About the book

In this collection of sizzling hot male obsessions, feel the heat with M/M erotic stories by our wonderful Breathless Press authors.



Saddle Broken by Ashley Ellis

Lonely and restless, Luke is consumed with dreams of Cody Bristow, the rough and ready Texas horse wrangler working on his father’s ranch. When they are trapped in the barn together, the raging storm outside is dwarfed by the storm of passion inside.



Three for South Beach by Ashley Ellis

When Max and Kris come to the pool, a boring summer job serving towels and drinks to the South Beach elite turns into an erotic adventure for Jackson Collins.



Special Delivery by DC Juris

Cam doesn’t know what he resents more, the wake-up call or losing his day off. That is, until he finds out he’ll be riding the route with Axel, the tattooed hunk that haunts his dreams. Turns out Axel’s got a special delivery for his young partner.



Eran's Release by Dianne Hartsock

Paul isn’t attracted to Eran—he’s intoxicated by the shy, sensual younger man. He’s also confused by Eran’s mixed signals. However, the sight of Eran injured and bruised arouses a protective passion that surprises Paul. Determined to protect Eran from his brutal past, Paul discovers his future.



Now You Know by Dilo Keith

Master Michael discovers his partner, Master Eliot, shared a secret with their sub Jamie. Michael confronts both men and makes sure the punishments fit the crimes.



Aftercare by Erin O'Riordan

When respectable Dr. Maggie is propositioned by one of her patients and his sexy partner, flirtation flares into a 911 emergency of passion.



Elusive Exclusive by Raven McAllan (part 1)

When Rian left with no other explanation than a Dear John e-mail, Sam thought his heart was broken forever. He hoped a new teaching post would ease the loneliness and restlessness. What he hadn’t counted on was meeting Ed. Sparks fly and ignite a bond of love and trust that even opening a door into the past can’t quench.



Rian's Reward by Raven McAllan (part 2)

When Rian shows up at his lover’s door after nine months, and meets a sexy stranger wrapped in a towel, he knows that bridge is irrevocably burned. Alone and walking in the rain, the shower of mud from a fancy car is the final insult. Until Ali steps out of the car. His high school friend has grown up and grown beautiful. The chance encounter gives Rian and Ali a chance at happiness neither expected.



Soft Suede by Sarah Bella

As a Dom, Jackson expects two things: abject obedience…rendered immediately. When his favorite sub Bryce arrives exactly on time, Jackson decides he deserves a reward.



Professor for Dessert by Silvia Violet

A hot professor. Strawberry shortcake. A fantasy fulfilled.

An excerpt from the book

Saddle Broken by Ashley Ellis

"Cody?" I blurted. "Where ya been? I was hollerin' for ya!"

"Howdy to you too, Luke." Cody tipped his Stetson, water dripping from the brim. Slate-gray eyes laughed at me from under dark brows. His smile was two rows of perfect white teeth. "Calm down, will ya? You're as edgy as those damn horses!"

Heck, I wish I could calm down. Cody's presence—here, now, so close—seemed threatening. My heart kicked like a newborn foal. I wondered if this stud knew he was the cowboy of my fantasies, that he filled my mind as I lay in the hayloft and jerked off.

Unconsciously, I started stoking Prince's golden mane.

"You've done a pretty good job," Cody said. "I ain't surprised though, Luke. You're a natural."

Heat flared into my cheeks. I shrugged, although the compliment meant a lot coming from a man like Cody Bristow.

"Yeah, but I can't handle them like you."

Cody grinned. "Yeah, back in Texas, I was a legend. Nobody could top me when it came to breakin' 'em in."

"When you're done breakin' in Prince, will you be movin' on?"

"Nothin' to keep me here." He shrugged and looked absently over his wide shoulder. "This damn storm has been brewin' for a while now..."

Feeling edgy, I muttered, "I should be gettin' back to the house. Ma will be lookin' for me."

"Nah, she's up at Mrs. Murphy's. She'll stay there 'til the storm passes." Another lazy smile. "We should stay here in the barn."

My eyes strayed to the washed-out denim of his crotch. He was wearing tan chaps, the V outlining a heavy, half-hard erection. Was it a trick of the light or just my imagination?





Three for South Beach by Ashley Ellis

Poolside, there seemed to be an invisible shift in the atmosphere, an erotic charge in the air, a sense of anticipation in his gut that Jackson had only recently learned to trust. Before, he would rush into any sexual advance—too eager and impulsive—but he'd learned that sometimes seduction demanded patience.

I'll wait and see where this is going, Jackson thought, as he pulled on his shorts but leaving his chest bare to dry.

The older guy ordered two bottles of mineral water. One still, one sparkling. No ice.

A few minutes later, when he brought the order back on a tray, he noticed the couple whispering to each other, drawing apart as he approached.

Jackson set down the tray on a low table. "How long are you staying at the hotel?"

"A few nights." Again, only the older of the two spoke. "We've come to check out the new clubs, do some shopping."

Jackson could tell they were rich, with their expensive designer shades, their matching platinum rings.

"Sounds cool."

"I'm Max, by the way—and this is Kris."

Kris lay on his stomach, his Mohawk bristling in the sun, tanning his splendid back, his plush ass in full view. He lifted his head, looked over his shoulder at Jackson. An MP3 ear bud was plugged into his ear. Jackson could just make out a trapped beat of music.

Jackson grinned. "What are you listening to?"

"Akon," he answered, sliding his sunglasses to the end of his nose as his cold eyes dusted Jackson's lean chest. "Sexy Bitch."

"Why, thanks." Jackson winked.

Max laughed. Kris's mouth only imperceptibly curled at the edges.

"Are you not drinking anything?" Max asked.

"I could do with something wet in my throat right about now," Jackson said, sitting on the edge of a nearby lounger. "I guess I'll get something when my shift ends."

"When is that?" Max's gaze never left Jackson's face.

"Lemme see...'bout ten minutes."

Kris rolled on to his back, offering his muscled body as a sacrifice to the Florida sun. Both Max and Kris wore thin white designer swim trunks with blue and black ribbing. But Max had the bigger bulge, Jackson noted, as sudden hunger gripped his stomach.

"Max, gimme some suntan lotion." Kris was clearly ignoring Jackson. "I don't want to burn."

He held out a well-shaped hand with perfectly manicured fingernails. Max squirted some suntan cream into his lover's palm. In quick, efficient strokes Kris rubbed the cream onto his darkly tanned rippling stomach, past his navel, and up to his muscled chest.

The white creamy liquid was so suggestive that Jackson was hard in an instant.

Max leaned across his lover. He scooped up a bit of cream on his finger. "Missed a spot."

Jackson couldn't tell what was going on behind his mirrored shades, but he could tell Max was playing a game with him, taunting him.

Just then, Max leaned in closer and kissed Kris, deeply and erotically, and Kris didn't stop him. When he broke the kiss, he looked once again at Jackson.

"He likes to be taken from behind," Max said. "Do you want to fuck him?"





Special Delivery by DC Juris

Axel jumped down from the truck and strolled across the street, not bothering to wait for traffic; it stopped for him, just as Camden had predicted. He waited as Axel rang the bell, then chatted and laughed with the woman who answered the door and took the package. Camden shifted in his seat, his pants growing uncomfortably tight at the sight of Axel sauntering back to join him.

They drove on in silence, Axel tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to some mental tune, and Camden tried to figure out the significance of Axel's announcement, and wondered if Axel's question about the offer of a cock-sucking meant anything, either. Not that a geeky guy like him could get a biker stud like Axel, but he could dream. Again…and again…

Axel steered the truck into a left turn and stepped on the gas, quickly leaving all traces of civilization behind. Camden had been out to this part of town before, but, as always, the sheer lack of humanity startled him. No other cars passed them, no pedestrians got in their way, no kids played in yards—hell, there were barely any yards at all for the first mile or so, and after that, none.

At the final stop, Axel turned to Camden, bottom lip caught between his teeth. "Come with me on this one?" he asked. "You know, in case the guy really is mega creepy or whatever."

"Sure." Though the house looked rather nice, and not at all creepy, but the idea of just being seen next to Axel made Camden want to grab for his crotch and try to settle down his perking cock.

Halfway up the path, Axel turned to face him and tossed the package to the ground. "I lied."

"What?" Camden bent immediately to retrieve the box, but Axel grabbed his shoulder to stop him.

"We're not here to deliver a package. Well, I guess technically one of us is. But"—he rubbed his crotch—"it's not for anyone inside the house." He stalked Camden, maneuvering Camden back against a tree. Axel leaned in for a long, deep kiss; then threw his head back with a laugh. "God, I've wanted to do that since we met."





Eran's Release by Dianne Hartsock

Paul rested his chin on his hand and stared into the stained bottom of his espresso cup. People came and went in the coffee shop around him, but their laughter and bright conversation only underscored his loneliness.

He played the events from Christmas Eve over in his mind, coming to the same conclusion as before: Eran had set him up to make a fool of him. What other explanation could there be? Damn it. He'd waited half an hour for the man to show while the snow piled up on the sidewalks and his face grew numb with cold.

He'd finally gone back into the coffee shop, only to learn that Eran had slipped out the back way and gone home. Paul ran a hand over his face and through his brown curls. Why had he come back when the man who fueled his fantasies ignored him and ultimately snubbed him?

Paul picked up the small cup, then remembered it was empty and set it carefully on its saucer. He'd deliberately chosen a table in the section Eran routinely waited on, only to watch the graceful body approach every table but his.

A mocking smile touched his lips. What else did I expect? He'd come to the shop tonight to demand an answer. Maybe this is it. Eran clearly wasn't interested and Paul was too dense to take the hint.

He glanced at his watch. The shop had closed ten minutes ago, and the last of the customers were walking out the door. Just great. He shoved the cup and saucer away from him and swore as they shot off the end of the table. He started to rise to his feet, only to sit back heavily as Eran came over. "Let me get that for you."

Paul's mouth went dry as Eran bent over. White skin showed where Eran's shirt separated from the low-cut jeans and Paul instantly wanted to know its taste. Eran knelt to get the cup that had rolled under the table and Paul's cock perked up, pushing painfully against his slacks as the tight jeans slipped lower on Eran's hips. Paul imagined sliding his tongue into the warm cleft of Eran's ass and shivered.

His gaze roamed over the creamy skin, then froze at the sight of an ugly bruise spreading from Eran's hip up under his shirt. He must have made a sound because Eran glanced at him, his blue eyes widening at whatever was showing in his face.

Paul forced his hands to unclench. "Who hurt you?" he demanded, not caring that Eran had made it plain he didn't want Paul in his life.

The beautiful eyes blinked several times; then Eran glanced hastily around the deserted coffee shop. They were alone except for the girl Eran worked with, who from the sound of it was busy washing dishes in the back room.

Eran climbed stiffly to his feet and Paul jabbed a finger at the chair opposite him, relieved when Eran sat down without argument. Paul leaned across the table only to have Eran inexplicably start back, then flush and stare at his clasped hands, his chest heaving.

Pity and anger tightened Paul's heart. If that hadn't been a conditioned response... Someone's been hitting this boy, often. He choked back his fury. He'd have to tread very carefully here.





Now You Know by Dilo Keith

"What I am going to do with you?" Michael asked, shaking his head.

Eliot, still draped over Michael, inched up and whispered something to him.

"Good thinking, Master Eliot."

Michael said, "Okay, Jamie, we have a plan. If you were getting punished for anything, it would be indirectness. You do get that you didn't cause what I did to poor, suffering Master Eliot?"

"Absolutely, sir."

"And if Eliot and I do something we declare is your punishment, you'll feel better?"

"Yes, sir, thank you."

"Tell me why we're indulging you."

Jamie stopped to think. Michael was being unusually accommodating. Eliot could be both devious and creative, often more of a sadist than Michael. Maybe this isn't such a good idea. "Because it pleases you?" That's usually a safe answer. They'll be getting something out of this.

"We'll see." Michael crawled to the foot of the bed. "Lie down there." He pointed to the middle of the mattress. "Face up, arms out. El, a blindfold."

The two men efficiently blindfolded Jamie and secured him to the four corners of the bed with the leather cuffs and chains they kept attached to the frame.

"Can you move?" Eliot asked.

Jamie tested his bonds. "Very little, sir."

"Excellent."

 



Aftercare by Erin O'Riordan

I barely had time to set down my wine glass before Joey put his arms around me, pulling me onto his lap. "Your back must be doing pretty well," I said.

"Let's test that," he said. He covered my mouth with his, kissing me until I was breathless. Then he pulled away.

"What's wrong?" I said. I shifted out of his lap, back onto the couch cushion beside him.

"Nothing," he said. "Everything's perfect. I wanted you to come back here, and you came. There you are, looking beautiful, smelling like that perfume that drives me crazy, and you want to stay. I want to eat you all up in one big bite. But you can't let me do that to you, Maggie."

"I can't?"

"No," he said. "We have to take our time. We have all night, don't we? Or are you wearing that goddamn hospital pager again?"

I ran my hands over my hips to show that I wasn't concealing the pager under my skirt. "I'm not on call," I said. And since he wanted to do things slowly, I decided to take my time and play with him. I got down on the floor, kneeling.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking things slowly." I showed him. Joey had very big feet. Those feet were one part of him I'd left unexplored the last time we'd been together, but I wouldn't make the same mistake this time. I kissed the top of his foot.

"Careful," he said. "That's a sensitive area."

As my fingers brushed against the bottom of his foot, I discovered what he meant; he was very ticklish.





Elusive Exclusive by Raven McAllan (part 1)

He thought Ed moved the plates away pretty fast. Then watched as he stood frowning, looking at the washing machine.

"Can you run this empty?" Ed asked him.

"I guess so, that's how you clean it. Why?"

Ed didn't answer directly. "Just come over here a sec, will you. Nice, okay, my turn now? Yeah?" Sam nodded. "Great. So lean your front against the machine then—oh, yeah. Get that lovely cock right up against it."

Sam did as he was told, feeling the cold metal against his body, as the sensation of his robe falling to the floor left him exposed. Cool air feathered over his body. There was a shuddering motion as the machine began its cycle, sending pulsating sensations into his penis. His cock swelled, and hardened.

"Don't move," Ed warned. "It's going to get even better now. Trust me."

The machine rubbed and stimulated Sam as his lover opened and stretched his ass. The gel's cool sensation had him shuddering, and he pushed himself away from the tremors and into Ed's hands. He was firmly pushed back toward the metal, as pressure was applied to his behind. He could feel himself being stretched, felt Ed gently push his penis into his tight opening. Gradually, like a flower in bud, he felt himself opening ever wider as Ed moved deeper. With one fast push, Ed was in.

"Jes-us." He felt himself tighten, involuntarily trying to push Ed out, before he relaxed, rode with the pain and it became pleasure. He moved, pulled Ed in further, begged, sought, and asked for more.

The washing machine moved and pulsated, sending messages of untold pleasure through Sam’s groin, making him tingle. His penis reacted predictably, hardened and went with the flow. Ed pushed into him, filling him, as he felt that sublime pleasure of a hard, erect, and excited penis well inside him. Sam was in heaven. Behind him, he could feel Ed's body, tight against him, firmly holding him, filling him, increasing the pleasure/pain of a big hard cock moving in and out of his ass. The throbbing of his penis increased as Ed caressed it, at the same time making sure it felt the movements of the washer. Bloody hell, if that goes into spin cycle, I'm a goner.





Rian's Reward by Raven McAllan (part 2)

Ali groaned deep in his throat as he felt Rian's fingers on first one, and then the other small nipple, before he released his penis and drew firmly on his flesh, encouraging him, helping him to be as hard and assertive as Rian now was.

He knew the moment Rian opened the drawer, found a foil packet and drew it out. Felt his jeans and boxers pulled down and over his feet, moved his head to allow his T-shirt to be taken off. A cool breeze feathered across his overheated body. Rian stood magnificent in his nakedness, his eyes never moving from Ali's face.

"Gel, in drawer," he managed to saying, gasping, as Rian backed him toward the bed. Rian nodded. "Which way?"

"Uh." It took a few seconds before the entreaty penetrated his brain. "You mean behind or over me?"

Rian nodded. "Which do you prefer?"

"Shit, it's been so long, I don't know. I prefer to have you fuck me. However you want, as long as it's soon. Rian I need you. You choose. This time, you just choose, if it's what you want, it's what I want. Promise."

Rian nodded, and gave him a small, gentle push, just enough to have Ali toppling back onto the bed, leaving his feet on the floor. He watched as Rian spread gel over his fingers. Held his breath as his legs were lifted high and draped over Rian's shoulders. Felt the cool gel-slicked fingers delicately smooth around his opening, and slide first one, then two fingers into him. His breath hitched, then steadied as he adjusted to the feeling. Slowly he felt those fingers move. It was good but it wasn't enough.

"Ri, I need your cock inside me, not your fingers." He leaned forward, increasing the pressure inside him enough to make himself gasp, before reaching out to take hold of Rian's erect penis and stroke it. "I want you to put this inside me, come, and fill me, sate yourself, let me see your face as you do."





Soft Suede by Sarah Bella

The whipping bench had been moved out from in front of the nine foot St. Andrew's cross on the wall. Jackson had such hopes for that cross. The bench beside the cross already held a flogger, a cat-o'-nine-tails, and a single-tailed whip. There was nothing like the sound of smooth leather snapping against even smoother skin.

Bryce had been instructed never to shave his face on the mornings he paid a visit to Jackson. Undergarments of any kind were completely unacceptable. He knew his sub had been wearing a plug for the better part of the past month, and Jackson couldn't wait to bury himself balls deep in that most sensitive of orifices.

Jackson heard the lock in the front door turn and grinned to himself in anticipation. He walked to the door of his room, silent except for the soft swish of leather on leather as his pant legs brushed together. Waiting inside the doorway, he listened for the sound of Bryce entering the playroom before counting slowly to five to allow Bryce time to get into place.

When he reached the next doorway, Bryce was in position: kneeling on the pillow with his eyes on the floor in front of his knees. He had followed his instructions and not shaved that morning.

His leather collar was buckled around his neck; the spikes were such a delicious contrast to his gentle personality. His hands were clasped tightly together behind his back. His bare chest looked lickable, and the only clothing he wore was a pair of worn-out jeans. Jackson could only assume his other instructions had been heeded as well. The air in the playroom was still and silent, almost ominous.

"Hello, slut," Jackson greeted him. "Have you been good this week?" Bryce didn't move, didn't make a sound, didn't acknowledge that he had heard Jackson's words.

"You may speak," Jackson said.

"Yes, Master, I followed your instructions to the letter." Bryce spoke without lifting his gaze from the floor; his training really had been excellent.





Professor for Dessert by Silvia Violet

Jaden walked into the kitchen and set the plates on the counter. Dr. Perkins followed him, and Jaden turned around when he knew his professor was right behind him. Dr. Perkins stepped back, bumping into the small island. Several extra glasses of strawberry shortcake clinked together from the impact. They could have some fun with those later.

"I'm sorry," Jaden said, though he wasn't. He loved seeing the professor unnerved, loved knowing he was doing that to him.

Dr. Perkins shook his head. "That's okay. I'm just...jumpy tonight I guess. End of semester stress."

Jaden hoped some end-of-semester horniness was part of it too. "Should I load the dishwasher?"

"You don't need to do that. I can handle it."

Jaden grinned. "I don't mind. I'd like to help you."

Heat flashed in Dr. Perkins's eyes, but all he said was "thank you."

Jaden started rinsing dishes and putting them in the dishwasher as Dr. Perkins brought in the silverware from the table. When the dishwasher was full and the rest of the kitchen mostly clean, Jaden glanced over at Dr. Perkins. The professor watched him, watched his ass to be precise. Jaden grinned. When he realized he'd been caught staring, Dr. Perkins's face flushed. "Just leave the rest. I'll get it in the morning. I'm sure you've got more exciting plans for the evening."

Jaden shook his head. "I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be." He opened a glass-fronted cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. "How about a drink?"

Dr. Perkins braced himself on the counter and looked at the floor. "I shouldn't do this," he muttered, his words barely audible.

Jaden's heart raced, and his cock pressed against his pants, eager for the professor to give in to what they both wanted.