I have to tell you how excited I am to debut my Soul Debt story this week. It's called Opportunity Knocks, and it's all about Jordie, a rock star with writer's block. At least until his annual visit from a demon gets his creative juices going again. Mal's not just any demon, though, and he's worked hard to get Jordie's case!
Here's the cover!
And here's something spicy to help you love it!
Mal kissed the back of Jordie’s neck. “Shall we get started?”
“Sure.” One day this part wouldn’t be weird, right? The demons were always different, so there was this bizarre getting to know you--
“You’re thinking too much.” Mal turned him around and kissed him hard on the mouth. None of them had ever kissed him before. It was like being touched by a live wire, but without all the badness and only the wonderful shock. He reached up and grabbed Mal’s shoulders, bare and sun-warmed under his hands.>p> Mal hummed, tongue fucking Jordie’s lips, fingers digging into his ass. They moved together, his back landing against the wall as Mal pressed against him. He could feel the heavy, fat cock on his hip, letting itself be known.
“Please.” He hated begging, but that was exactly what he was already doing. It had taken, what, three seconds to get there?
Mal’s laughter was at least more husky than mocking, and the fingers around his cock felt perfect. They rocked together for a moment, just jonesing on the touching. It would get way more intense and he knew it.
“Quit anticipating. Just let it happen.”
Like he could do that. Still, that touch was so fine, so good, and he arched into it, asking for more. His breath started to come hard and fast. Jordie shook, a song beginning to blossom in the base of his skull. Thank-- well, not God. No, this was demon born, but he didn’t care. He had to be able to make music. Had to. It was the biggest thing in the universe, more necessary than breathing.
“Better, huh?” Mal breathed against his ear, so hot, like fire.
“Better,” Jordie agreed, pressing back, demanding more. The magic swirled around them. It was crazy, how this worked, how fucking sexy this was. Those hot demon’s hands slid over his skin, stroking, stoking the fire.
His clothes fell away, almost scorched as they fluttered to the ground. Jordie let his skin rub Mal’s, feeling like he might go up in flames. Fuck, he knew he’d been hot for it before, but this... This was fiery.
“See? All you have to do is let go, baby.”