RTC Readings/Excerpts

If you weren’t able to attend my reading last night at Romancing the Capital (there were many events going on) I’ve got them here!

Reading/excerpt #1, from Beyond the Edge (Book 1 in The James Lucas Trilogy):

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“So dance with me…”
He started moving and, by God if, once he forgot about everyone else, he wasn’t a natural. I knew the boy could move, he’d fucked me crazy. He just needed a way to let go and apparently my command did the trick.
We moved together to the beat of the music, rocking our hips and flirting with each other, sweating and smiling and having fun.
Then the band started to play a slow, sultry number so I took Sebastian’s wrist, spinning him around, and took his other wrist so that his arms crossed in front of him. Then I pulled him back against me, making him move with me. I swayed my hips, pressing my hard-on against his leather-clad ass and holding his hands to his sides. His head lolled back against my shoulder, his eyes closed, and he swayed with me, pushing back against my erection. Heaven. The scent of him, the feel of his body against mine, everything swirled together into a hazy fog of happiness. I felt euphoric, aroused, and so excited by this beautiful boy and the possibilities ahead of us.
“Let’s get out of here,” I said in his ear, flicking my tongue against the lobe.
He turned his head, nodding. I let go of his wrists and in a moment we were kissing, sharing our passion with each other and the entire dance floor. My fingers wove into his hair, holding him still as I kissed those perfect lips, hungrily feasting on him until I couldn’t take anymore. His hands clutched my shirt and I could feel his need, not to mention my own. We had to go… I wrenched myself away from him. Some guys smiled at the two of us knowingly but I didn’t even care as I twined my fingers with his, holding his gaze and said, breathlessly, “My place?” As soon as we stepped out of the bar and headed down the steps, Sebastian said, “We could go to my place, if you want? It’s closer.”
“Sold,” I said, grabbing his hand and lacing my fingers with his.
He squeezed my hand, hard, as we stepped onto the sidewalk. “How fast can you walk?” He sounded breathless already.
“Watch me,” I said, pulling him along. We kept stopping to grope each other as we climbed the stairs to Sebastian’s apartment. By the time we actually got the door open and moved inside, I’d gotten his jacket off and was unbuttoning his white shirt.
“Tate…” he moaned, kissing me frantically and helping me with his shirt. “Oh…fuck!…I wanna…I wanna…fuck…you…” He breathed out between kisses.
I groaned, ripping the last button from his shirt as I wrenched it off him, pushing him backward into his room. I was desperate, so horny and wild for him. I shoved him roughly down onto his bed and started to strip. He nodded, his eyes like two blue coals, staring at me from under hooded lids. He lay back, taking his pants down and off and his cock rose, thick and red, before me.
“Well, goddammit…” I murmured, tossing my shirt on the floor and pulling my own pants off. “…If you think you can do the job,” I teased him, grinning.
He laughed. “Get over here…”
And I was on him. We struggled together, naked and both achingly hard and eager. He pressed me down on the bed beneath him, covering me with his muscular body, rubbing his erection against my own.
“Oh my God…” He looked down at me, blond hair falling in front of his eyes. He shook it out of them. “I want to fuck you so hard, Tate, so fucking long and so fucking hard…”
I arched my back, pushing myself up to him. “Then do it…do it now…”

Beyond the Edge, MLR Press

I will have hard copies of this book and the other two books in The James Lucas Trilogy at the book signing on Saturday (2-4).

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Reading/Excerpt #2, from The Loft – Book One:

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As soon as we arrived home James took us upstairs. It had been ages since we’d been in the loft. We’d been enjoying the more informal aspect of being intimate in other spaces without the formality of the dedicated play space. But I think all three of us were glad to be here again.

“Sebastian, leave your clothes on. Tate, strip.”

Oh. So that’s how it’s gonna be.

I slowly removed my clothes while James and Sebastian watched. If we’d been in the bedroom I’d have asked them if they wanted to put on some music since I was obviously performing for their benefit, but not here. There was a certain protocol to be followed in this space where James had absolute control and a very low tolerance for flippant remarks. I’d best keep quiet and do as told.

“Sebastian, stand in the middle of the room, please, facing the cross.”

“Yes, Sir.” Sebastian, still in his church clothes—white cotton dress shirt, black pants and leather loafers—obeyed.

James approached me. “You, my friend, are going up there,” he said, nodding at the wooden beams of the St. Andrew’s Cross on the wall.

“Yes, Sir. Whatever you wish …” I said, determined to be the perfect little sub today. I’d beat Oliver at his own game.

James smiled. “Good boy.”

He positioned me facing outward, my wrists and ankles in the cuffs so that I stood spread-eagled and vulnerable. Walking over to the cabinet he said, “You know I haven’t forgotten your little outburst at the library.”

Oh shit.

He returned carrying a ball gag and a cock ring. He snapped the ring into place and stroked me quickly to an erection. “That will help keep you ready. Open your mouth.”

He placed the ball between my teeth and fastened the strap behind my head. Then he took my chin very roughly and made me look at him.

“That was quite the display of unwarranted jealousy. So today I’m gagging you and you’re going to watch me play with another man.”

Since the other man in this case was Sebastian I only felt jealous in the sense of wanting to be included in the fun. Being bound naked and helpless while they enjoyed each other would be very frustrating but I suppose I deserved it.

I murmured “Uh huh,” behind the gag as James kissed the corner of my mouth.

“Good boy.”

He backed up, admiring his handiwork, then turned to Sebastian. “Don’t move,” he said as he walked around behind him.

Sebastian stared at me with his lips open slightly but remained motionless.

James pressed himself close against Sebastian from behind and began to unbutton the blond man’s shirt, occasionally sliding a hand underneath the crisp cotton to fondle Sebastian’s bare skin. He took his damn time, every now and then glancing my way and slowly working at another button. Very, very gradually Sebastian’s shirt came undone. As James leisurely undid the second to last button I noticed smudges of red on the pale skin of Sebastian’s abdomen. My first alarmed thought was that it was blood, but it wasn’t the right color. Soon I could see that the red smudge was a letter.

What the hell had James done? Flashbacks to a particular personal debasement with a tube of red lipstick came to mind.

Oh hell.

James popped the final button and the sides of Sebastian’s white shirt fell away. They both stared at me as I read what James had written on Sebastian’s belly, just above his happy trail and the low-hanging band of his dress pants.

Property of James L. and Tate M.

I felt a jolt in my groin. I think I moaned.

James must have applied this mark of ownership in his distinctive cursive scrawl before Sebastian dressed for church this morning and while Sebastian sang in his fancy clothes and choir robes, his angelic voice reaching spiritual heights, only he and James knew of this private debasement.

My heart beat loud in my chest.

Sebastian stared at me with fire in his blue eyes and slowly smiled.

The Loft – Book One, MLR Press.

The Loft – Book Two will be out on Friday, August 11th from MLR Press!

The Loft by MP

 

Shower

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“In the shower, please. I want you to clean each other and I want it to be thorough. That means behind the ears and in the crack. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir,” we said. We stepped into the shower. It was only after I’d turned on my showerhead and turned around that I got a good look at Sebastian. If we were in a cartoon there’d be bombs going off in the balloon over my head. Jesus fucking Christ. If he wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I mean, ever.
He was facing the other way and had tilted his head forward under the water to let it soak his hair. The warm rivulets ran over his defined muscles and smooth skin, down his long legs and into the drain at his beautiful naked feet.
I glanced at James. He sat there, watching us intently with a little hint of a smile on his face. I turned back to Sebastian, picking up the body wash.
“You can talk to each other,” James said, “but only about the task at hand, please.”
“Turn around,” I said to Sebastian.
Sebastian turned his head and smiled, twisting under the hot water until he stood before me in all his glory. He shook the water out of his eyes. We stared at each other for a long moment, during which we seemed to communicate our mutual pleasure at what was occurring.
“Get on with it,” James said sternly.
I broke from that blue-eyed gaze and poured some body wash into my hand. For the next fifteen minutes I soaped and lathered that beautiful boy from top to bottom, not missing a spot, delighting in his soft smiles and grunts of pleasure from my gentle ministrations. Afterwards, he did the same to me. This reciprocal bathing resulted in some pretty obvious signs of arousal by the time we’d finished. Our dicks looked like a matching set, although I noticed that Sebastian’s stood somewhat thicker and longer than my own.

We glanced at James. He had crossed one of his long legs over the other and watched us with a lackadaisical air that belied the bulge we could both see.

~ Beyond the Edge, Chapter Three.

 

 

Flashback

In The Loft – Book Three, James, Tate and Sebastian look back on some pivotal moments thanks to some archived CCTV camera footage.

 

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The next afternoon we set ourselves up in the basement with pizza and beer. James had already transferred all the files to a memory stick as Donovan had suggested so he inserted it into the USB port in the LG flatscreen.

“First weekend,” James murmured, clicking on the first .dvp file.

And suddenly there we were. I was transported back to that Friday evening as I watched Sebastian greet me at the door and lead me by the hand to the living room sofa. The image quality was actually pretty good. It was in colour and we could see everything pretty well. The only thing it didn’t have was sound.

“Jesus. Look how young we were!” I couldn’t help saying. I sidelined a glance at James. “Y’old pedophile.”

He laughed. “You were both legal.”

“Barely,” I said. “I mean, I was, but Sebastian looks like he’s about nineteen!” I’d been twenty-seven and Sebastian had been twenty-three or twenty-four, I couldn’t remember.

“That wasn’t even two years ago,” James said. “You’re being dramatic.”

Moi?

We continued and I was struck silent because I imagined James upstairs at the time watching this scene between Sebastian and me unfold on his laptop. No wonder he’d saved it.

In the video Sebastian undid my pants and bent to take my erect dick in his mouth as I tried to quell my pretty damn obvious excitement. We’d never even touched before this day and we were practically complete strangers. James had told Sebastian exactly what to do when I arrived.

I glanced at James. He met my gaze and smiled.

“See why I saved it? I could tell there was something special between you right from the start. But I had no idea at that time that it would take you away from me.”

We watched the scenes from that first weekend with rapt attention. Of course he didn’t have the shower scene. There wasn’t a camera in any of the bathrooms. I was somewhat relieved and a little bit disappointed.

When we came to the part in the loft with me tied to the bench and Sebastian on the cross with the dildo up his ass my breath caught.

“You have no idea how much I enjoyed that weekend.” James said softly. “It was the first time I’d ever had two subs to play with at the same time.”

“Shhh,” I said, leaning forward as I watched myself in the video crawl to Sebastian and take his cock in my mouth. By that time he’d been watching James play with me for a long time and he was ready to come. I watched, transfixed, as he shuddered and writhed, coming violently in my mouth. I saw the scene from an entirely different perspective. It was incredibly hot.

“That’s it,” James said as the movie finished. “What next?”

~ Elizabeth Lister, The Loft – Book Three, rough draft

The Second Coming

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When we got back to Michael’s I felt pretty tipsy from all the drinks I’d had. I tripped over the doormat and almost fell. He caught me.

“Easy…” he said. He unlocked the door and helped me inside. He closed it behind us and looked at me, assessing.

“What?” I said. A hearty belch escaped me. “’Scuse me.” I snorted, laughing at my own gracelessness.

“I don’t think you’re in any condition to top me tonight.”

“Chickening out?”

He shook his head. “Nope. Just taking a rain check.” He helped me out of my boots as I leaned on him.

“S-sorry. It just caught up with me all of a sudden. S’been quite a day.”

“Do you want to go to bed?” He straightened up and I reached for his belt.

“Yeah, but I’m not ready to sleep yet…” I fumbled with his buckle.

He took off his jacket. “Jack, wait. Let’s get inside at least…” he pushed my hands away and walked into the living room, switching on some lamps.

“Michael,” I said calmly, still standing by the door. I gave him the sternest look I could manage in my slightly drunken state. “If your cock isn’t inside me in the next ten minutes I can’t be responsible for what I might do. If you don’t want me to top you tonight then whip out that huge motherfucker and do me for Christ’s fucking sake…”

He stared at me, his mouth open. His eyes burned with lust. He looked fierce, suddenly, and as eager as I. “You want to do it here or in the bedroom?”

I moved toward where he stood by the black leather armchair. “Fuck, Michael, I’m not gonna make it to the bedroom.”

When I got near enough, he grabbed me. He pulled me against him, kissing me with his own desperate need. I felt his huge cock pressed, hard as steel, against me.

Suddenly, he pulled his mouth away. He turned me roughly so I was facing the chair. “You want me to fuck you over this chair?” he said, his voice shaky but determined.

“Fuck, yeah…” I felt his hands on my flies, undoing my jeans and tugging them down.

He pushed me so that I fell forward onto the chair. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

My whole body shook with need as I waited breathlessly for his return. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted him. And I didn’t want him to be gentle.

He returned soon. He’d taken off his shirt and socks. His grey slacks had the belt open and the top button undone. I could see how fucking hard he was.

He put the condom and bottle of lube on the side table. I felt his hands on my back, pushing my shirt up. “Fuck you look good like this…”

I felt his lips on the skin of my back. His hands slid along my sides to my hips. It felt exquisite. “Shit…You’re running out of time, Michael.”

He laughed softly. “I don’t think you’re in any position to threaten me.” He slapped me hard on my ass, making me shout, “Jesus!”

His warm hand caressed my ass, soothing it. “Was that too hard?”

I shook my head frantically. “No, that was fucking perfect. Do it again.”

He did. I groaned and pounded the chair with my fist. “Oh, fuck!”

“You really like that, don’t you?” He spanked me again.

“Yes… yeah… oh fuck, Michael…” I heard his breath come harshly as he spanked me a few more times.

“Oh fuck…” he said, “This is so hot…”

My ass burned but the heat radiated through my body. My cock leaked and twitched in response to the slaps.

“You have to stop or I’m gonna come before you even start fucking me…” I moaned, my voice breathless and desperate.

He grabbed the condom and lube. Soon I felt his slippery fingers in my crack, readying me.

Suddenly, his hot breath caressed my ear. He whispered, “Come for me, beautiful boy…” and I lost it.

The orgasm screamed through me. I heard my cries as if someone else were making them. I floated and fell and shattered into pieces. My cock exploded and I yelled like a fucking girl.

“Jesus!” Michael exclaimed. He stilled deep inside me and found his own release, shaking and trembling against me, yelling and cursing unintelligibly.

His orgasm seemed to go on forever while I kept seeing stars and planets and fucking galaxies. When I came back to earth, I felt his weight on me. I felt his heart hammering in his chest, matching mine beat for fucking beat, and I had never felt so connected to another person. His hands rested on my hips, his sweaty cheek against my shoulder.

After a few minutes, he said. “What… what the fuck was that…”

I groaned as an aftershock of pleasure coursed through me. “I don’t know…” I started laughing. I couldn’t stop. I laughed so hard that tears started forming.

~ Elizabeth Lister, The Crush, MLR Press 2011

 

Skate Lace

When we got home we went upstairs to change out of our skating gear. My jeans were still wet from a fall and I imagine James’ clothes were also damp.

As I was arranging my stuff on the back of a chair to dry James called down the hall. “There’s lots of room in the shower if you’d like to join me.”

How could I resist?

The ensuite shower in James’ master suite, as I’d quickly discovered in those early days, was very large. Plenty big enough for two. Engineered as a wet room, the double ended shower had no glass door or curtain. Lined with grey tile and equipped with bench, cubbies for shampoo and other items, and state of the art rain shower heads, it was like being at a private spa.

“In you go,” James said, turning on one of the showerheads and directing me to stand underneath it. “I’ll be right back.”

I watched him walk out the door with some trepidation. He was naked, like I was, so I didn’t think he’d go far. But I was always a bit nervous when James did something unexpected. The guy was a virtuoso when it came to sexual game playing.

Sure enough, he came back into the bathroom carrying one of my skates.

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“What the hell are you gonna do with that?” I asked, starting to feel very worried. I’d just had the blades sharpened.

James gave me a sly look and laid the skate on the bathroom counter. Then he began to very slowly pull the lace out of it, glancing at me with mysterious intent as he did so.

What was he planning? I shook the water out of my eyes and continued to wash myself as he extracted the dirty white lace from the skate boot.

When he had it free he balled it up in his fist and joined me in the shower, luckily leaving the skate itself on the bathroom counter.

He came under the hot water with me and immediately captured my lips with his, kissing me with passion. Then he pulled back.

He held out his fist and opened it so that the black skate lace unfurled from its anchor point between his fingers.

I glanced at him, wondering at his plans.

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He held it under the water, wetting it thoroughly, and began to glide it over my skin, starting at my neck and shoulders but moving ever so slowly downward.

It felt like a tiny wet snake or sea creature caressing me. I closed my eyes to enjoy it even more, not knowing where it would land next. He took his time, sliding it over my wet buttocks, up my abdomen, over my shoulder, giving my skin the occasional soft kiss in its wake.

This was James’ skill. Taking something as simple and innocent as the lace from an old pair of skates and turning it into an implement of erotic seduction.

Finally, after teasing me for a very long time, he reached down and deftly tied the wet lace around the base of my erection, behind my balls, where it became the perfect makeshift cock ring.

“That will teach you to make fun of my skating skills.”

My chest moved with fast breaths as I stared at him, desire flaming. “Yes, Sir.”

He took the long end of the lace and wound it over and around the top of my balls, pushing the testicles down so that they ached with tension. He secured it somehow so that my junk was trussed like a stuffed piglet. It hurt, but in a good way – as usual. There were safety scissors in the bathroom vanity. There were safety scissors in every room of the house because James never knew where he might be inspired to tie one, or both, of us up.

“That will keep you quiet.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Reach up and hold onto the shower head.”

I did, my hands grasping the warm steel as the water coursed over my bent head and shoulders.

“Good boy.”

~ Excerpt from The Loft – Book Two, coming summer 2017

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