Being the object of everyoneís sexual fantasies ainít all itís cracked up to beÖ
On a mining colony planet a long way from Earth, bandit Jedd Lightning dreams of making enough money to get his ship spaceworthy again. During a robbery at a high-class brothel, he meets gorgeous alien rentboy Storm and is instantly smittenóbut the heist goes south and Jedd has to high-tail it out of there with only half the loot.
Enslaved by a fierce Madam, Stormís shapeshifting talents make him the most sought after whore on Talmak. He literally canít stop himself becoming his clientís fantasy lover. Sick of enforced transformations, he wants to escape, but heís closely guarded and has no experience of the unfamiliar city outside the brothel.
Storm is willingóand eageróto do anything to persuade Jedd to break him out of his gilded prison. Lucky for him the arrogant outlaw needs Stormís help to free his crewmate, held as hostage by a vicious mob boss who wants Jedd to complete the theft he was hired for. Storm keeps blowing away Jeddís expectationsóbut with both the law and the mob against them, they could end up with nowhere left to run.
ìHold on, just let me finish. Uh!î Artaxico shuddered to a stop, his belly wobbling as he panted obscenely. Jedd winced at the sight. He knew interspecies mating went onóeveryone had heard the talesóbut intellectual knowledge wasnít the same thing as having it thrust in your face. Talmaki just werenít his idea of sexy. Okay, there had been that one time heíd got drunk enough for a fumble in an alleyway, but the alienís cock had been kind of scary, and things hadnít got very far. But maybe the gorgeous young whore was used to those luminous, scaly shafts of meat. Maybe he even enjoyed them. Was he enjoying Talmaki cock right now? He was certainly hard enough.
Right now Jedd couldnít see the expression on the whoreís face as it was buried in the mattress, but maybe that was for the best. There was no way he could be handsome enough to do that incredible body justice. No wonder the senator had decided to try him as a change from the celebrated Divine. The rentboy moaned through his own orgasm, just moments after the senator, and drenched the sheets below him in spunk.
Artaxico withdrew, revealing an intimidating length of glowing scarlet cock, then collapsed back onto the bed. He reached out to pat a perfectly formed buttock. ìRun along now, sthweetie. I wouldnít want you to get caught up in any of this nasty business.î The lad scooted down to the end of the bed facing Jedd, exposing an equally impressive prick which was filling up again in what must be a record-breaking time.
And as for his face… Suns above! Those were lips Jedd would give anything to see stretched around his dick. But no, he had a job to do, and he wasnít about to get sidetracked by some hyper-sexed rentboy, no matter how astoundingly gorgeous he was.
ìThe boy stays,î Jedd ordered. Artaxico gave him a puzzled look, but Jedd pressed on. ìI want your datapod and passcode, now!î
ìNot a chance in hell. That passcode is top level sthecurity,î Artaxico lisped. ìI really donít imagine thereís anything an ignorant monkey like you could do that could force me to sthpeak.î
Okay, just as heíd feared, but Jedd had his back-up plan. ìOh yeah?î Jedd strode over to the bed and grabbed the lithe young man under the arm. There was a brief moment where he was distracted by the sensation of naked skin against his own, but he couldnít afford to lose any time so he pulled the whore upright, holding the charge gun to his temple. ìYour strumpet gets it if you donít talk. And donít think this is a bluff. I never bluff.î He pulled the lad tighter to him for emphasis, but this had the unfortunate effect of bringing more of his own body in contact with those taut muscles, and his face even closer to the thatch of chestnut curls. His nose was on a level with the top of the whoreís head, and he pulled in a lungful of the most divine, arousing musk. Feeling a familiar tightening in his pants where he brushed up against those pert buttocks, Jedd cursed his over-active libido. ìIím warning you! The code, now!î
Artaxico just laughed, a mocking bray that wound Jedd up worse than finding a firebug had crawled into his beer. ìUtter nonsense! Iíve stheen killers before ñ by the sthuns, I employ enough of them, and you really donít have that look in your eyes. Youíre just an overgrown wassat, arenít you?î The senator twitched his nose in a near perfect imitation of one of the pesky rodents.
Jedd fumed. First a monkey, now a wassat. He turned the gun on the senator. ìOkay then, if you donít give me that passcode this instant, you get it. I mean it!î
ìLike youíll ever be able to get it off me if Iím dead. Does that antique piece of crap even have the power to kill? Looks more like something my wife would carry to stun any overconfident admirers.î
Goddammit, how could the man tell? Jedd waved the gun as threateningly as he could. ìYou willing to take that risk?î
Artaxico laughed again, getting up to his feet. ìWhat risk? Thereís security everywhere in this place, you know? Iím just going to stroll out of here and call the guards, and youíre not going to do a thing to stop me.î
Oh, wasnít he? Jedd aimed at Artaxicoís head and pulled the trigger. ìHa! Not so clever now, are you?î
ìIs he going to be all right? That was just a stun, wasnít it? ì The godlike young man had a voice to match his physiqueóa rich and sultry baritone that rumbled against Jeddís breastbone.
The senator snored before Jedd had a chance to answer, and the lad melted back against him, sighing with what sounded like relief. Their close contact made a certain part of Jeddís body grow stiffer while the rest seemed to want to melt into a puddle.
Would the rentboy mind sneaking in a quickie? Jedd would even pay if he had to, the lad was that gorgeous. Or would the stun charge have set off the internal alarm system? Probably best not to risk dawdling too long.
Still, seemed a shame to waste a moment like this now that Artaxico was unable to interfere. Jedd loosened his hold and let the young man turn in his arms. Holy fuck, Jedd could feel the whoreís massive erection prodding his thigh.
He took a deep breath, forced it out. Focus. Not here. Not now. Just gather information. ìCaptain Jedd Lightning, at your service. And who might you be, gorgeous creature?î
The man chuckled, stepping away from him and turning to fix him with a pair of intensely soulful deep green eyes. ìMy working nameís Divine, but you can call me Storm.î
ìDivine? ButÖ Youíre meant to be a girl!î Jedd spluttered.
The young man gave a maddening, secretive smile. ìDivine can be whoever you want, Captain. Divine is simply the title of your ideal lover.î
ìSo they swap you around depending on what the johns want? There are other Divines?î
ìSomething like that. But please, call me Storm.î A plaintive note sounded in his voice and his lower lip jutted in an almost-pout. ìNo one ever does these days.î
Storm. It suited him, as there was a wildness in those eyes that Jedd thought he recognized, something he glimpsed in his own reflection every morning. Focusing on Stormís eyes proved a challenge, though, when there was all that naked flesh to feast his gaze on. Smooth, bronzed skin, with just enough hair between those dark nipples to make him want to run his fingers through it. Jeddís gaze followed the trail down all the way to the most majestic cock heíd ever seen. It reached up invitingly, as if seeking Jeddís hand.
ìYou have quite an imagination, donít you?î Storm said, staring down at himself as if in fascination.
English through and through, Josephine Myles is addicted to tea and busy cultivating a reputation for eccentricity. She writes gay erotica and romance, but finds the erotica keeps cuddling up to the romance, and the romance keeps corrupting the erotica. Jo blames her rebellious muse but he never listens to her anyway, no matter how much she threatens him with a big stick. Sheís beginning to suspect he enjoys it.
Joís novel Stuff won the 2014 Rainbow Award for Best Bisexual Romance, and her novella Merry Gentlemen won the 2014 Rainbow Award for Best Gay Romantic Comedy. She loves to be busy, and is currently having fun trying to work out how she is going to fit in her love of writing, dressmaking and attending cabaret shows in fabulous clothing around the demands of a preteen with special needs, an incessantly curious pre-schooler, and a bun in the oven!
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