by K A Sands
I couldn’t speak with a mouthful of hot flesh, but I think that was his point. I desperately needed some friction of my own, but he paid me no mind, continuing to fuck my face; short sharp jabs in and out that had saliva dribbling down my chin.
There was no warning as thick ropes of cum jetted down my throat, only his hands tightening around my wrists and the salty fluid spurting from my mouth gave any indication Shaun was ejaculating. He pushed in as far as he could and stilled, wiry pubes tickled my nose and I held my breath, trying to swallow while half suffocated with Shaun showing me no mercy. His hips thrust a few more times, his hands relaxing their grip when he leaned his head to mine, the intensity of the moment bleeding away.
When he let go of me, I reached down to his waist, his clammy skin under my fingertips, electric. I must have interpreted the act all wrong - no sooner had he emptied himself, he was up and off, reaching for his clothes, taking me a moment to digest his movements.
“What the hell are you doing, Shaun?” I cried out, willing my jellied bones to co-operate. I might not have come myself, but Shaun always had a habit of rendering me immobile, no matter what we did.
“Leaving,” he stated. Just like that. Like it was no big deal.
“Leaving?” I repeated the dirty word, watching him shoving on his jeans.
“Yip!” Popping the p, he smiled down at me. “Thanks!” He walked from the room.
What the fuck?
Ungracefully climbing from the floor, I chased him down the hallway. The guy was fucking with me, right? Jostling his feet into his trainers I realised a little too late, that no, he wasn’t messing with me, he was really leaving. Throwing his t-shirt over his head and grabbing at the rest of his stuff, he didn’t even look at me as he pulled open the front door. Then left.
He fucking left.
I collapsed down the wall, defeated. He’d left me lying on the floor with cum dribbling down my chin and a half hard cock. Oh, to the fuck no - no way.
No goddamned way.
Thumping my head back against the wooden floor, my skull cracked painfully as I lay sprawled out, frustrated and stunned. Heartbroken. I wouldn’t survive if he truly meant what he’d done.
Hearing the beep of my phone from somewhere, the hallway table I thought, I sat up, rubbing at the back of my head. Scrambling to my feet I frantically searched for it, hoping it was Shaun.
He had to come back. He belonged here. I didn’t want to drive him away, not like that. The days were too long and empty without him. I needed him to come back. He was my everything. I was so over myself.
His name flashed across my screen when I finally found the stupid phone and I huffed out a relieved breath when I opened his message.
Shaun: Open the fucking door!
Epilogue
I slapped at Ayden’s arse as he climbed the stairs in front of me. Eyeing the delectable roundness of his cheeks through the tight denim jeans he’d poured himself into that morning. I grinned wickedly. He was fit, a fit hottie. No wonder, climbing ten flights of stairs. The swine refused to use the lift, insisting I did the same, I really didn’t mind it all that much, especially if I got the view I had right then.
Faltering on the seventh-floor landing, Ayden rounded on me when my foot hit the top stair, swiftly mashing my body against the puce green wall before dipping his lips to mine. Seemingly at war with himself, he pulled back. Muttering ‘fuck it’ he dove in, devouring me. Two minutes of tongue twister later, and I was a horny mess.
“Race you!”
Ayden took off, running for the stairs, taking them two at a time in his effort to beat me to the flat. He needn’t have bothered, I wasn’t running up three flights of stairs for anything. I was still slumped against the wall reeling from the scorching heat of Ayden’s lips and a painful hard on pushing against my jeans.
The man could kiss. Fuck, he could do a lot of things. But the kissing? Never got old.
I took my time climbing those last flights of stairs. I was fit enough, Ayden kept me that way, but I wanted some puff left in me when I reached the Loft. I had other things in mind to expend my energy on.
By the time I’d closed the door behind me and threw my trainers under the hallway table, Ayden was making his way to the lounge in just a pair of ratty old sweats, swinging the take-out bag onto the coffee table.
“Grab some beer?”
This was what we did on Fridays. Take-out, beer, make-out, beer, movie, make-out, beer. Not necessarily in that order. Sometimes we never got past the first beer before we were stripping each other naked on the lounge floor. Sometimes we’d roll into bed after the movie and too many beers, kiss for a minute or two then huddle down with one another. Both scenarios were equally as good. Friday’s were ours.
“You enrol today?” he asked as I handed him a bottle then flopped down next to him. Reaching out I pulled lids from the Chinese take-out cartons he’d set in front of us. The smell made my stomach grumble. I hadn’t realised how hungry I was.
I had. I’d enrolled in community college. A far cry from being a University student, but a man with no education had to start somewhere. Community college was where I needed to go first.
“Yip.” I licked my finger that I’d accidently dipped into the Chinese curry sauce. “Mmmm...” I moaned, closing my eyes to savour the taste.
“Do that again.”
“What?” I asked, confused.
“That noise when you sucked your finger.”
“I can give you something to suck if you want. You only need ask, Ayden.” I winked at him, sticking my index finger back into the sauce. “It tastes good, you know it’s my favourite. Let me eat the fucking thing.”
“I will, baby. I will.” Tipping the bottle of beer to his mouth he took a healthy gulp then set his bottle at his feet. “So, college? You’re in?”
“Yeah, it’s all go. I aced the test they threw at me. The tutor’s a bit worried I might find it too easy and get bored though. The test showed how much I understood numbers apparently.”
“He might have a point.”
“Maybe. I need that qualification to move on, so boring or not, I gotta stick in and ride it out.” I shrugged at him, he knew what I was saying.
We ate in silence, which was the norm for us. When we were hungry, eating was the only thing to cross our minds, nothing much passed our lips except the food we shovelled in our mouths. It was a reason we didn’t go out often.
“You happy, Shaun?”
The question was so peculiar, I could only stare at him. “What are you asking? What kind of question is that?” I didn’t hide the disbelief from him.
He was stewing on something, I could see it working away but I let him take his time working up to whatever it was niggling at him. He’d spill soon enough, not one to skirt around anything, even if it was a tough subject.
“You don’t want to go back to your life before? I mean, Boomer is surely going to be coming home soon and he is such a big part of your past.” He shoved the lid on top of the fried rice carton and sat back on the sofa. “I guess I just wondered if you missed it. If this,” he waved his hand around the room, “is enough for you. If I’m enough for you.” He bowed his head and studied his hands. “Is this not boring?”
Turning to face him, I took his stubbled chin in my hand and kissed his greasy lips. What a silly man he was. I gave him my best smile, which wasn’t hard as all my bests were reserved for Ayden. “I love you. And this is not boring.”
The simple words must have washed away whatever insecurities he was having, for he pounced on me, climbing on top as we fell backwards onto the soft cushions.
“Make that noise again.”
Smirking, I bit at the end of his nose playfully. “Make me.”
“Oh, I’ll make you all right.” He ground his pelvis against me, making his arousal known. “You’re my bitch tonight. Make the noise again.”
Shifting his head down, his lips connected with the soft fleshy part of my neck where I h
ad a sensitive spot. For him anyway. When he played there, I made all kinds of noises, never mind the one he was asking for.
“Mmmm...”
“There it is...” The nip of his teeth suggested it was make-out time, food forgotten, take-out was going cold.
“Shaun...”
I swept my hands down his bare skin, tucking my fingers into the back of his sweat pants, gripping the soft flesh of his arse. The sweats were the only obstacle in my way, he’d neglected to put a t-shirt on earlier, and forgone his boxers like normal.
“Wait...take your shit off. Let me see you. There’s always something new to find.”
“How about you inspect something else,” I laughed.
“Get the fucking clothes off. I’m still hungry.” His tone teased but I knew better than to delay with disrobing, Ayden had no patience. I was sick of buying new clothes, his enthusiasm usually meant ripped collars and arm holes as he’d simply rip if I wasn’t quick enough. He left most unsalvageable, even Laura couldn’t sew many back together.
Raising up, he allowed me the room to jiggle out of my t-shirt and then awkwardly fumble my jeans downwards leaving them at my ankles. I laid underneath him in only my boxers, my rock-hard dick tenting the fabric.
“That tingly lube shit you got? Where’d you put it?”
“Oh, fuck, yeah. That’s some good stuff. I left it on the counter in the bathroom.” I remembered the fun we had the last time we’d used it in the shower. Oh hell, sensation overload and intense orgasms came aplenty.
Ayden rolled off me, falling onto the floor in a silly way only he could manage. “Be right back.”
I stretched out and kicked my jeans from my feet to the floor, palming my crotch in anticipation, excitement unfurling inside. Ayden only needed to look at me to get me hard most days.
The knock at the door startled me from thoughts of Ayden’s cock drilling me good all night. No one really came to the Loft. It wasn’t that we didn’t have friends, we just didn’t have friends over. The flat was our sanctuary. It would most likely be a neighbour and safe enough not to have to get dressed again. I could cup my stiffy and stand behind the door, just stick my head out.
Another knock came as I swung the door open, my intentions to hide my aroused state forgotten.
“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Piercing blue eyes travelled the length of my mostly naked body, stopping at my dick which had poked its head through the slit at the front where the buttons had worked loose. “And happy to see me too.”
“Who is it, baby?” Ayden called from behind as he padded down the hall toward me. I turned my head to him stupefied, and it must have shown on my face. “Shaun?”
“Hi, son.”
“Mum?”
Stella...
...Stella is coming next.
Stella UK
Stella US
Stella AU
Stella CA
Sneak Peek. Stella, Book #2.5, The Razer Series.
Twenty two years.
Eight thousand and thirty days.
A lifetime.
I am a poison sifting through your veins. The voice in your head amplifying your doubts. The dread you feel while you look over your shoulder. I’ll stand on your chest and keep you down, push your head under water given half the chance. Plunge a knife in your chest and watch you bleed out. Burn your house and inhale the ashes.
With a smile, and a heart that bleeds lead.
I am a victim revelling in revenge.
A jilted wife. A childless mother.
Bang!
I’m coming for you all...
The nail biting conclusion to the story of the ice queen, Stella. If you’ve loved to hate her up until now...nothing’s going to change. There’s no redeeming the irredeemable. You need to read Calling Time (Book #1) before embarking on Stella’s journey, and to understand who she is. Please be aware, this book contains mature and upsetting themes and you must be 18+ to read.
Stella
It was time to stop fucking the pool boy.
I recognised the act for what it was. Desperation. A sad, lonely forty something divorcee looking for cheap thrills and comfort in all the wrong places.
Still, he’d been a good fuck, eager to please.
But it was time to go home. I wasn’t done yet, and his voice over the line confirmed it. I grinned as I tucked the last of my clothes into the small carry on and zipped the case closed.
I had unfinished business.
Old scores to settle once and for all.
Things to destroy.
Acknowledgements
Holy Shit! Pardon my language, but I’m over here heaving a huge sigh of relief in among the tears! This book - what a journey. I’ve been to the edge a time or two with these boys, I tell you.
A little history for those that are interested in how us authors write what we write and what makes us do it. Changing Tides was the first book I wrote, over two years ago. It was raw, messy, had huge gaps in it and not worthy of anyone reading. I sent it to someone, whose response was lukewarm. In hindsight, I now understand why, and it was nothing to do with the state of the manuscript, but it doesn’t matter. After a lot of cajoling from a woman I hardly knew, I bit the bullet and sent her the same manuscript - flaws and all - because trust me, it was crap. She saw something in it, I don’t know what, but her enthusiasm was catching, her encouragement the reason why I’m 4 books in, with many more to come.
Anyway, this was meant to be the first book I released. Meant to be a standalone. But, I sat on it and reworked it, rewrote it (many, many times) and although it has some of the core plots from that very first draft, it is a vastly different book. From this book, the series unfolded, and I realised, to get to Shaun and Ayden, I had to go the long way around. I didn’t feel my writing skill did them any justice either.
More than two years later - I finally feel the boys are ready. Their story is ready. I have never been so nervous about any of my other books, as I am about this one. I LOVE Changing Tides, it is my baby, and a book that will always have a special place in my heart. I hope you do too!
For The Sand Pit ladies. I couldn’t have done this one without you. You all know how stressed this book has made me and been right there with such wonderful words of encouragement. I make special mention to Lesley and Emma, because these two girls have talked me off a ledge late at night more than once. I’m not a talker, I hide, but you lovely lot don’t let me.
Lesley - I don’t have the words. I know I can write a book, but I struggle doing this part. Just know, it’s everything! All you do, it’s everything, and I thank my lucky stars we met each other when we did. Because we both know, this wouldn’t be happening. Love you and thank you xxx
Sharon - You’re manic. I say this to you often. Slow down, woman. Thank you for the support you so unselfishly give xxx
Marian - You’re always so wise, see things I don’t. Your support means the world, thank you for giving me a go xxx
Emma- Louise - We’re the quiet ones, but you have big words for me. Always have, and those words stick more than you know. Your enthusiasm still catches me off guard, but I’m so glad you’re right there with me! Thank you <3
Claire - I wish, I wish...slumber party. You know what I’m saying. We would never sleep. Your advice and wisdom is taken, always. And I have missed talking to you. Love you xxx
Fran from Francessca’s PR & Design. Again, another great host. Thank you for doing the release and putting up with my freak outs. Hope you enjoy your summer holidays xxx
ALL the bloggers and readers. We can’t do this without you. You are appreciated and held in high regard for what you do. Thank you for taking a look at Changing Tides and spreading the word. You’re priceless.
Lastly, but never least - My family. I love you. You make me, me. There’s not another place in the world I’d rather be than with you all <3
Also by K A Sands
Taylor, Book #0.5, The Razer Series.
Calling Time, Book #1, The Razer Series.
Ryder, Book #1.5, The Razer Series.
Coming Soon
Stella, Book #2.5, The Razer Series. (July)
Descent. M/M. Book #1. Duet. (August)
Ascent. M/M. Book #2. Duet. (November tentative)
Untitled Holiday Book (December)
2019
Chasing Tricks, Book #3, The Razer Series. (Ben and Sophie)
Craving Truths, Book #4, The Razer Series. (Chrissie and Warren)
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