then. Right?”
“I can’t do it, and you know it.”
“I don’t know any such thing.”
“Look, I don’t know what’ll happen to me, but one thing I do know about myself is, I’m not a killer. I don’t intend to kill you, or anyone else. I guess I never did. Hell, I’ll just have to take my chances.”
Now, as he looked down into Blondie’s baby blue eyes, he felt the wildest passion he’d ever known. God, how he wanted him. Now. At that moment. He had to have this little punk while it was dark. To hide where no one could see his sin. Swimming deep in passion, he began sensuously rubbing Blondie’s chest, feeling the contours of the sturdy body that had surrendered to him.
At that point he gave in.
