Excerpt Day: Come Together by Mary Winter

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Spaceport: Come Together by Mary Winter
Release Date: May 21, 2009
Publisher: Changeling Press
ISBN: 978-1-60521-217-3
Publisher Link: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1154

Blurb: With the worst of his rehabilitation behind him, TriZ star Tomak, along with his lovers Zaiden and Ioanne, has some hard decisions to make. In bed, their chemistry is perfect. Out of it, Tomak's tired of being treated like an invalid. Zaiden struggles to resist the lure of the TriZ league, and Ioanne knows that in order to keep her lovers exactly where they belong -- with her -- teaching them to come together may be the only chance they have.

Excerpt:

A witty comeback tumbled to his lips, held back by the truth in Ioanne’s words. Sure, some parts of his body were supposed to be hard, and they were. His shoulder and neck muscles, however, needed to loosen up.

“It’s Zaiden, isn’t it?” Ioanne continued as if Tomak had spoken. “I know. Trust me, I know how he can be. Give him time. Let him see that you’re coming back.” She kneaded the taut globes of his buttocks before straddling him to work on his shoulders.

Her supple thighs framed his hips, her pussy pressed against his lower back. If he turned over… Tomak grinned. Not yet. The heel of her hand found a particularly tight muscle beneath his shoulder blade. He groaned as she worked her fingertips against it.

“Feel good?”

“Yeah, real good,” Tomak agreed. He closed his eyes on a blissful sigh, the spicy scent surrounding him. Ioanne’s slight weight on his back only added to the massage.

Ioanne moved her attention to the back of his neck. “Good.” Bending forward, she pressed a kiss to the base of his neck. “Because I want you to feel good.”

Tomak smiled against the pillow. Not to fault his lover, but after dealing with Zaiden in the gym, Ioanne’s gentle ministrations hit the spot, literally and figuratively. He shifted, easing his aching cock.

Her lips pressed soft kisses down his spine, working toward the middle of his back. He stifled a groan at the tiny flicks of her tongue. Reaching out, his hand encountered the blanket and not her silky-smooth thigh. Tomak fisted his hand in the fabric. “Need… to… touch…”

Ioanne’s husky chuckle went straight to his cock and squeezed. “Not yet. Relax.” Bending forward, she drew the pad of his earlobe into her mouth and sucked.

Tomak groaned. Slowly, finger by finger, he released the blanket to reach behind him. Finally he found her arm and rubbed his thumb over the skin of her inner elbow. The angle hurt, stretched the muscles in his shoulder, bruised from too much work on the weight machines. Tomak shoved the pain from his mind just as he did when he played. The objective, then as now, was to score. From the way Ioanne wriggled against him, he’d be doing just that.

She kissed the sensitive place behind his ear, nipping and sucking her way down his neck. At the fleshy pad of his shoulder, she scraped him with her teeth, the pleasure-pain making his cock twitch.

That was enough. With a grin he flipped beneath her, toppling her from him. She started to protest, her mouth open in a pretty oval. Grabbing her hips, Tomak hauled her across him and kissed her. His tongue delved into her open mouth. He slid one thigh between her legs, bending his knee to rub it against her pussy. Slick wetness coated his skin. He pinned one of her legs between his, not letting her move to straddle him. Her hips bucked against him, her tongue stroking along his. Tiny little moans erupted from her throat.

He lifted her, dipping his head to capture the tip of one nipple in his mouth. He flattened his tongue against it. The tight bead hardened even more. So hot, so good, and just what he needed to put this afternoon’s events in the weight room out of his mind. Tomak nudged her thighs open with his, shifting so he eased his hips between them. His cock nudged against the inside of her thigh, just that contact enough to tighten his balls.

Bringing him here was the best thing Zaiden had ever done. He swirled his tongue around Ioanne’s nipple, the knowledge of how good she was to him, for him, driving him to pleasure her.