NaNo Count #2
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n_wilkinsonToday I bring another excerpt from Shady Hill and a word count update.
This scene is from chapter two. It's NSFW and it's very slashy and very tasty. I hope you enjoy! Just keep in mind that this is the very rough draft and I haven't edited it in the slightest bit. *grins*
Bit of background really quick: Jasper is our main character (the story is told from his POV) and Sander a supporting, main character.
I hope you enjoyed that little tidbit! More to come as I continue working hard to try and reach 50K with just Shady Hill alone by November 30th.
Word Count Update: 53,855 in total (26,400 for In Darkness Dwells, 4503 for Iridescent, 1910 for Flash Fiction Friday, and 21,042 for Shady Hill)
This scene is from chapter two. It's NSFW and it's very slashy and very tasty. I hope you enjoy! Just keep in mind that this is the very rough draft and I haven't edited it in the slightest bit. *grins*
Bit of background really quick: Jasper is our main character (the story is told from his POV) and Sander a supporting, main character.
Sander’s mouth was hot, hotter than fire it seemed, like most fire alters. His breath was hot and moist as he mouthed Jasper’s cock through the fabric of his boxers. Jasper made a sound in his throat, something he refused to name a whimper, and his hips jutted forward, pushing eagerly toward the familiar pleasure of Sander’s mouth.
Deft fingers reached into Jasper’s open jeans, pulling his arousal free of its confines. Cool air washed over heated flesh, quickly replaced with the wet damp of Sander’s mouth, and another strangled sound escaped Jasper’s lips.
Wary of being caught, he lifted his hand from Sander’s shoulders, shoving his knuckles to his lips. He’d rather chew on them then let his voice be heard, and the gods knew how vocal Jasper could sometimes get.
Grey eyes looked up at him, amused and glinting behind the lenses of glasses, before Sander swallowed Jasper completely.
Gasping, Jasper tried to swallow down any further noises. Sander was damn good, and it helped that his mouth was hot and so, so wet. Tongue slurping and sliding around Jasper’s cock, teasing the round head, tracing the throbbing vein. Jasper’s fingers scraped against the paneling of the door, his hips thrusting forward, wanting to be so much deeper.
Sander gripped his hips, fingers digging in, holding him still. Jasper wanted to protest, but words were impossible at this point. All he’d manage would be a desperate plea for more and deeper and by the gods let me thrust.
Eyes sliding closed, Jasper swallowed thickly, tasting skin where he chewed on his own knuckles. Spittle slid from the corner of his mouth, down his chin, but he didn’t dare move his hand. He didn’t know what sort of sounds would emerge.
Sander worked him easily, swallowing around his length, teeth scraping delicately and tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Jasper struggled to contain his cries, worried that someone might burst in on them at any moment. He was well aware that Mik was on the other side of the door, what if he was the one who came in? What would he think to find his two subordinates in such a position?
Jasper groaned lowly, and Sander chuckled, the vibrations carrying onto Jasper’s cock. He gasped against his knuckles and arched, wanting to pushing deeper into Sander’s mouth. But the hands on his hips were restraining, maddening, and he could only shudder against the door. It rattled, a noticeable noise, and Jasper stilled.
Holding back became the last thing on his mind. Sander slurped and teased, swallowed him down, and Jasper shuddered. Thoughts of what else they could be doing, here or elsewhere, fueled his desire, twisting like a knife in his gut. Heat coiled and expanded, curling and curling, and had he an elemental magic, it would certainly react. But all Jasper had was Repel, and it couldn’t be seen or felt.
Jasper bowed forward, moaning around his knuckles, feeling as if the pleasure was being sucked out of him. Sander poked his tongue at the leaking slit, and swirled it around the sensitive crown, and Jasper lost it. He jerked, even against Sander’s restraining grip, and came, spilling over Sander’s tongue and down his throat. Sander didn’t hesitate to swallow, tongue stroking over Jasper’s cock and lapping up every last drop.
Sagging, Jasper slumped against the door as Sander pulled away, kind enough to gently tuck Jasper’s spent erection back into his pants. Trying to regain his ability to both see and focus, Jasper found himself pressed back against the door, Sander’s mouth covering his, carrying the traces of salty musk. His body was hot, all muscle and sinew, and Jasper dragged him closer, deepening the kiss. There was something hot about tasting himself on Sander’s tongue, like he’d staked a claim or something equally testosterone-driven.
He could feel Sander against him, his erection digging into Jasper’s hip despite the layers of clothing that separated them. Breaking off the kiss, Jasper licked his lips pointedly, one hand already reaching for Sander’s low-slung jeans.
However, instead of eagerly leaning into Jasper’s touch, the fire alter slid smoothly out of Jasper’s reach, hands moving to plant on either side of Jasper’s head. “I’ll get mine later.”
Jasper warmed at the promise in that honey-rich voice, mind easily able to create just what “later” might entail. “Why wait?”
“Because the things I’d do to you require a bit more privacy,” Sander retorted with a lazy grin, blond hair sliding into his face. Grey eyes burned with heat.
Deft fingers reached into Jasper’s open jeans, pulling his arousal free of its confines. Cool air washed over heated flesh, quickly replaced with the wet damp of Sander’s mouth, and another strangled sound escaped Jasper’s lips.
Wary of being caught, he lifted his hand from Sander’s shoulders, shoving his knuckles to his lips. He’d rather chew on them then let his voice be heard, and the gods knew how vocal Jasper could sometimes get.
Grey eyes looked up at him, amused and glinting behind the lenses of glasses, before Sander swallowed Jasper completely.
Gasping, Jasper tried to swallow down any further noises. Sander was damn good, and it helped that his mouth was hot and so, so wet. Tongue slurping and sliding around Jasper’s cock, teasing the round head, tracing the throbbing vein. Jasper’s fingers scraped against the paneling of the door, his hips thrusting forward, wanting to be so much deeper.
Sander gripped his hips, fingers digging in, holding him still. Jasper wanted to protest, but words were impossible at this point. All he’d manage would be a desperate plea for more and deeper and by the gods let me thrust.
Eyes sliding closed, Jasper swallowed thickly, tasting skin where he chewed on his own knuckles. Spittle slid from the corner of his mouth, down his chin, but he didn’t dare move his hand. He didn’t know what sort of sounds would emerge.
Sander worked him easily, swallowing around his length, teeth scraping delicately and tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Jasper struggled to contain his cries, worried that someone might burst in on them at any moment. He was well aware that Mik was on the other side of the door, what if he was the one who came in? What would he think to find his two subordinates in such a position?
Jasper groaned lowly, and Sander chuckled, the vibrations carrying onto Jasper’s cock. He gasped against his knuckles and arched, wanting to pushing deeper into Sander’s mouth. But the hands on his hips were restraining, maddening, and he could only shudder against the door. It rattled, a noticeable noise, and Jasper stilled.
Holding back became the last thing on his mind. Sander slurped and teased, swallowed him down, and Jasper shuddered. Thoughts of what else they could be doing, here or elsewhere, fueled his desire, twisting like a knife in his gut. Heat coiled and expanded, curling and curling, and had he an elemental magic, it would certainly react. But all Jasper had was Repel, and it couldn’t be seen or felt.
Jasper bowed forward, moaning around his knuckles, feeling as if the pleasure was being sucked out of him. Sander poked his tongue at the leaking slit, and swirled it around the sensitive crown, and Jasper lost it. He jerked, even against Sander’s restraining grip, and came, spilling over Sander’s tongue and down his throat. Sander didn’t hesitate to swallow, tongue stroking over Jasper’s cock and lapping up every last drop.
Sagging, Jasper slumped against the door as Sander pulled away, kind enough to gently tuck Jasper’s spent erection back into his pants. Trying to regain his ability to both see and focus, Jasper found himself pressed back against the door, Sander’s mouth covering his, carrying the traces of salty musk. His body was hot, all muscle and sinew, and Jasper dragged him closer, deepening the kiss. There was something hot about tasting himself on Sander’s tongue, like he’d staked a claim or something equally testosterone-driven.
He could feel Sander against him, his erection digging into Jasper’s hip despite the layers of clothing that separated them. Breaking off the kiss, Jasper licked his lips pointedly, one hand already reaching for Sander’s low-slung jeans.
However, instead of eagerly leaning into Jasper’s touch, the fire alter slid smoothly out of Jasper’s reach, hands moving to plant on either side of Jasper’s head. “I’ll get mine later.”
Jasper warmed at the promise in that honey-rich voice, mind easily able to create just what “later” might entail. “Why wait?”
“Because the things I’d do to you require a bit more privacy,” Sander retorted with a lazy grin, blond hair sliding into his face. Grey eyes burned with heat.
I hope you enjoyed that little tidbit! More to come as I continue working hard to try and reach 50K with just Shady Hill alone by November 30th.
Word Count Update: 53,855 in total (26,400 for In Darkness Dwells, 4503 for Iridescent, 1910 for Flash Fiction Friday, and 21,042 for Shady Hill)
