Ten Inches (5 page)

Jude wasn’t a kid
anymore…and Rob wasn’t misreading the signals. Rob could see the
maturity in Jude’s confident posture and hot fucking body. Jude’s
sandy blond hair was cut close on the sides and left a bit longer
on top. A faux hawk Rob wanted to fist his hands in as he ate
Jude’s luscious lips. However, teasing…wanting…even thinking
thoughts of Jude was playing with fire. Temptation he couldn’t
touch, yet he hadn’t heeded his own good sense. He’d cracked the
door with emails and late night phone calls.

“
Rob?”

“
Yeah, sorry.” He shook his
head, shaking off thoughts of hard, hungry-for-cock college
boys—Jude—with tight asses and ripped bodies. “I don’t think any of
your friends are going to be interested.”

Jude clamped his teeth into
his bottom lip. His intense blue-eyed gaze raked down Rob, leaving
a sizzling awareness in its wake. “That wasn’t what I
meant.”

Heat simmered in Rob’s
chest. In a slow stretch, his cock hardened and his balls
tightened. But he couldn’t want this, couldn’t risk destroying the
two people who meant the most to him. “I’m flattered—”

“
I was thinking we could hit
the bars.”

Rob nearly choked on his
breath. “The bars?”

“
Yeah, this week. I’m home,
need to hookup with old friends, and wouldn’t mind meeting a few
new ones.” He set his beer on the counter. “I don’t know about you,
but I need to get laid. Celibacy is for religious and ugly people.”
He started out of the kitchen, leaving Rob speechless. “So are you
still set up in the spare bedroom or are you in my
room?”

Every fucking word out of
Jude’s mouth had his dick jumping and his heart racing. “Your
room?” Rob nearly swallowed his tongue. “No, not your room. I’m
across the hall in the spare.”

“
Great, then I’ll know where
to find you if I have an emergency.”

“
Huh?” Rob’s brain had
short-circuited with talk of Jude’s room. He couldn’t squash the
image of Jude in his bed.

“
Resuscitation,” Jude said
as he grabbed his duffel. “If you head to bed, I’ll see you in the
morning.” He started up the stairs to the bedrooms.

Rob raked his fingers
through his hair. Shit. Shit. Shit. Bars, hook-ups, and getting
laid? What the fuck had happened to Jude? They weren’t pals, and
didn’t party together. They weren’t like that. Sure, some of the
emails lately had changed in tone, become…stimulating. Now Jude had
all but asked for mouth to mouth. Christ, that thought had him hot
and aching all over.

He glanced at the now vacant
stairs. Jude had changed, but so had he. His feelings weren’t easy.
They were complicated and intense and considering doing anything
with Jude was impossible. Light spilled out from his open bedroom
door. Rob kept the room across the hall. He lived an hour south and
worked five minutes from Karen’s house. When he was on call,
staying here was more convenient.

But not with Jude home. Not
with the forbidden sensations rioting through his body. Rob could
admit, deep down, where only he knew, he wanted Jude, wanted to top
him, cramming him full of cock. Not always. There was a time when
Jude was simply Karen’s boy and he’d been blessed to have a hand in
watching him mature into an intelligent handsome young man. Then
he’d gone away to school. When he returned on that first break,
Rob’s saw the man—not the boy. Horrified, he’d buried his needs,
swallowed the lust and focused on friendship. Not that it helped.
He’d still wanted to fuck his best friend’s kid. He’d felt like a
fucking perv. A growl rolled from his chest. Now, in a few hours,
Jude had uncovered that dirty little secret. It was a game. And
Jude was playing. Question was, would Rob?

A few minutes later, Rob
checked the doors, shut off the lights and headed upstairs. The
door to Jude’s room was ajar. Only a dim light filtered from
within. He paused, wanting to turn away, but desperate for a
glimpse. A shiver of apprehension crawled over his flesh. His
breathing grew shallow. His bare feet froze to the
floor.

In the reflection of the
mirror, he watched Jude strip out of his shirt. Hard lines carved
his corded abdominals. Saliva flooded Rob’s mouth and his dick
jerked. Simmering heat in his balls boiled over and his cock head
began to leak within his jeans. Jude had filled out. Gone was the
twenty-ish twink replaced by strong shoulders and a dusting of hair
across the contoured planes of his pectorals. More slightly curled
hair trailed down his flat tempting stomach and swirled around his
navel. Rob would dampen those hairs with his kisses and dip the tip
of his tongue into the small recesses as he tasted lower on course
to Jude’s cock. His belt was unbuckled and the black band of Jude’s
underwear peeked out from the undone button of his
jeans.

Rob quietly shifted his
stance, cupped his dick and pressed into his palm to ease the ache.
But the heat in his groin smoldered. His hands trembled. Rampant
beats of his heart droned out the voice in his head that should be
telling him to turn away rather than feed into the fantasy. But
lust controlled him, claimed him and his eyes slid
closed.

Rob’s mind filled with the
image of Jude dropping to his knees and parting those full wide
lips. Rob could almost feel the head of his cock pillowed against
Jude’s hot, wet tongue. A shudder ripped through him and his
breathing grew heavy. Suddenly he realized he was stroking his
shaft through the denim of his jeans. His eyes snapped open. His
gaze darted into the room…and locked with Jude’s.

“
Fuck.”

~ Also available from
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Chamber of
Secrets

by

Noel Kasey

COPYRIGHT 2010 by Noel
Kasey

www.DemandingRomance.com

Andrew ran his fingertips
over the servant drawn to the right of the main image. A flash of
heat surged up his arm. Andrew gasped and jerked his hand back, but
the heat intensified. Energy sizzled over his flesh. Muscles
cramped and his body convulsed. His cock hardened and his blood
seemed to boil within him. Euphoric numbness dizzied his mind.
Unable to pull away, he touched the solid stone, yet his fingers
faded, sinking into the hieroglyph.

“
Andrew!” Khalid’s voice
drifted into the distance. Andrew tried to reach for him, tried to
grasp on and hold him, but Khalid spun, morphing into oblivion. His
image had nearly disappeared. Panic crashed over Andrew.

“
Khalid!” He cried out, but
words floated unheard into the encroaching darkness. Darker. The
lantern blew out and then Andrew was gone.

Andrew spiraled into
nothingness. The world was gone…Khalid was gone. He choked, unable
to breathe under the crushing weight of the darkness.

* * * * *

“
Enter.” The harsh order
weaved through the fog of his thoughts. Andrew tried to focus, but
his head swam in confusion. He tried to take a step but his legs
were weak and trembled under his weight. “Is this insolence?” The
words were spoken in Old Egyptian—2500 BC.

“
Kneel before your master,
slave.” The rough order grated over Andrew. A hard jab to his back
sent him to his knees. His palms hit the marble flooring. Pain
knifed through his bones. He gasped for breath. Where the fuck was
he? Last he remembered he’d been with Khalid, about to enter the
burial chamber. Khalid! He jolted upright. Another blow to the back
sent him to the floor again.

“
You need a lesson in
respect.” The lash of a whip snapped in the air a split second
before the stinging spines lashed across his bare flesh. Andrew
flinched, his muscles quivering with searing pain.

“
No!” the other man
bellowed. “Enough.”

Andrew drew in slow breaths
and tried to wrap his mind around the hallucination. What other
explanation was there? Except the thrash of the whip had felt real
enough. The bloom of heat continued to pulse beneath his skin. And
all he wore was a loincloth made of linen. His fantasy would
include Khalid in a loincloth, or better yet, nothing at
all.

Andrew stared at his hands.
He wasn’t Egyptian, yet his skin was bronzed and scarred. His nails
were short and his fingertips calloused. He remained in the
submissive pose. Two men were on his right and several more were on
his left. He couldn’t see beyond a few feet in front of him. The
room was shrouded in shadows. Andrew listened. That he understood
the words was just as strange.

“
Leave us.” The men
surrounding Andrew shuffled from the room. No one spoke and the
room grew quiet. “Guard the door,” the commanding voice told the
last man. “No one is to enter.”

Should he fight…flee? How
far would he get? Andrew’s heart thundered. Wait, this was his
fantasy. Whipping had never been a fetish of his. Maybe it was
since he’d already been thrashed once…and the burn aroused. His
cock prodded against the thin material barely concealing his
erection.

“
Anum.”

The whispered word sent a
shiver over his flesh. “Yes.” His name. Somehow two worlds began to
blend. He was Anum, a servant. A lover. He lifted his eyes. Khalid.
His word was a chant, a mantra to his master. Khalid? How could it
be?

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