Harder In Heels

The stage was completely blacked out with the exception of a single spotlight highlighting a dancer’s pole and illuminated the boards below. Asaph barely noticed the décor; it was the slinky beauty currently making the pole his bitch that snagged his undivided attention. Asaph never saw anyone move with so much grace, so much feeling…there was sensuality in every kick of his long legs, the arch of his back and his hips…Asaph discreetly shoved his thumb knuckle in his mouth to stop himself moaning out loud.

A loud bass reverberated through his feet, and every vibration hit his balls. He wiggled in his chair to relieve the pressure in his crotch, not that it did much good. Thank goodness for long table cloths or Asaph would be making a fool of himself in front of strangers; although in fairness all eyes were glued to the stage. In just five minutes Asaph realized why it was such a chore getting tickets. Men and women alike were captivated by Ronan’s dancing and nothing could be heard except the driving beat of the music. It was as though the audience was frozen, watching, adoring – totally under Ronan’s spell.

Asaph took it all in; the shaggy long hair, framing and then covering beautifully fine features. Ronan had a pert nose, slender dark eyebrows and full lips that held the hint of a smile as the man twirled, and whirled and mastered the pole. Ronan’s torso was bare, a faint sheen showing a fine set of muscles. His leather pants encased the most beautiful set of gluts Asaph had ever seen, perched above long legs that seemed to go on forever and at the end of them. My God; the man was wearing heels.

Not those little one-inch jobs women wore to the office, or the clunky platforms men favored when they wanted to look taller. These were honest to god stiletto heels, and they had to be six inches high. How in heaven’s name could anyone, man or woman, dance with such abandon and confidence in killer heels?

The music stopped and Asaph took one last look at the man who was certain to become his obsession. Ronan was doing the splits, up the pole, his back arched and his long hair hanging down, almost touching the ground. The audience that Asaph had forgotten, surged to their feet, clapping, whistling and chanting filling the air. Ronan turned his head slightly, still holding his pose, and smiled, and then suddenly the stage went black.

Fucking hell, I want him. My balls are gonna explode if I can’t have him.

“Well, wasn’t he a tall drink of yum. Fair got my balls aching,” Bronson’s voice cut through Asaph’s thoughts. “You think he’d be up to a private performance? I’m sure clubs like this encourage that sort of thing.”

“You won’t be going anywhere near him.” Asaph didn’t care if his voice was sharp; he was too busy trying to attract a waiter’s attention. He slipped his wallet out of his jacket pocket and palmed a card and a twenty-dollar bill. He held it between his raised fingers and sure enough, a young lady made her way over, a pretty smile on her face.

“I need to speak to the owner. Is he available?” Asaph lowered his tone. The flush on the girl’s face let him know he could have a bed mate for the night if he wanted – which he did. But she was the wrong person.

Adult Excerpt

Ronan’s mouth went dry and he swallowed. The look on Asaph’s face was feral, his eyes completely wolf and lust was oozed from every pore. Ronan had never seen anything as magnificent in his life. Chest heaving, a solid cock dripping in anticipation, Ronan wanted to feel that length inside of him. His body ached for the man, his mate, to take him, claim him and never let him go. His nerves were still there, skittering under his skin, but the sight of Asaph hovering, as though almost scared to take the next step, had him opening his mouth.
“Do it, I’m ready for you,” he whispered. Bright blue eyes burned into him for one long second, and then Ronan felt the push of Asaph’s cockhead against his opening. Sucking in a deep breath, he breathed it out and let his body relax. Within seconds all he could feel was the pulsation of Asaph’s length inside of him. It was as amazing as his mother haltingly promised him it would be. Ronan was glad Asaph was still holding his legs, because his whole body felt like a limp noodle; he was so overcome with the pleasure of it all. He closed his eyes, centering his thoughts on his lower half, willing his mate to move.

Breathing deeply, Ronan concentrated on the fullness inside of him. It didn’t hurt, if anything it made him feel complete, and yet Ronan hadn’t even been aware before that moment there was anything missing. But as Asaph held his position, Ronan didn’t sense a single twitch; the tension in Ronan’s body grew. When he finally couldn’t stand it any longer, his eyes flicked open and he said, “Move!” Within seconds he got everything he didn’t realize he was asking for.

Asaph was like a powerhouse above him; Ronan couldn’t see anything else; just his mate’s broad shoulders, flexing torso and fevered expression. Somewhere in the move Asaph had dropped his legs, the width of his hips holding them apart. Asaph’s lower arms were like pillars on either side of his face. Needing something to hold onto, Ronan reached up and grabbed onto Asaph’s shoulders, pulling him down. For a moment he thought he’d upset Asaph’s delicious rhythm, but if anything the man’s hips moved faster.

Every slap of skin against his ass sent shivers up Ronan’s spine. Asaph’s grunts were music to his ears, and the tension, the smells of their combined arousal was like a drug Ronan couldn’t get enough of. He pushed his back into the mattress and thrust up with his hips, trying to push Asaph harder, faster, further – he wasn’t exactly sure. But with his body humming and his wolf panting with excitement he let his body guide him. He wanted Asaph, he needed his mate, and by the heavens his man delivered.