T. A. Chase

Poetry Train….

Here’s an excerpt from a WIP that I actually just finished and sent to my cps to check out for me. It’s called Out of Bounds and is about a basketball player and a nightclub owner. Enjoy.

He shook his head. “I’ll just have some of your water, if that’s all right. I don’t drink during the season.”

The bottle was handed over and Kasey took a sip. He rested his head on the cushion again, watching the crowd dancing in front of him. His thumb continued to stroke over Gram’s knuckles. His eyelids drifted closed.

“Come here.”

His body was rearranged so he leaned against a warm body. His arms encircled Gram’s waist and he sighed. The nightclub’s owner smelled of smoke, whiskey and man. Kasey buried his nose in the crook of Gram’s neck and sniffed.

“This might not be smart,” Gram said. “But I have to kiss you.”

Kasey felt Gram’s hands tangle in his hair and his head tipped back slightly. He stared in surprise as Gram’s face moved closer to his and their mouths met in a soft kiss. Gasping, he shivered with pleasure while Gram nibbled on his bottom lip. He kept his arms around Gram’s waist, clasping them together at the man’s lower back. Lust swamped him, causing his eyes to close and his mouth to open, allowing Gram’s tongue to sweep inside.

Gram tasted of whiskey and smoke. A taste Kasey never thought he’d find intoxicating, but maybe it was more the man than the taste turning him on. Gram tugged on his hair, encouraging him to lean back without breaking their connection. Soon his back made contact with the leather couch and Gram was lying on top of him.

It had been so long since he’d felt the warmth and solidness of a male body pressed to his. He arched his hips, pushing their groins together. His tongue dueled with Gram’s, stroking and thrusting, learning the man’s mouth. Kasey became lost in the sensations of pleasure and passion.

Gram moved an inch away, tilted Kasey’s head in a different direction and dove back into the kiss, taking it deeper than before. Kasey’s groan rumbled in the back of his throat. His hands cupped Gram’s firm ass and squeezed in rhythm with the thrust of their tongues and hips.

Tingling in his spine and the ache in his cock told him his climax was close. It had been over a year since he’d come with another man that he wouldn’t last much longer.

Applause broke through the haze and he stiffened. Gram backed off the instant Kasey tensed. Shock iced through Kasey’s body when he remembered where they were. Shit. He was making out and dry humping the male owner of a nightclub in said nightclub. Fuck. So much for keeping his love life private. He was screwed if any reporters or enterprising would-be paparazzi caught sight of them. Gram sat up and helped him regain his former sitting position.

Kasey glanced around, trying to see if anyone watched them. The back section of the V.I.P. lounge being bathed in shadows was why he’d fallen asleep back there in the first place. So he hoped no one peered too close at the couple on the couch. Also, most of his friends at the club were lined up to form a wall of bodies in front of them. Garrett and the others weren’t allowing anyone to look or step behind them.

Gram cradled his cheek in his hand, brushing a shaky thumb over Kasey’s swollen bottom lip. “I’m sorry, baby. I know I shouldn’t have kissed you here, but you’re so fucking beautiful. I never could resist temptation.”

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hope you enjoy and have a great Monday.

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