Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Xcerpt (18+ only) Rip Cord Trilogy (Book 1 & 2)


The Reunion:
Gil Davis hated high school. Ever the geek, he has no intentions of attending his 10th year class reunion. The last thing he wants is to relive the taunting and teasing he received during his teenage years. However there is one thing he misses from high school: the star Varsity football player. The one he had a crush on from the first day he laid eyes on him. But the last thing he expects is the now pro football player to come back to their home town to attend a lame high school reunion. Known as the Bad Boy of the NFL, Ripley “Rip” Cord, not only shows up, but shows up without a date and an eye for Gil.

The Weekend:
Geek extraordinaire Gil Davis hooked up with his long-time crush Rip Cord, the Bad Boy of the NFL, during their tenth year class reunion. It was a dream come true for Gil, so when Rip surprises Gil with a trip to the pro football player’s cabin on the lake two weeks later, Gil looks forward to their weekend alone. Since Rip is still deep in the closet due to his career, Gil will take any stolen moments they have. Little does Gil know, those moments will be filled with a blindfold and ropes, as well as a bad tumble down the mountain.

But a few bumps and bruises won’t stop Gil from spending precious time with Rip and his toys. However when the weekend ends, will Rip disappear again? Or will Rip want to take their relationship to the next level?

EXCERPT: 
Rip threw a quick meal together, and they ended up enjoying it out on the deck, watching the sun set at the other end of the lake.
But something was bothering Gil.
“Did you just assume I didn’t have plans for the weekend?”
Rip gave him a direct look. “Did you?”
Gil looked away and blushed. “No.”
Rip shrugged. “If you had plans, would you not have come?”
Of course. He would’ve canceled any plans he had to spend time with Rip. He wasn’t a fool, and anyway, Katie would’ve killed him if he hadn’t come. His best friend was Gil’s self-proclaimed activity director. If it wasn’t for her, Gil would probably never leave the house except for work.
“Tomorrow, we’ll go for a hike up the mountain. There’s a great overlook up there. Even a fire tower where you can see for miles. And if we get a chance, we’ll take the boat out too.”
“Boat?”
“Yeah.” Rip pointed down toward the water. “You know that thing tied up to the dock.”
Gil felt the heat rushing to his cheek. He needed to stop asking stupid questions.
“I’m only busting your balls. And speaking of balls…I think it’s time for dessert.”
Gil didn’t think he could eat anymore.
Rip grabbed his waist and pulled Gil into his arms. “I have a craving for something really sweet. Like your ass.”
Gil let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He was pressed against Rip’s hard chest. Rip lowered his lips until they were just a breath away.
“Gil…”
“Y-y-yeah?”
“Put your arms around me.”
Gil slid his arms around Rip’s waist. His hands splayed along the other man’s broad back. He could feel Rip’s muscles shifting under the thin black T-shirt.
“I’m going to kiss you.”
Gil closed his eyes and waited. It felt like it had been forever since he’d kissed Rip last. In reality, it had only been a couple of weeks. But it had been way too long.
He had wanted this man for as long as he could remember. And now that he’d had a taste of him, he couldn’t get enough.
“Open your eyes.”
What? No! That was way too awkward. But as he opened his eyes anyway, Rip took his lips. He just took them, making them his once again. Gil’s mouth opened with a sigh, and Rip took advantage of it, exploring the inside of his mouth, running his tongue over his teeth, tangling their tongues together.
A slight tremor started in Gil’s arms and legs and moved throughout his body. His balls tightened, and his cock responded to the other man’s attention. Rip captured his jaw in his hand and held Gil right where he wanted him.
Long, strong fingers rubbed Gil where his jeans stretched. Gil wasn’t the only one with a raging hard-on. Rip moved his hand around to Gil’s ass, pulling him tight against him. Rip’s hard cock thrust against his. With both of them wearing jeans, Gil moaned impatiently into Rip’s mouth. He needed less of a barrier between them.
Gil’s cock throbbed, and if Rip didn’t stop thrusting against him, he was soon going to have an accident in his jeans. Gil tried to think of other things to keep his control, but he couldn’t. Rip’s tongue continued to assault him, kissing him deeper, harder. And it was difficult to think of anything but that.
Finally, Rip pulled back enough to say, “I’m going to fuck you.”
Yes. Oh yes.
“But first…”
First? No! Gil wanted it now!
Rip grabbed his arm and steered him back into the cabin. He pointed to the master bedroom, saying, “Go in. I’ll be right there.”
Gil concentrated on carefully putting one foot in front of the other instead of skipping all the way to the bedroom.
The room had a king bed with solid wood posts. Gil looked for notches on the bed. He laughed at himself. As if someone would actually notch a bedpost to keep track of their sexual conquests. Even so, Gil wanted to be the only notch.
Rip followed him in carrying the saddle bags. He opened one of the flaps and dumped the contents onto the bed.
Gil’s eyes widened a little as he stared at what was now spread over the bed. It certainly wasn’t any clothes.
Soft-looking rope, thick metal eyebolts, a blindfold, a large box of condoms, a bottle of Astroglide, a large butt plug, nipple clamps, a vibrator.
Gil swallowed and looked at Rip in surprise.
“Why are you still dressed?”
Gil’s Adam’s apple worked up and down a few times before he asked, “You didn’t bring any clothes?”
“I keep clothes here.”
Ooooh.
“Um…” Gil looked at the BDSM items on the bed, then gave Rip the side eye. Maybe he shouldn’t have gone away with Rip on such a spur of the moment. He had no way to leave if he wanted to. He wasn’t so sure of these…toys.
As if reading his mind, Rip said, “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you. We’ll only do what you’re open to.”
A shiver ran down Gil’s spine. It was a combination of fear of the unknown and excitement of all the naughty stuff he’d never used before. Nor had been used on him.
“Now get undressed and go take a shower. I’ll get things set up in here while you’re doing that.”
Gil cursed his shaky fingers as he peeled off his T-shirt. He fumbled with the snap and zipper on his jeans, but he finally got them down and over his hips until they landed on his boots. He felt like a bumbling goof as he shuffled his way over to the bed, his jeans wrapped around his ankles like hobbles. When he finally got his boots, jeans, and boxers off, he looked up to see Rip watching the whole debacle. Heat crawled along his cheeks. Rip just shook his head, laughed, and went back to sorting through his toys.
Gil hurried to take a shower, and when he came back out, he just wore a towel. He watched while Rip, in only snug boxer briefs, screwed in the last eyebolt into one of the sturdy bedposts. The stretchy fabric clung to his muscular ass and his broad thighs. Gil’s cock twitched under his towel.
Rip finished and straightened up, staring at Gil’s naked chest.
In the past couple of weeks Gil had upped his workouts with weights. Naturally skinny, he struggled to put on any muscle. But even Katie had noticed how much more he’d filled out since the class reunion. And now more than ever, he was glad he had put in the extra effort.
Gil tried to see himself through Rip’s eyes as he took Gil in. His slender but lightly muscular body. A slight dusting of hair over his chest narrowed to a thin line down his belly and disappeared under the towel. His small dark nipples, which were pebbled at the moment due to Rip’s stare.
His short, straight, dark brown hair was the complete opposite of Rip’s golden mane. Gil had a no-nonsense haircut, while Rip’s was wilder with the waves and sun-kissed highlights. Rip’s hair was like a lion’s mane as opposed to Gil’s, which was like…a house cat’s.
“Take off the towel.” Rip’s voice was low, slow, but still commanding.
Gil’s heart pounded as he pulled at the knot and the towel slipped to the floor. Gil was proud he was starting to have his stomach muscles show from all his hard work. His cock was so hard now it stood straight out like a divining rod.
And it was pointing right at Rip.
Gil automatically grabbed the root and squeezed before fisting his cock once. Twice.
“Get on the bed.”
Without releasing himself, Gil moved toward the bed. He climbed up to the headboard.
“Oh no, sweet cheeks. I want you flat out on your stomach.”
A thrill of anticipation shot through Gil as he flipped over and settled on his belly.
“Are you ready for me?” Rip asked him.
Gil nodded and whispered, “Yes.”

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