HOT SUMMERS MEAN WICKED AND KINKY NIGHTS

In my worlds they do anyway. I love penning m/m and I love summers. I tease about cabana boys bringing me fruity cocktails as I lounge in a pool and savor their carved bodies. I love sun and sand and beaches and all things wicked. I also love the thought os mixing music and infusing the bluesy sounds into close dancing during a heated thunderstorm. Then again I love a touch of magic. Where can you get all of these at the same time? New Orleans baby. If you’ve never been there the city is full of absolute buck wild sin. It’s also soulful with so much incredible history and while sadly I haven’t been able to visit again since the devastating hurricane almost wiped out the gorgeous city, I remember too many sinful nights going to clubs and bars and a bit of topless dancing and… Who me? I’ll never tell. 

I’m a piano player and always wanted to be a lounge singer in the hot and skin tight red dress and lie on top of the baby grand as the piano player tickles the keys. I’ve done a share in my life and the moment I put Hot Summer Nights – the collection together I knew I had to take one to New Orleans. Releasing tomorrow – from Rebel Ink Press – this is your first taste of…

HOT SUMMER NIGHTS – NEW ORLEANS

SYNOPSIS

For Jazz musician Damian Carter, New Orleans was a sensuous destination and he spent his nights crooning to men and women longing to rekindle their passion. The most sought after piano player in town, he worked at Chez Louis, a sultry club on Bourbon Street where every desire imagined could be found – no matter how kinky. While handsome and wealthy, Damian hid behind a mask of anonymity, realizing no man could handle his dark longings. He was resigned to remain very much alone. That is until fate intervened one dark and stormy night and one man fueled a fire deep within. Steven Dyson was a local doctor by trade and hungered for a taste on the wild side. As they engaged in a tryst, both men became embroiled in fulfilling every craving — both realizing it was simply a night of sin. That is until a little magic intervened. After all, it was New Orleans. And suddenly one hot, summer night became so much more…

EXCERPT

“Here we go. I’ve heard one too many great things about the place. I think you might like.” Guiding them toward the back of the bar, Brian smiled and waved at several people.

“I thought you hadn’t been here before.”

“Once but only for a beer.”

They weren’t exclusive. Steven had to remind himself of the fact. Still, Brain’s hint of jealousy was surprising. When they both moved through a beaded curtain, he smiled as the very naked men paraded their rather hefty wares on a long, platform stage. Illuminated from underneath with colorful neon lights, the strobe effect was an interesting mixture with the indulgent costumes and lack there of. From men strutting completely naked to others dressed in what could only be described as Flamenco attire, they were jazzed the already pumped up crowd of men to the point of a near frenzy.

“What do you think?” Brian asked as he flanked Steven’s side.

“I think I need a drink.”

“A little too brazen for a big he-man like yourself?”

Giving Brian the finger, he raised a single eyebrow and nodded. “A bit.”

“I’ll get us a drink, unless you want to finish the watered down concoction in your hand first.”

“I need a man’s drink.” Handing Brian the nasty brew, Steven scanned the perimeter and sighed. This was what porno movies were made of and from every darkened corner he could hear grunting over the loud strains of disco music. This was not his kind of place at all. Then again, he wasn’t certain he had a place. He was much more a stay at home kind of man. Well… His thoughts drifted back to the hot piano player and his mind wandered about one too many what if’s. And damn if his dick wasn’t swelling again. Christ.

“Hey, hunk. Wanna play? I have just what you’re looking for – thick, long and hard.”

Hearing the gruff voice, the hand between his legs would normally have turned him on. There was something about the stench of the biker wannabe’s cologne that was far too over powering. Shifting only pushed the man’s hand further until the guy had a firm grip on his cock. His muscle twitched and all he could think about was wrapping his mouth around the musician’s shaft, sucking hard and fast.

“Oh, yes. I could suck you right now. Right here. What do you say?”

“Thanks but I’m already taken for the night.” Steven grinned as he realized the guy really didn’t want to remove his hand. Oddly enough, the hulking giant’s heated breath wasn’t calming down his growing needs. While he stood a solid six foot five, the brooding black man still towered over him.

“I think you might just change your mind. You know what they say, once you go big and black…”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Giving Steven’s cock and balls another series of hard clenches, he exhaled slowly before lowering his head and licking just under Steven’s earlobe. “I’ll be waiting. Would love to make you my boy. I’d keep you chained and waiting for my every need.”

Somehow the thought and the vision was stilling. Steven turned slowly as the man moved away, his mouth bone dry. Seeing Brian’s mischievous look, he groaned.

“Two timing me while I was at the bar I see. That’s twice in one evening.”

“Oh yeah. He was just my type too – big and thick and juicy.”

“I’ll show you thick and juicy.” Setting the drinks down on an already crowded table, Brian closed the distance and wrapped one arm around Steven’s neck, pulling him against his chest. Capturing his mouth, Brian pushed his tongue inside, entwining as he ground his hips back and forth across.

The move shocked him and for a few seconds Steven didn’t move, simply allowing Brian to take charge, touching and stroking up and down his back. Finally easing one hand around Brian’s side, he fingered the man’s waist before crawling his hand down to cup and squeeze his ass. Whew. He had to admit he was turned on as hell. A series of claps and more than a grunt or two my hungry men fueled their moment of passion.

When Brian broke the kiss, he nipped Steven’s lower lip and moved his hand down to stroke Steven’s cock. “Mmm… Don’t think I can wait.”

“What’s gotten you all hot and bothered tonight?”

“Four weeks without you. And it’s a hot summer night. Come get wet with me. I want to fuck you hard and fast right here and right now. I want us to be the wild couple we used to be before you got all rich and famous as a doctor.” Leaning over, he whispered into Steven’s ear. “I want to shove my cock so deep inside that tight ass of yours that the entire bar hears you screaming out my name.”

Even hearing his blatant dirty talk was a damn turn on. “Fuck…”

“Exactly. Hard and fast. Follow me.” Giving Steven a nod, Brian rubbed the flat of his hands down the length of his chest as he took several strides backward in a brazen invitation.

And sweet Lord, Steven was almost panting. He blinked furiously to try and maintain focus as he moved through the crowd, noticing the burly men parted the seas as if knowing exactly what was going to happen. They hadn’t done anything so shameless in a solid two years and now he wondered why. Oh yeah, careers and friends, every day life and sheer boredom. They were far too comfortable with each other. As he trailed behind his lover and into an oversized bathroom, gleaming with ebony polished marble and stainless steel, he swallowed hard.

“Not afraid are you?” Brian teased as he moved toward the largest stall flanking the side wall.

“Who me?”

“Yeah you.” His look full of lust, Brian pushed the stall door open with a single finger and then pointed. “Get inside and lower your pants.”

“Whoa.” The man was serious. Now he was turned on. Steven grinned as he walked backwards and into the tight space. He could tell by the approving looks of the men as he passed they were going to enjoy even hearing the carnal activity. Then again, so was he.

“No. You’re going to be saying something more like do it harder.” Chuckling, Brian darted a glance over his shoulder at the men waiting near the sinks and closed the door with a soft click. “I said drop your pants. Now.”

Fumbling with his belt, a smile curled in the corner of Steven’s mouth as he kept his eyes locked on Brian’s. His blood sizzling, he finally maneuvered the metal buckle and then the button and zipper, all the while hearing the men outside egging them on.

“Fuck the pretty boy hard.”

“Yeah, let me have a fuckin’ turn. I’ll drill into his hard asshole.”

“You know how to turn a guy on,” Steven breathed as he lowered his sweat-laden jeans past his hips. Damn, they were tight, he was fucking rock hard and every part of his body was on fire.

“You don’t know the half of it.” Brian gazed down the length of Steven before unfastening his pants. As he removed his dick, stroking the throbbing muscle for several seconds, he emitted a slight growl. “Gonna be brutal and fast. Just the way you like it. I suggest you turn around, spread your legs and place your hands on the wall.”

Steven hesitated as the heat rose up from his chest to his neck. “If I don’t?”

“Oh, don’t try me, lover. I’ll take a belt to your sweet ass.”

Opening his eyes wide, Steven was impressed. He had always been the aggressor and the more dominant in their pseudo relationship and in truth, he was more of the submissive, longing for Brian to take control. Every article read and every movie watched told him just what he’d been missing his entire life – a Master. The thought was almost too much to take. For this and on this night, his cock was twitching to the point he needed more than just to be fucked like a wild animal. “Yes, sir.” Turning around, he pushed his legs out as far as the tight confines of his jeans would allow. When he palmed the cool tile, he shuddered, stars floating in front of his eyes.

“That’s better. You might just learn to be a good boy yet.” Inching closer, Brian rubbed his fingers under Steven’s shirt, digging the tips into Steven’s skin as he exhaled slowly. “Oh yeah. What I can…no what I will do to you.” He brushed his fingers down to Steven’s ass before stroking down one side and then up the other. “Bad.”

What do you think? Ready for some more fun and perhaps a kinky ride?

Remember – all for a tiny little $2.99 so pick up a copy hot off the presses tomorrow!

Kisses   xxx

Cassandre

About Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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1 Response to HOT SUMMERS MEAN WICKED AND KINKY NIGHTS

  1. Oh Cass, you know I love your work…You are just so wow…You creates the most amazing stories.

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