As promised, here’s an adult excerpt of Underground: Special Teams.
When Hunter Simms goes undercover at an underground BDSM party, the last thing he expects to see is SWAT’s leading shooter Keifer Magnessen bound, gagged, plugged and very naked. He is immediately drawn to Keifer, and wants to get to know his fellow cop better. Much better.
With such a high stress job, Keifer needs to give up control on his down time in order to decompress, but it’s a secret he holds close to his vest. So, when Hunter walks into his chosen place to submit, he tries to cut and run. Lucky for him, Hunter is shrewd, persistent and quite possibly just the Dom that Keifer needs.
Can these two strong men find a way to make their personal lives mesh?
This will be available on September 17 at Torquere Press and other distributors.
Keifer led him to a room that in most homes would be the living room. This wasn’t a bachelor pad, though. It was a training salle. Keifer was clearly all about work and making himself fit for it. No wonder he needed the outlet BDSM gave him.
They got down to it, Hunter finding himself distracted a fair bit by Keifer’s amazing little body. Keifer hit the floor, pumping out one push up after another, like a machine. Hunter did some sit ups. He was in good shape, but Keifer made him look like a slacker.
It was unnatural, the way the man worked — it felt like abuse, somehow. Like violence. Hunter didn’t even try to keep up, just did his own thing at his own pace.
Keifer started the sit ups next, rolling up, tanned skin turning bright red. Christ, look at that. Hunter wanted to bury himself in there. He hoped like hell Keifer would be amenable to at least a trial run as his sub. If not, he would just have to convince the man.
When Keifer grabbed the pull-up bar and started doing leg lifts, Hunt considered just dying of pure need. This noise came out of him, his prick pushing hard at his underwear.
“You okay, man?”
He debated for half a second, then decided there was no reason to hide his reaction to Keifer. “Yeah, just really fucking turned on.”
Keifer chuckled softly. “Perv.”
“You would be, too, if you saw the view from where I’m sitting.”
Keif dangled, swaying from the bar. “Not in bad shape, hrm?”
“You’re a fucking stud and you know it.”
“Yeah. I work hard.” Keifer eased himself down onto his feet, skin glistening.
“Well, it’s sexy as hell.” Standing, he went to Keifer and touched the tempting skin.
The tiny nipples were a bit bruised from the clamps from last night, still swollen. Hunter slid his fingers over them; they were hotter than the rest of Keifer’s skin.
“No touching.” Keif’s reactions didn’t match the words, though.
“How are we going to achieve the orgasms portion of the plan without touching?” He dragged his fingers down over Keif’s magnificent abs.
He watched as Keif arched, eyes closing. “Who said we were sharing?”
That one was easy. “Your body. Just now.”
“Paying attention,” muttered Keif.
Like Hunter was having to work at that. “To every move you make.”
Hunt stepped forward, his bare belly touching Keif’s. Oh, hot. Groaning, he put his fingers beneath Keif’s chin and tilted it, taking a kiss. He didn’t bother to ask it Keif kissed or not, because, goddamn it, this man deserved kisses.
His lips pressed against Keif’s, his tongue pushing in, demanding to be let in. It surprised him when Keif kissed him back, fought for control of their kiss. He didn’t let Keif take it, though, his tongue pushing into Keif’s mouth. Keif tasted of mint and salt and a hint of desperation.
Sliding his hand down, Hunter grabbed Keif’s ass. Keifer reached between them, dragging Hunter’s tightie-whities down with a jerk. He returned the favor, tugging down Keif’s sweats, and their cocks bounced, almost slapping together.
Hunter chuckled roughly. “Eager.”
“I meant both of us, Keif.”
The little hint of surprise that flashed through Keif’s eyes proved his words hit home.
Bringing their mouths back together, he kissed Keif again, rubbing their bodies. Keif whimpered softly, the sound of male hunger ringing out. Groaning, he grabbed hold of Keif’s tongue with his lips, sucking on it, and this time the whimpers filled his mouth.
Someone needed, big time. His fingers dug in, hard enough to leave bruises, and he pushed Keif back up to the wall.
Their bodies found a rhythm, strong and steady. The thump of Keif’s ass against the wall was addictive. Keifer was making him work for it, fighting every second almost happily. Hunt fought back, though, keeping in control and giving them both what they needed.
He bit Keifer’s bottom lip, tugging it hard. His hips slammed them together at the same time, and he pinched at one sensitized nipple. Keif’s eyes went wide, the look fiery. Oh, yeah.