Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Wednesday Briefs


Welcome to the Wednesday Briefers flash group. The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. The prompts for this week are: 

"Don't move until I tell you."

 or "Your underwear is showing..."

or "You're treading a fine line here..."

or use: cart, prick, T-shirt

or have a guest Frenchman in your story or have a hole in the ground

or "wine, women and song"

or use a man with a brand new goatee

or discuss either Mad Men or Royal Pains in your story or use the big bang theory
 

~Remember, I plan to finish this up at the end of June and start Nighttime Promises.

 

 

All That He Desires #25 

Jules held his arms up. “Make love to me.”

* * * *

Anslee’s boxers landed on the floor—he wanted nothing between them. One of his knees hit the side of the bed and both of his fists planted themselves on either side of Jules’ head. He leaned over the one that would soon be his and gently kissed Jules’ lips. “Don’t move until I tell you.”

“Okay.” Jules unwound his arms and let them fall back on the bed after the kiss was finished.

Anslee settled on the bed. He lifted his hand, letting his fingers hover over Jules’ chest. Jules’ small, tight nipples called to him. Being one that never denied himself, he reached out to stroke a hard peak. The sweetness of Jules’ warm skin held untold joys, ones that he planned to explore slowly. Anslee felt Jules tremble under his hand as he explored Jules’ chest. Anslee’s hand moved farther down, Jules’ chest rising and falling rapidly. His finger meandered along Jules’ treasure trail.

“Please,” Jules pleaded. “Touch me, Anslee.”

 Anslee thought about dragging it out, making Jules beg. But… he needed this as much as Jules did. They’d been doing this dance for far too long. He wrapped his fist around Jules’ hard cock, stroking fast, twisting his hand on the upswing. Jules’ hands clutched at the sheets, body arching. Anslee leaned closer, staring into Jules’ eyes.

“I’m not going to let you come—not yet. I’ll be inside you when you spurt that load for me.” Anslee glanced down at the sweet cock he held. He needed to get the lube but damn, he didn’t want to let go. There was something he wanted more… his fingers, then his dick, in Jules’ ass.

“Hold on, little one. I need to get the lube.”

“Oh fuck, Anslee, hurry. Please hurry. I ache.”

“I know.” Oh yes, he knew… he ached too. “You’re not the only one, but I will prepare you.”

Anslee found the lube and rushed back to the bed. Jules lay sprawled across the white shimmering background. He wished one of the great masters had been given the chance to paint Jules thus. Yes, he was that beautiful to Anslee and yes, he’d met the most famous ones.

He crawled back onto the bed, ready to send Jules into a swirling whirlpool of desire… when it hit him. For the first time in his life, he was putting the needs of another before his own, and it felt good. Really damn good.

Huh. Shocking.

Jules bent his knees and spread his legs… offering Anslee everything. A mad rush of desire swamped Anslee and he forgot everything except one thing—that hot little hole of Jules and his need to get inside. He slicked his finger and rubbed it back and forth across Jules’ hole.

“Oh please, let me move. I need to…. I can’t stay still!”

“Dance for me, little one. Show me how I make you feel.” Anslee slipped a finger inside. Fuck, the heat amazed him, as did the tightness.

Jules’ hips arched on the bed. “More… give me more.”

I don’t want to hurt

“You’re not!” Jules tossed his head against the pillows.

Anslee slid another finger deep within Jules, twisting and scissoring, until he felt that little knot of nerves. He pegged Jules’ hot spot, rubbing frantically.

Jules’ body arched on the bed. “Fuck!”

Anslee paused, worried. Had he rushed things? He’d waited so long for this, and if he’d hurt Jules in his rush…

“Don’t you dare stop.” Jules gasped desperately, his head snapping up from the pillow. “Keep finger fucking my ass…just, oh God, open me, dammit. I want you.”

Jules’ eyes burned, not only with desperation, but determination. And that made up Anslee’s mind—Jules knew what he wanted and, by all that was holy, Anslee was going to give it to him. Anslee added another digit, watching as Jules rode his fingers. Jules’ hard dick slapped against his belly as he jerked on the bed, his body ruthless in its hunt for pleasure.

“Damn beautiful,” Anslee breathed.

“Damn needy,” Jules gasped back.

Anslee snorted out a laugh. There was the Jules he knew. And never let it be said he kept his mate waiting when he needed. Anslee used the lube to slick his cock and grabbed Jules’ legs, pulling them up on his shoulders. He positioned himself at Jules’ hole and paused. Calmness came over Jules, and he stopped twisting. Time froze as Anslee stared at Jules.

“Mine,” he snarled.

“Yes.” Jules nodded his head then snapped back in the same tone of voice. “And you are mine too.”

Anslee closed his eyes briefly, the need to laugh nearly strangling him—only his mate would fight to have the last word at a time like this. He had no idea what the future held for them, or how the hell they were going to make this thing between them work… but they would do it together. They were… equals. Yes, he could say the word. He was a Dark Lord and he had, finally, found his equal.

Anslee opened his eyes and drove inside, not stopping until he was fully seated. Anslee yelled as Jules welcomed him into his body, moving with Anslee’s wild thrusts… never once breaking eye contact as they screamed to the edge. With one well-placed move, Anslee plunged them into the abyss. He flooded Jules as Jules shot between them. Anslee had had sex with hundreds of thousands of humans in his long life, but never had he felt anything like this…. This felt like home. It had taken him since Creation, but he finally understood.

Jules was all that he desired.

The End

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