Insomnia (Paranormal Mates Society 5)

Insomnia (Paranormal Mates Society)
Second Edition
Kira Stone
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Copyright ©2006 by Kira Stone
An authorized excerpt

Sanders L. Mann toyed with his favorite dildo as he waited for the DVD to load on his office computer. Inspiration to accompany his evening's entertainment. The highlight of the night was definitely to come.

The most exciting bout of hot passion he'd had in years had been courtesy of one of the best bottoms in the business, Sean Storm, a porn star turned bareback video producer. No one else could make him feel the way Sean did.

On video, that is. He'd never gotten the chance to meet the talented man in person. Sean would be in Snoozeville as soon as Sandy introduced himself, should that glorious event ever happen. No, on-screen action would have to suffice. Luckily, Sean's company, Cre8tive Juices, had a new release for him to enjoy.

Tonight he'd get his first taste of Hole Milk. Sandy was really looking forward to it. He could use a happy ending to a boring, plain vanilla day as manager of the Inn of Quiet Repose. A dearth of absorbing details had given him far too much time to dwell on old memories. Thirty-seven years to the night since his last boyfriend had left him, and he still felt the empty ache each anniversary.

"It's not you, it's me." Sandy mimicked the parting words Vincent had uttered to him. "I'm just not able to keep up with you." So they'd had one last goodbye fuck that the old vamp somehow managed not to sleep through -- who'd ever heard of a narcoleptic vampire? -- and parted ways.

For a few months, it had been a relief not to bear the strain of keeping their sexual relationship afloat. Then depression set in as Sandy discovered the vampire wasn't the only creature who suddenly dropped into a deep slumber whenever he was around.

These days Sandy was resigned to spending the remainder of his supernatural existence with Mr. Hand and a Ph.D. in self-gratification for companionship. At least then he could be sure his partner wouldn't drift off to sleep mid-coitus.

Finally, the video popped up on the monitor, the logo for Cre8tive Juices and Sean's pretty hole begging for attention. "It's just you and me tonight, stud. Show me how you do it."

The warning info faded to black, then Sean appeared on screen in all his butt-naked glory. The bareback porn star had a fuck-me-hard body, short dark hair and warm brown eyes that invited the viewer to join in on the fun. Sandy planned to do exactly that.

As the opening images flickered by, Sandy unbuckled his belt and shimmied his hips to send his trousers to the floor. He kicked them off, along with his shoes and blue bikini briefs. The shirt would stay on, for now.

Already blood was flowing into his cock. It didn't take much to get him going. That was another reason he used the quiet nights at the inn to watch porn and jerk off. Kept him from walking among the guests with a stiffie all day.

"But now it's playtime," Sandy told the gorgeous, naked men on the monitor as the main attraction began.

A dream sequence, perfect. Sean was getting rimmed by a man who looked like he was enjoying the job. Sandy wet his finger with his tongue and gave himself similar treatment. Little teasing forays into his puckered hole. So good.

Sandy dropped into the leather executive chair and hooked his knees over the armrests. It wasn't as sexy as the position Sean had adopted on a couch, his ass in the air where his lover had easy access, but it achieved the same result. Sandy was spread open, ready to be fucked.

As the guy on top pushed his cock into Sean's hole, Sandy lubed up his dildo. The plastic beast was thick and long, the shade of dark brown sugar. Ridges in all the right places, down to the vein traversing its length. He gasped as he inserted it with a little less care than usual. Hard to concentrate when Sean was getting royally fucked right in front of him.

"Work it, baby. That's right," he told the top on the screen.

Responding to his own order, Sandy slid the rubber shaft in and out of his anus in sync with the action unfolding in front of him. His muscles clenched around the flexible yet solid dildo, trying to suck it in deeper.

"Like that? You bet your ass you do," Sandy murmured.

The action heated up as the man on top thrust faster. Sean wriggled and writhed in pure lusty enjoyment, egging the man on. Both came in the way a good wet dream should end. Sandy didn't mind the quick close. For him, it was just the beginning.

The next scene… wow. It had been so long since Sandy had intimately embraced a real dick that his ass no longer knew the difference between flesh and synthetic. Sean, however, had lots of experience with prime cock. The fact that he'd chosen a blue glow stick over a penis hand-crafted by Mother Nature caused Sandy to wonder about the porn star's mental state. But what Sean was doing with the stick was… incredible. It illuminated his hole from the inside out.

Sandy tried to imagine what fucking a glow stick would feel like. "Is it hot? Does it burn? Tell me how much you love it."

Sean groaned appreciatively in response. Sandy made a mental note to add the luminary device to his next supply order. If it felt half as good as Sean made it sound, he was game to give it a try.

Mesmerized, Sandy watched the man love his job until a persistent ringing pulled him out of the scene. He paused the player and jabbed the button to activate the speaker phone on his desk. "Yes?"

"Mr. Moore wishes to see you, sir," Zachary, the zombie manning the Reception Desk, informed him.

"Mr. Moore?" Sandy ran through the current guest list in his head, but found no match. Not amongst his staff or vendors either. Must be a salesman, but who the hell made a cold call after midnight? No one Sandy wanted to talk to, that's for sure. "Tell him to make an appointment."

"Very good, sir."

Sandy resumed play, both on-screen and off. His balls rolled between the fingers of one hand while he lightly caressed his pulsing shaft with the other. His cock ached for release. He refused to give in so soon. Sean wasn't done entertaining him…

Again, the phone rang. Zachary rarely ran into a situation he couldn't handle on his own. If he was calling, Sandy had to answer. Damn it!

"What is it now?" Sandy bit his lip to keep from tacking on a groan to the end of that sentence. It had nothing to do with the annoying interruption, and everything to do with the delicious scene playing out before him. He'd hit the mute instead of the pause by mistake, and now Sean and his buddies were doing some incredibly kinky things with a funnel. A blue funnel. In Sean's ass. By the gods, the man was hot!

"Mr. Moore, sir. He insists he has made an appointment and wishes to see you."

Sandy glared down at his hard cock, then gazed at the screen where white streams of semen were being funneled into Sean's hungry hole. "I coulda been a contender," he said in his best -- which, admittedly, was lousy -- Godfather imitation.

"Sir?"

Zombies made great employees, but Sandy had yet to encounter one with a sense of humor. "Skip it, Zachary. About this Moore guy. What's his beef?"

"A matter he will only discuss with you. Privately." There was a pause, and Sandy imagined that Zachary had turned away from his present company for a bit of privacy. "I believe, sir, it would be in your best interests to speak with him. Now."

Okaaay. Zombies didn't venture an opinion very often. Something had spooked the front desk clerk out of his usual complacency. That alone compelled Sandy to investigate. Well, he would as soon as he took care of a much more immediate, personal piece of business.

"Send him up in ten," Sandy instructed.

"Very good, sir." Zachary sounded faintly relieved.

A click of the mouse released Sean from his silence. Cum dripped from his ass, an erotic sight. Sandy wanted to be filled that way. Stuffed with man-love. Or rather with the love of one man. A man capable of dealing with the side effects of Sandy's job. He could think of only one who fit the description, his boss. And his boss didn't bat for the home team.