Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday. This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is another sexy moment. In the run up to its release, I’m sharing snippets from my M/M novella, Desert Heat, which is part of the upcoming bundle, Unconditional Surrender. Release date is 14th October, and if you like a bargain, I’d recommend grabbing it now as the price will go up on the 21st October.

If Balkhi thought Wilkes was behaving strangely, he was too polite to mention it. “Good night,” he said. “Sleep well.”

“Yeah, you too.” He gave a tight smile. If only I fucking could.

Wilkes went to the shower block, via his room to collect his wash bag. He took his time, deliberately making the most of the facilities given they were the very lap of luxury compared to what they had at the FOB.

Stripping off, he headed into the shower area and pressed the button. Stepping under the head, he hummed contentedly as the water cascaded over him, washing the dirt and sweat away and pummeling his weary muscles. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head back, letting the spray hit the crown of his head, then roll down his neck, shoulders, back and buttocks, before gravity carried it to the tiled floor. It was weird for the place to be so quiet, he thought, but then the number of troops here was much less than on his last tour, and it was pretty late. Those who had a choice in the matter would probably be in bed by now.

Just then, a noise told him he’d spoken too soon. Someone had just joined him. Cracking an eye open to see who it was, Wilkes clamped his lips tightly shut around a squeak when he realized it was Balkhi. Seriously? He cursed any gods that might have been looking down on him. What have I done to upset you guys? What have I done that’s so bad that you’d torture me like this?

In an attempt to pull himself together, he nodded curtly at Balkhi before turning to grab his wash kit. He’d get his hair and body washed properly, then skedaddle. Being in close proximity to the other man was distracting at the best of times, but when they were both naked? Well, that was just asking for trouble. And Wilkes didn’t want trouble. He just wanted a quiet life.

Apparently, though, his cock had other ideas. Squirting some shampoo into his hands, he closed his eyes and began scrubbing the liquid onto his wet hair. As soon as he did so, an image he barely knew he’d seen flashed behind his eyelids. Balkhi, butt-naked and striding into the shower area. It was like something out of a cheesy porn film, and yet the image refused to disappear. He could only have seen it for a millisecond, before he’d turned away, and yet it was enough.

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Lucy x

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday. This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is your sexy state of mind. I’m sharing a snippet from my M/M novella, Desert Heat, which is part of the upcoming bundle, Unconditional Surrender. It’s due for release on the 13th October and is up for pre-order now. Warning, the excerpt is very hot.

Fuck, he felt powerful and vulnerable all at once, and it was perfect. Utterly perfect. Working his throat around Balkhi’s cock, he hoped it would be enough to make him come. His hands now free, he reached down and began teasing Balkhi’s balls, rolling them gently in the soft sac, tugging, squeezing lightly. A strangled sound came from above, and Wilkes smiled in his head.

Releasing Balkhi’s balls, he crept a finger behind them, pressing on that smooth patch of skin there, before venturing farther, teasing the crinkled skin of his arsehole.

That was enough—just the suggestion was enough to send Balkhi over the edge, and with a grunt and a moan, his cock exploded.

Wilkes pulled back slightly, allowing the salty fluid to gush out over his tongue, before he swallowed it down.
Back on his camp bed in his grotty tent in the desert, Wilkes pressed his lips together to keep quiet as his own orgasm hit, spurting out over his fingers and his stomach, pleasure overwhelming as his mind was overtaken with erotic images of his Afghan interpreter.

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Lucy x

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday. This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is getting your sexy on. I’m sharing a snippet from my M/M novella, Desert Heat, which is part of the upcoming bundle, Unconditional Surrender. It’s due for release on the 13th October and is up for pre-order now.

“Touch your cock,” Wilkes said in his fantasy, while in real life his hand tugged down his boxer shorts and released his own. “Touch it for me. Stroke it. Squeeze it.” Each sentence mirrored his own actions, and within seconds his shaft was as hard as fantasy-Balkhi’s, which was now tipped with pre-cum.

Balkhi did as he was asked, his long fingers wrapping firmly around his dick, shifting up and down. The skin around his knuckles paled slightly as he obeyed the last command—squeeze it. His pupils were so large that his eyes looked almost black, and his bottom lip jutted out temptingly as he panted. Wilkes wanted to nip it between his teeth, make Balkhi gasp with the sharp bolt of pain, then pull the plump flesh into his mouth and suck it all better.

Remembering it was all in his head and that he could do whatever the hell he damn well wanted, Wilkes acted on his impulse. Balkhi tasted and felt as good as he looked, and Wilkes pumped his cock harder and faster, wishing he didn’t have to keep quiet. Not that anyone would do anything if they noticed what sounded like come-noises emanating from the boss’ tent, but no doubt he’d have the piss taken out of him at some point for being heard tossing off. And, knowing his luck, they’d bring it up in front of Balkhi, and then Wilkes would die of embarrassment on the spot.

Dropping to his knees, Wilkes hurriedly shoved Balkhi’s hand away from his shaft and took a moment to study it. Just like the man it belonged to, it was not too big, not too small, and yet far from average. Circumcised, the head was fully visible; nothing was hidden beneath folds of skin. Reaching out, Wilkes wrapped his fingers around it, unable to stop the grin that spread across his face as it hardened further beneath his touch.

Shifting a little to get the perfect grip, Wilkes then began to masturbate Balkhi, in long, steady strokes, squeezing just a little harder as he got to the base, releasing the tension as his hand traveled up the length. Then he reversed the technique, playing around to see what Balkhi liked best, what made him gasp, what made him moan. Everything seemed to have the desired effect, so Wilkes picked up speed and grew rougher with his strokes, delighted when more clear liquid beaded at the dark purple head.

Unable to resist, he stuck out his tongue and tasted it. A hiss escaped from between Balkhi’s teeth. Wilkes did it again, and again, poking his tongue deep into the slit, pulling out more of the salty liquid and drinking it down eagerly. God, he wanted to make him come in his mouth, make his cock throb between his lips and his balls empty their load down his throat.

Making sure his mouth was plenty wet, Wilkes licked his lips then sunk them onto Balkhi’s cock. It tasted good, so fucking good. Clean, musky, salty. Masculine. Wilkes had barely started and already he was hooked. Concentrating on the head for a while, he got it soaked with saliva, letting it dribble down the shaft and onto his fingers. Then he used his hand to pump the base while his lips, teeth and tongue teased the tip, gradually working down and down until he needed to move his hand out of the way. Continuing on, Wilkes pulled in a deep breath through his nostrils, willing himself to relax as the head of Balkhi’s cock flirted with his gag reflex. Pushing through the initial discomfort, he swallowed, taking it in, gratified to hear Balkhi’s yelp, and feel desperate fingers grip his scalp.

You can buy Unconditional Surrender here.

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x