Excerpt Day: Reckless Abandon by Morgan Ashbury

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Reckless Abandon by Morgan Ashbury
Release Date: 07/2009
Publisher: Siren Publishing
Publisher Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/product-recklessabandon-14494-200.html

Blurb: Chastity Sawyer, the ultimate "good girl," has lived the perfect life attending perfect schools, taking on the perfect job, and getting engaged to the perfect man. But when she discovers her fiancé is only marrying her for her money and her name, she decides that all that perfection is not a good thing after all. She yearns to be bad, and where better to do that but the hottest BDSM club in the city, Reckless Abandon? Unrepentant satyr Jordan Fitzpatrick is in total control of his life. He has his lover Marcus, who understands him and takes care of his every want and need. He has a thriving business on the bad side of town, an exclusive fetish club called Reckless Abandon. He has a kick ass penthouse in an exclusive building with the enticing name of Sixty-Nine West. Now, if his deepest, fondest wish could come true his life would be perfect. He wants his snooty, goody-two-shoes neighbor Chastity Sawyer naked, collared and needy, on her knees before him. Chastity soon realizes that she wants and craves both Jordan's dominant mastery and Marcus's nurturing care. But can she learn to relinquish control and live a life of reckless abandon?

"What woman wouldn't want two lovers who were strong, magnetic, totally carnal? As I was writing Reckless Abandon, I imagined what it would be like to be part of such a loving ménage—and how, under just the right circumstances, complete submission could bring total freedom. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it." ~ Love, Morgan ~

Excerpt:

"I ran into our neighbor on the way in today," he said.

"Chastity? Coming or going?"

Marcus's face had lit up and Jordan tilted his head. "You really like her."

"I do. She's got such warmth under all those layers of breeding."

"Huh. I've always had the opposite impression, though I wouldn't mind getting her naked."

Jordan grinned when Marcus's eyes twinkled and he made a sound that could have been agreement. "Anyway, to answer your question, she was coming in."

"Early for her to call it a day. Probably brought a ton of work home with her."

"I don't equate the image of Ms. Sawyer with the image of work. Sorry. And now that I think about it, she wasn't carrying anything but a small handbag."

"I can sympathize with your attitude, love. It's hard for a man to look charitably on someone born with the proverbial silver spoon in her mouth when he's had to claw and scrape his way from nothing to lots."

He felt the mild chastisement. Jordan knew himself to be a bit of a reverse snob, no question. And since Marcus seemed to like the woman, he figured the man was entitled to defend her when he thought she was being unfairly attacked.

The man wouldn't be Marcus otherwise.

"What kind of a name is Chastity, anyway?" Jordan guessed he couldn't let it go completely. He used his peripheral vision to see if he'd pissed his lover off, or not.

Marcus smiled. "She and I have had several conversations, and so I can tell you her full name is Chastity Prudence Brighton Sawyer. Her paternal grandmother named her, then ended up raising her after the death of her parents just after her tenth birthday."

"All right. You've succeeded in making me feel sorry for her."

"Good. She's always been very pleasant to me. She's one of my customers, too. Quite well read, with very eclectic tastes, and a willingness to try new things."

Jordan wondered at the odd note in Marcus's voice. Then he let it go. He hungered. He hungered both for food, and his lover.

Setting down his glass, he slid closer, caressed Marcus's face, then leaned forward, placing his mouth on his. Marcus opened wide for Jordan's tongue, and his lover's generosity, as always, fired his blood. Jordan took the kiss deep, his tongue swirling and commanding, an edge of need, greed and demand seeping in.

Marcus groaned in a way that told Jordan the sub in him relished the change in mood.

"On your knees." Jordan couldn't keep the raggedness out of his voice. Marcus hurried to obey, turning around, kneeling on the submerged bench, his hands gripping the edge of the tub. Jordan noted the shaking, the almost unconscious way Marcus lifted his ass higher, spreading his knees-offering himself to Jordan.

Reaching above his submissive lover, Jordan grabbed a condom out of the box they kept on the shelf.

He donned the protection quickly, then teased Marcus by brushing his latex covered cock over his anus while his right hand pressed the dispenser of the bottle of waterproof lubricant sitting next to the condoms.

Sex in the hot tub had become a favored thrill for them both.

Applying the cool gel, preparing the way with a finger, Jordan leaned over Marcus's back, placing kisses on his neck, using his tongue to taste and tease his earlobe.

"What do you want, Marcus?"

Marcus trembled and groaned as Jordan worked his finger in and out of him. "You. I want your cock buried in my ass. Please, Jordan."

"Do you? I don't think I quite heard what you said. Why not try asking again, properly this time?"

Marcus fell into the role, into the game, as naturally as breathing. Jordan never had to wait for his lover to weigh his options or consider his choices. Jordan demanded. Marcus submitted.

"Please, master. Please fuck me. Fuck my ass."

"Yes." Jordan pressed forward and the way Marcus's sphincter gave way, opened, allowing for immediate and complete penetration, thrilled him.

He buried his cock deep and felt it held in a tight, hot clasp. Reaching forward, he grasped Marcus's penis in a firm and steady grip.

"Take it, Marcus. Move. Pleasure us both."

Jordan groaned as his lover began a slow back and forth swaying of hips, a movement that not only precipitated a heavy fucking of his ass by Jordan's cock, it moved the cock in Jordan's hand, too. Sliding, melting, caressing, all worked together to feed the flames of Jordan's passion. He wanted more, needed more.

"Faster, Marcus. Move faster. Service your master."

The rhythm increased and Jordan relished the hot, hard slide, the incredible glide. He put his weight on his lover and reached his other hand around so he could cup the man's balls at the same time he pumped his cock.

"Oh yes."

Marcus's hiss of pleasure filled Jordan's heart with equal parts lust and love. Unable to restrain himself a moment more, he said only, "Hold on."

Marcus stopped moving, grabbed the edge of the tub more securely, and held on. Jordan would have laughed if the need to take, to rush headlong to climax, wasn't so strong. He relinquished Marcus's sac, grabbed his hip, and began to pound into him with a fast, biting cadence. Reaching, driving, he felt his lover's cock begin to twitch and jerk in his hand just as his own ejaculation shot hot semen into the sheath that protected them both.

Collapsing on Marcus, trusting in his lover to support him, Jordan struggled for breath. His heartbeat slowed, and tenderness filled him. He brushed a gentle kiss on Marcus's neck.

"I didn't hurt you?"