This week I'm offering 7 paragraphs from my current flash fiction, Don't Look Back. This story has a little more sex than some of mine do, and I plan to run it for at least a year, so I hope you like my guys - Marshall and Lee. And I have to warn you , this is for mature readers, and contains adult themes. Don't forget to check out the rest of the blog hop! Enjoy!
Don't Look Back
“Stop running and face me, boy.”
The words sent chills skittering along Marshall’s spine. He
was torn between the desire to obey and the need to provoke punishment. Giving
in and turning was his first instinct, but the idea of being stretched out
across the other man’s lap, his ass exposed, bared to receive those glorious
swipes of his firm hand was too strong to ignore.
On the other hand, he sure as hell wasn’t going to make it
easy on him, either.
Marshall stood at the edge of the trees. Lee was maybe a
hundred yards or so behind him. He knew without looking that Lee’s eyes held
that intense look he got when he was on the hunt. The dark blue became almost
purple. God, his eyes were sexy. Marshall’s own eyes were emerald green and
slightly tilted, a genetic throwback to some long dead ancestor. As was his
long lush auburn hair that fell straight down his back. He could have tied it
so it wouldn’t fly into his face as he ran, but he liked the feel of it on his
bare back.
Ahead of him lay an open field, and just across that lay
more trees. The trick was to get across the empty space. With no cover, he’d be
a sitting duck.
Then again, he intended to be caught, didn’t he? Wasn’t that
the whole point of this chase? That and keeping fit.
There was no actual decision to be made. Marshall made no
response to Lee’s demand. He grinned to himself, his heart beating faster, his
blood pressure rising—that wasn’t the only thing rising. His cock was pressing
against the material of his jeans. Oh shit, horniness was rearing its ugly
head, demanding satisfaction.
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