Today, I want to show you what I’ve been working on lately. This is going to be my next release. It’s a series I started and now in the home stretch of. It’s outside of the box for me…or at least how other’s think of me. Here’s an excerpt of my upcoming book. Let me know what you guys think.
Prologue
“I’m not so sure about this.” Jonathan sat on the edge of his king sized bed and began unbuttoning his dress shirt, pulling off his cufflinks as he shrugged the fabric off.
Nicole, his wife of 3 years, pouted, crawling across the bed to massage his shoulders. “Honey, it’ll be fun.” She bent forward over his shoulder, dark hair cascading down his chest in soft waves.
He doubted that statement very much, standing to shrug out of his shirt and move to their massive walk-in closet. “Inviting another person in our bed? Is fun?” He really did not want to have to make love to two women. One was more than enough.
“Babe…we need something. Lately things have been…monotonous.” A smile spread across her soft mouth as she reached out to the nightstand beside the bed, picking up a flat mirror, the three lines of white powder a stark contrast.
Jonathan bristled at the statement, shame mixed in as well. He didn’t like the feeling, an odd mix of emotion. “You know work has been hectic, with Chris starting to get noticed and my other clients as well.” As a talent manager, his dream was to help others achieve their dreams. True, it involved a lot of stress, but he knew there was more to the discontent running through his everyday life. He came back to sit on the bed, wondering at just what was the problem could be with him.
Nicole arched an eyebrow, small pat on the back. “I know honey. This…it could help though.”
He doubted it very much, but he wanted to make her happy. Anything to make up for his lackluster performance as a husband as of late. “So, are we going to ask one of your friends or –”
“Are you serious?” Nicole scoffed and her eyes went huge, a hand to her heart as she shuddered. “They would never! We’ll have to look around, ask questions.” She passed him the mirror with the white powder. “I want another man. I’m not licking pusssy.” She gagged and lay back against the plush stack of pillows on their bed, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
“Where would we even begin to look?” Jonathan took a small sniff, nowhere close to the line Nicole had just done. That was something else that bothered him, the near constant amount of drugs they were doing and had been doing in the recent months. Was it to cover something up, hide the truth? “The paper? Craigslist?” He stood, his pants falling to his ankles.
She shrugged and spread out on the bed, hair fanned out around her. “Probably...Definitely will need to do some background work.” She swept a hand down her trim belly, wiggling around on the bed a bit.
Jonathan watched as she writhed on the bed and tried to feel some attraction to the sight of his beautiful wife splayed out before him, but nothing stirred. He looked away before she could notice his dismay. Maybe someone else was the answer. He headed into the closet to put his pants in the hamper. “Well…I’ll start looking—”
“In the morning.” Nicole interrupted with a come-hither smile on her face. “Come to bed, I’m lonely.”
A silent gulp and Jonathan forced a smile, before walking back to the bed. “You want some company on that big bed?” He husked, stomach in knots. Lately, the desire to be intimate had turned into dread. Though if he were honest with himself, it had been longer than just recently. More like years, only intensifying in the past few months. The drugs were only making things worse, hidden emotions bubbling to the surface.
Nicole ran a hand up his arm, pulling him close. Her lips parted, wet and pink. “Come entertain me.”
Jonathan braced himself and let her pull him down on top of her.
~***~
Nicole wiped her hand on her linen pants, nerves jumping. Maybe she shouldn’t have done that last line of coke. She couldn’t believe they were about to do this. Jonathan had actually found a guy and investigated him. She didn’t know what had made her think of a threesome, she just knew that things were not right in her marriage, and hadn’t been for a long time. Their lovemaking, when they actually did make love, had become over the last several months become stilted and dry, a distance in Jonathan’s eyes that never seemed to fade. It was starting to affect everything else in their life. She didn’t think he was cheating, but she didn’t know what was wrong. Nicole hoped this did something, anything to get them back on track. She missed the easiness they used to have in bed and out of it.
At the sound of the doorbell ringing she jumped, hand nervously clutching the mantle, taking another sip of scotch. Things were about to get interesting.
The trembling in her arms made her pause, looking over at Jonathan’s back as he led the other man into their bedroom after a bit of stilted small talk in the living room. With hooded grey eyes and fine, straight, black hair, he reminded Nicole of a struggling artist, his build lithe and tall, and skin pale.
“So…what, I mean how do we start this?” she looked around the room as she moved to the foot of their bed, taking another long drink. Anything to settle her mind and still the trembling. Jonathan looked nervous too, face blank but eyes huge in his face.
Mitchell, their guest for the evening smiled, walking further into the room. “How about we sit on the bed…talk a bit?”
Trembling, Nicole perched on the edge, nervous and excited at the same time. She Looked up as Mitchell sat beside her, a gentle hand on her knee. He motioned for Jonathan to sit on the other side of her.
“You are very beautiful.” Mitchell looked deep into her eyes, breath soft on her face as he squeezed her knee.
She smiled, some of the nerves settling. “Thank you”
Nicole inhaled deeply, body aching in places she didn’t know could ache. Sitting up gingerly, she smoothed the hair from her face as she looked around. To say it had been amazing was an understatement. A glance to her left and she smiled, running her hands over the smooth, svelte back of Mitchell, sighing under her breath in satisfaction. Rustling at the foot of the bed caught her eye and she looked up frowning a bit, as she watched Jonathan rise from the bench, handsome face blank.
“I thought you were going to join in.” things had started off okay, but as Mitchell had gotten more into her, Jonathan had withdrawn, until it had just been her and the other man fucking on her marriage bed. Things were not working the way she’d thought.
With a shrug, Jonathan pulled on a grey t-shirt and sweats. “Maybe next time.” He started to walk past the bed
Nicole huffed, arms crossed. “Jonathan —” she reached out for him, but he jerked away from her touch. She frowned, unnerved by the action.
“I have to go to the bathroom.” He rushed by, eyes flicking over her and the body next to her before he shut the door with a loud click.
~***~
How had he let Mitchell talk him into going to a gay club? Jonathan shook his head, looking around nervously as he headed to the bar. After last week’s debacle of a threesome, he needed to get his head straight. The whole time, as he’d watched another man have sex with his wife, he’d been thinking of Mitchell and what he wanted those nimble hands to do to him. It had been the only way to get hard and then he’d finally been able to participate, much to Nicole’s happiness. It bothered him though, on a deeper level that it had taken a man to get him erect. It also bothered him that it had taken Mitchell grabbing his ass and running a finger up and down his crack to give him the best orgasm he’d had in a LONG time. Maybe that was why he’d agreed to meet the other man. To get answers.
A hand on his shoulder had him turning to gaze into a pair of smiling grey eyes, just as the bartender gave him his drink, an enticingly masculine mouth smiling at him.
“You came.” Mitchell seemed surprised, the hand still on his shoulder, sliding down to his elbow. He looked over at the bartender, pointing at the drink in Jonathan’s hand. A nod and he walked away.
Jonathan nodded, gripping the glass of vodka in his hand tight. “I’m not sure why, but yes.”
Being midweek, the bar wasn’t that crowed and the bartender came back quickly with Mitchell’s drink. A knowing glimmer in Mitchell’s eyes and he tilted his head to his left. “Why don’t we go someplace we can talk?” Handing over a twenty, Mitchell tilted his head towards the back of the club.
The music was kind of loud and he kept feeling eyes on him. With a nod, he followed the other man as he led the way to a quieter part of the club; a sunken sectional of plush, cushiony purple couches and dim lighting. Mitchell sat down and patted a spot next to him. Jonathan sunk down gingerly, nervous and unsure.
“How have you been?” Mitchell leaned back and crossed his legs
Jonathan shrugged and looked at his drink. “I would say ok. Working.”
Mitchell took a sip, eyes intent on Jonathan’s face. “How’s the wife?” he touched the tip of his tongue to the corner of his mouth.
Jonathan wondered at the questions and the inanity of them. “Why did you ask me here tonight? What’s the plan?” he looked the other man straight in his eyes, even while his stomach shivered in anticipation.
Mitchell reached out; set his glass on the low table in front of them. “I wanted to get you alone…see if you…needed to talk.”
“About what?” he knew he was being evasive, but he didn’t want to think too hard, not with Mitchell sitting so close to him.
A well-manicured eyebrow arched his way, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Why it took me playing with your ass to get to you cum for starters.”
Jonathan flushed and yanked his gaze away. “I – I don’t know.”
Mitchell put a hand on his knee, his hand starting to rub it with slow, methodical strokes. “Jonathan…it’s okay. I get what you are going through. I’ve been there.”
Jonathan swung back to stare at him. “What…what are you talking about?”
A smile and the other man leaned in closer. “Let me show you.”
Jonathan’s heart started pounding. Mitchell was giving him an intent, hungry stare. One of the agile hands lifted, caressed his cheek, then slid to his neck. Jonathan shivered under the touch. He lifted his face to meet Mitchell’s mouth, descending onto his. A surprisingly gentle kiss; then the tip of Mitchell’s tongue ran between his lips, parted them on a burst and explored his mouth. Somehow, Jonathan’s arms had wound around the other’s man’s neck. He slid his tongue over Mitchells and he moaned quietly. The hand on his neck cupped the back of his head, while Mitchell’s other arm wrapped around his waist. Jonathan dragged his teeth over Mitchell’s lower lip, the other man hissing and his grip tightened. Both of Mitchell’s hands fell to Jonathan’s ass and pulled him into his lap, hard body to hard body, kneeling astride a man’s lap for the first time. a hardness pressed against his stomach and he groaned. The warm mouth was doing amazing things to his neck and ear now, licking and sucking. The strong hands, still on his ass, were squeezing and caressing him. The noise of the club dimmed, slid away as he sunk into the warm delicious feeling of Mitchell’s mouth back on his. This was what he’d been missing, what he’d been longing for.
The hand creeping into the back of his pants jerked him out his reverie and he wrenched his mouth from Mitchells. “What are you doing?”
Mitchell ran a hand over his back. “Just relax…no one can see us.”
Dubious, Jonathan looked around, unsettled to see several pairs of eyes watching them avidly. He pushed away, nearly falling to the floor as he struggled to get to his feet. “I need to be getting home.”
“Jonathan –”
He held up a hand, stopping the other man mid-sentence. “I need to go.” He turned and nearly knocking several men to the ground, rushed out the door.
