by Ker Dukey
“Fuck off,” he rumbles.
God, he really knows the buttons to push to get my dick hard and the urge to punish him overwhelming.
Whap!
The crop slices through the air, between his thighs, slapping his nut sac, making him scream. I fucking love his screams. Digging my fingers in his hip to hold him still, I strike him again, this time on the back of his thigh. He squirms and curses, but he never takes his hands from the wall. To reward him, I rub my finger between his cheeks, teasing his hole, then smack his ass with the crop.
Whap!
Whap!
Whap!
I watch with delight as red stripes crisscross his pale flesh. So fucking beautiful. When my dick is seeping with the need to be inside him, I toss the crop to the floor and step back.
“You know what I want,” I growl as I lie back on the bed.
He trembles as he removes the rest of his clothing. His dick is hard and bobbing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He picks up the Hush complimentary pouch of lube and tears it open with his teeth. My gaze sears into him as I watch him pour it all over his fingers and then reach behind himself to get it ready.
“Show me, boy,” I order.
His eyes flicker with heat before he turns around. I watch with satisfaction as he fingerfucks his asshole. When he adds a second finger, I groan.
“Good,” I croon. “Now come sit on my cock where you belong.”
He pulls his fingers out, then straddles me on the bed. I stroke his cock as he grips my dick to ease himself down over my length.
“Fuck me good,” I instruct. “I want to see your dick bouncing.”
Just like when he’s on stage, he rocks his hips and dances to songs that only play inside his head. So fucking hot and mine. I still can’t believe it. My eyes take in his perfect form and the way his lower abs flex each time he moves his body over mine.
“Faster,” I command, desperate to see him lose control.
With his naughty gaze on mine, he slows it to a teasing crawl.
“Bad boy,” I snarl.
I smack his dick, making his ass clench around my cock.
“Fuck!” he hisses. “Fuck!”
“Faster then.”
He stays steady, taunting and teasing.
I slap his dick harder, and he cries out and starts to pull away, but I grip his hips, forcing him to fuck me faster. His fingers dig into my chest as he gives in and starts moving quicker. With his eyes closed and his mouth parted, he looks like a fucking angel. I’ve never seen anything so fucking gorgeous in all my life.
“Come here and kiss me, boy,” I beg, hating how needy I sound.
He flashes me the sweetest of smiles. “I love you, Blaine.”
Our lips crash together, a chaotic thrashing of tongues, lips, and teeth. He owns me heart and soul with one kiss, while I own his body and mind with mine. We’re a perfect pair, creating something fucking magical together.
I’m about to come, so I reach between us and jerk him right into ecstasy. The moment he moans, his ass clenching around my dick, I come with a groan. I fill him up, and when I’m wrung dry, I yank him to me. My cock softens and slips out of him, my seed leaking out all over the fucking place.
We’re a mess, but cleaning up my dirty boy is always the best part. I hug him to me and kiss his sweaty head, holding him close to my heart where he belongs.
“Love you too, Xa. Always will.”
He relaxes against me. It fills me with pride that he lets go of all the pressures of the world and all his inner chaos when we’re together. He frees himself for me, and oh what a gift it is. There have been many men in my past, but not one compares to Xavi Jacobs. He’s feeling and beauty and eroticism and music all wrapped into a broken, sexy-as-sin boy.
I may share him during the day with the world—the one he’s designed for them to see.
But every night, I get Xa. The real him. Free, vulnerable, unsure. He’s given me the softest parts of him and trusted me to take care of him.
He’s my boy.
He’ll always be my boy.
Two months later…
You cut me open.
Filled me up with you.
Never needed stitches, ‘cause you’re the fuckin’ glue.
I smirk, imagining Sofina echoing those words with me. It’ll sound sweet with her velvety voice dripping like honey all over those dark lyrics. Us coming together for a collaboration was one of Ronan’s best ideas yet.
Sofina is fucking brilliant. What started as a dinner between friends quickly turned into a brainstorming session in Ronan’s kitchen. We playfully started singing one of her songs, then one of mine, and then we sort of blended them, jiving off each other. Ronan’s eyes were fucking huge when he and Blaine came in not long after.
And so our collab was born.
We’ve decided to write something new, she and I. We’re going to record two versions—a power ballad, high vocals version, then one with the boys, complete with drums, bass, and heavy guitar riffs. It was our idea to do two of the same songs, recorded differently to try to market them to both the rock and pop crowds. Ronan was true to his word. I proved to him I could stay off drugs and out of trouble, and he renegotiated our contract. “Burn” was just a glimpse of what I could do, and he knew that.
It’s been number one for eight weeks straight with no signs of moving from the top spot.
Ever since that night at Sofina’s bar, it caught fire and has blazed bright since.
You rip me apart and I don’t care.
Everywhere. You’re everywhere.
I scribble down the newest possible lyrics. Tonight, I’ll suck Blaine’s dick, then ask for the password to the wireless Wi-Fi access point he brought with us in case Ronan needs to be in touch. We’re at the cabin, which he likes to keep technology free, but sometimes if I work him just right, he calls me a good boy and gives me whatever the fuck I want. Tonight, I just want to Facetime with my new friend Sofina and see what she thinks.
“Usually when you smirk like that, you’re about to get into trouble,” Blaine says as he shuts the front door behind him.
I’m stunned stupid at the sight of him. He’s been out front chopping wood like a fuckin’ lumberjack since a winter storm is said to be coming this week. But my hot-blooded man is drenched in sweat and had long-lost his fitted Henley. My mouth waters as I take in his ripped, tattooed muscles.
Fuck, he’s hot.
“What?” he asks, arching a brow and rubbing his palm down his chiseled abs. “Like something you see?”
I laugh. “You’re an asshole. You do this shit on purpose, don’t you? Distract me from work.”
“We come here so you’ll play too,” he says, his dark eyes gleaming with wickedness.
Rising from the couch, I toss the notebook aside and stalk over to him. His masculine scent—salty with a hint of pine—makes me thirsty to lick every inch of wetness from him. I settle for a heated kiss that has him gripping my ass hard.
“I think I could take a break to play,” I tease, nipping at his bottom lip.
He pulls away, grinning. “Let me shower first. Stay right here like a good boy. I’ll be back.”
As soon as he turns to go upstairs, I roll my eyes. I watch his back muscles flex as he walks up the steps, and I check out his ass. Stay. Yeah fucking right.
I rip off my shirt and prowl after him. Never will I get enough of this man. It still freaks me out sometimes that I’ve given up on pussy to settle for one dick. When I’m feeling low, it messes with my head a little. But all it takes is a kiss from Blaine to send my heart ratcheting through my chest. He chases away all the unease and confusion, filling me with certainty and him. Together, we fit. We’re fucking perfect. I don’t have to prove it to the world, just him. And every day, I work hard to show Blaine I’m a man worth having.
It turns out, Owen was also right. Our fans don’t care who I love. Women still want me, and so do men. But more than that, they want our music.
The sound of the shower running greets me the moment I enter our room. Blaine is already naked and stepping under the spray. I strip out of my clothes, hot on his heels. When I make it under the hot spray, he shakes his head at me.
“You disobeyed me, boy.”
He loves it.
Fucker loves punishing me, so I’m a good boy if we’re being fucking frank. I’m giving him what he wants. The chance to whip me into submission in a way that gets both our dicks hard.
“I’m a rebel,” I tell him with a grin as I grab the soap. “Can I make it up to you?”
His eyes darken as he nods. I start soaping his chest, running my fingers along the grooves of his V muscles, purposefully touching him everywhere but his hard-as-stone cock.
“You’re a tease,” he growls.
“You like it.”
He doesn’t argue. When I forcefully turn him around, he laughs, the rich sound echoing in the shower. Playfully, I smack his wet ass.
“Maybe I’m going to be in charge this time,” I taunt.
“Cute,” he grunts. “Really fucking cute.”
I hug him from behind, rubbing my dick between the crack of his ass. “You’re going to take it, boy,” I mock in a deep voice. “Every long inch.”
He growls.
The soap slips from my grip and hits the floor.
“Pick it up, boy,” I order, pretending to sound like him. “Pick it up so I can fuck your tight hole.”
I’m spun around so fast and slammed against the shower wall, I’m surprised he doesn’t send us through the glass. His eyes are fire and lust, burning wildly as he grips my throat tight. Our dicks are hard, sandwiched between us, wet and soapy.
“You’re in trouble now,” he warns, his eyes dipping to look down at my mouth.
I lick my lips and grin. “Good. Now punish me so I can get the Wi-Fi password.”
The corner of his mouth twitches, and I mentally high-five myself for almost getting him to smile after I’ve pissed him off. He quickly schools his features and grabs my wrist with his other hand, guiding it to his hot cock.
“You’re going to have to earn it, boy.”
I jack him off under the water, washing away the remnants of the soap, then drop to my knees, my eyes never leaving his. He grips a handful of my hair and hisses the moment I tease his tip with my tongue.
As I take him deep in my mouth, I can’t help but feel at peace. Blaine was everything I never knew I needed. He somehow knew and was drawn to me. And he forced me to face things I may never have been able to do on my own.
Now he owns every part of me.
He thrusts hard, sliding easily into my throat and making my muscles constrict. My mind dances with all the possibilities of how he’ll take me tonight. All night. Hard, brutal, relentless. And at the end of the night, we’ll fall together in a mess of sweaty limbs and whispered I love yous.
Sorry, Sof, no work tonight.
I’m about to be a bad boy and play with my man.
All. Night. Long.
Darting my eyes up to Blaine’s, I flash him an evil look before scraping my teeth along his dick.
“That right there will get you in trouble,” he growls.
Pulling off his cock, I smirk. “A spanking?”
His eyes narrow. “Use your imagination, boy.”
My mind reels with a million things he could do to me. All dark, devious, and hot as hell.
I can’t fucking wait.
The End
Play Me
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From international bestselling authors, Ker Dukey and K Webster comes a fast-paced, hot, instalove standalone lunchtime read from their KKinky Reads collection!
Pretty Little Dolls Series:
Pretty Stolen Dolls (Book 1)
Pretty Lost Dolls (Book 2)
Pretty New Doll (Book 3)
Pretty Broken Dolls (Book 4)
The V Games Series:
Vlad (Book 1)
Ven (Book 2)
Vas (Book 3)
KKinky Reads Collection:
Share Me
Choke Me
Daddy Me
Watch Me
Hurt Me
The Elite Seven Series:
Lust by Ker Dukey
Pride by J.D. Hollyfield
Wrath by Claire C. Riley
Envy by MN Forgy
Gluttony by K Webster
Sloth by Giana Darling
Greed by Ker Dukey and K Webster
Four Fathers Series:
Blackstone by Jessica Hollyfield
Kingston by Dani Rene
Pearson by K Webster
Wheeler by Ker Dukey
Four Sons Series:
Nixon by Ker Dukey
Hayden by J.D Hollyfield
Brock by Dani René
Camden by K Webster
Watch Me
Camden by K Webster
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Thank you to our hottie husbands. Baby Daddy and Mr. Webster are the real inspirations…even in this book…especially in this book…
Ker and K love each other and would normally use this section to thank each other, but they like to save the real thanks when they’re alone on video chat…
A huge thank you to our reader groups. You all are insanely supportive and we can’t thank you enough.
Thanks so much to Terrie Arasin and Misty Walker! Two of the best PAs everrrr! We love you ladies!
A gigantic thank you to those who always help K out. Elizabeth Clinton, Ella Stewart, Misty Walker, Holly Sparks, Jillian Ruize, Gina Behrends, Wendy Rinebold and Nikki Ash—you ladies are amazing!
Great thanks to Ker’s awesome ladies for helping make this book is as awesome as can be! Couldn’t have done it without you: Ashley Cestra, Rosa Saucedo, PA Allison, Teresa Nicholson, and KimBookJunkie.
A big thank you to our author friends who have given us your friendship and your support. You have no idea how much that means to us.
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Monica with Word Nerd Editing, thank you SO much for editing this book. You rock!!
Thank you Stacey Blake for being amazing as always when formatting our books and in general. We love you!
Lastly but certainly not least of all, thank you to all of the wonderful readers out there who are willing to hear our stories and enjoy the characters like we do. It means the world to us!
My books all tend to be darker romance, the edge of your seat, angst-filled reads. My advice to my readers when starting one of my titles... prepare for the unexpected.
I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bedtime stories with my sisters growing up.
My mom would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. Not all love stories are made from light- some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.
When I’m not lost in the world of characters, I love spending time with my family. I’m a mom and that comes first in my life, but when I do get down time, I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.
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