Tuesday, August 26, 2014

New Release! Benched #3: Out by a Mile

Benched #3: Out by a Mile is finally available! Straight up, part three is packed with smut. New relationship smut when you just want to lay around and lick each other. But you know it's not just licking. There's also spanking. And talking (about spanking) and some drunken barroom brawling (that just might end in spanking, like all good things do).

After their erotic reunion in the dugout, Kyle and Juno spend the weekend further exploring their desires for pleasure and pain— and just how far they’re willing to go to please each other.

While Juno definitely shares his spanking kink, he seems overly cautious and gentle in other areas. Kyle isn't convinced he can give him the kind of serious discipline he craves-- if he can even figure out how to ask for it.

When Kyle loses his temper with a rival athlete at The Circle, Juno promises him some very real consequences. But is Kyle in more trouble than he thinks?

Things get very naughty in Benched #3: Out by a Mile.

This 14,200 word story contains smut galore as two hot college ballplayers experiment for the first time. This includes a wide variety of sweet and sexual M/M situations, and, of course, lots of spanking.  

How about a lengthy excerpt? ;)

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Juno spun him back around, slamming him up against the door, grabbing him by the hair and pulling his head back, shoving his tongue in his mouth. Kyle moaned, but his voice was swallowed up. He vaguely noticed that the kisses hurt, that a sweet copper taste was working its way across his gums. He ignored it until Juno pulled back, wiping his hand over his mouth.
“You’re bleeding. Goddamn it.” He ran his hand over the top of Kyle’s head, smoothing his hair down and frowning. “Look at you, you’re a fucking mess.”

Kyle jerked away, mussing up his hair again, annoyed. Frustration heated his skin, his mouth and ass and cock all unsatisfied. He pushed past Juno and leaned over the sink, peering into the mirror and picking at his lip.

“It’s just a little blood. Not very good with his knuckles for a knuckleballer.”

Juno sighed, yanking a paper towel from the dispenser on the wall and handing it to him. “What’s with you? You can’t act like that. You’re gonna fight in a bar? You could get yourself arrested. Then what?”

“No one’s gonna arrest me,” he said, balling up the towel and tossing it into the sink, unused. “I’m a fucking celebrity!” He wasn’t slurring, exactly, but his words seemed to have too many syllables.

“Jesus. How much have you had to drink?”

“I’m not drunk.”

“You’re drunk as shit. And you’re delusional if you think being a fucking Panther is enough to keep you out of trouble. You’re not a celebrity, you’re a college kid. If that shit worked for you in high school, I feel sorry for you, because it’s not going to work now.”

That was way too many words, and Kyle didn’t like any of them.

“He started it.”

“Just stop.”

“Well, he did. I wasn’t out. I wasn’t even close.”

Juno shook his head. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

“He said—”

“I don’t care.”

“Then why did you ask?”

“I didn’t.”

Kyle backtracked murkily through the conversation, but wasn’t sure if he was right or not. He shrugged. “Whatever.”

Juno grabbed another paper towel, and this time wiped at the blood himself.

Kyle shoved him away, wincing. “Ouch. Quit!”

“You have a bad temper, rook.”

“No, I don’t. I just—”

“Yes you do. You got way out of line.”

“Oh.” Kyle’s heart beat faster while everything around him seemed to slow down. The change in Juno’s voice was subtle, but it was there. He was almost positive. He rubbed his palms against his thighs and waited.

“We talked about it, didn’t we?” Juno asked him softly. “You got in trouble just yesterday for letting your temper get the better of you. It doesn’t seem like you learned anything at all.”

Kyle shook his head slowly, not sure if he was agreeing or disagreeing.

“Now I’m going to have to take you home and punish you. For real.”

He shook his head again.

“No?” Juno took his chin in his hand, tilting it up. “You don’t think you need to be disciplined?”

Kyle’s eyes skittered away quickly as he dropped his gaze, blood rushing to his face. “I don’t… I… You can’t,” he whispered.

“Yes I can. You can argue all you want, but you’re in big trouble.”

Kyle breathed deeply, almost forgetting to exhale as he waited. Juno’s voice was still quiet, still calm, still so slow and deep and sexy. But now he sounded… not angry, exactly, but definitely not happy. Exasperated. Pushed to the limit. Like he might grab him and give him a sound spanking right then and there.

He knew he wouldn’t— at least, he was pretty sure. But that didn’t stop it from being exciting. Didn’t stop him from wondering what it would be like to be bent over the counter in the men’s room and spanked while he was staring at his own reflection. In fact, he was dizzy thinking about it, about being able to not just take it and feel it and hear it when Juno spanked him, but watch it. He swayed on his feet slightly and Juno backed him up against the countertop, an arm on either side, trapping him.

He towered over him, silent long enough to make him panic. Then he bent and kissed him softly. When he pulled away, he caught Kyle’s eyes and held them, his gaze steady and serious.

“I don’t ever want to see this pretty mouth look this way again,” he said, rubbing a thumb over his swelling bottom lip. “We’re going to deal with your temper once and for all.”

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