Sunday, January 15, 2012

Sunday Snog

This is from my new Valentine's Day shortie - Laying Down For the Law - due out Feb from MLR Press - more details later:

After Steve and his cop buddy Rich go out on their first date, Rich gently refuses an invitation to go back to Steve's apartment...

My cell rang as I walked into my apartment. Rich? I glanced at the caller ID. No, Betty.
“Hi, Betty.”
“Steve, hope you don’t mind me calling this late, but I had to tell you, you won’t be dateless at the party. I went ahead and asked Angela to bring her brother, Kent, and he said yes, so you have a date. Isn’t that great?’
“Betty, I already have a date,” I said with some impatience. What was she, my personal yenta?
“But you said you didn’t!” she moaned.
“And now I do. His name is Rich, you’ll like him.”
“Oh, what am I going to do about Kent? He’ll be the one who’s dateless now.”
“Maybe you could ask around again, you know like you did for me. Sorry…” I was distracted by the sound of a knock on my door. “Gotta go, Betty, someone’s at the door, Bye.”
She was still protesting when I hung up. I wondered who it could be at this time of night. Most of my friends called before they came over and rarely this late. I swung the door open and nearly yelped with surprise.
“Rich. Is something wrong?”
“Yeah. Can I come in?”
“Of course. What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I’m a damned fool, that’s what’s wrong,” he said, pulling me into his arms. “I told myself before we met tonight that no matter what I was not going to make love to you on our first date, but I’d no sooner got on my bike than I cursed myself for all kinds of an idiot for turning you down when you asked if I’d come home with you. Of course I wanted to, more than I’ve ever wanted anything—so, here I am. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Mind? Are you crazy? But I thought you said you had a—” His lips on mine shut me up and we lost ourselves in a long, long kiss that would give all those in the Guinness Book of Records a run for their money. His hands were inside my shirt, stroking my back, pushing past the waistband of my chinos, cupping my butt, his fingers slipping into the crack, teasing my hole. Wow! When he wanted something he went all out.
Our clothes were scattered round our feet in a matter of seconds, his magnificent naked body was pressed to mine, and I could scarcely believe this was really happening. It was all so amazing—he was amazing—every inch of his muscled flesh a sculptor’s dream. He wrapped his arms around me and his lips took mine again in another long bruising kiss that had us both moaning and gasping into each other’s mouths. He lifted me off the ground like I weighed nothing and I wound my legs round his waist. Without breaking our kiss he headed for the bedroom door, pushing it open with his foot then depositing me on top of the bed. He lay over me, stretching his body so that every part of our nakedness was pressed together.
I was beginning to imagine I had died and been transported to Heaven. I could even hear some heavenly string section close by, then realized it was coming from the beside radio I’d been leaving on ever since the burglary attempt. That’s right—frighten off all would-be thieves with some light classical music. It seemed to fit the mood though as Rich’s lips covered mine and his tongue slid inside bringing with it an electrical jolt just as the music reached a crescendo.
Then Rich’s mouth was everywhere at once, scorching my lips, my jaw, my throat, my nipples. God! My body arched against his. I felt a rush of adrenaline flood through me. I was desperate to have Rich’s cock, to hold it in my mouth. I rolled him onto his back, no mean feat in itself, but he didn’t resist which made it easier, and I scooted down to encircle his long, thick, awesome dick with my fingers, to lick the swollen head and savor the salty cream that glistened at the slit.