Sneak Peek: Out of the Bag (Over the Top #3 — M/F, pegging)

Sneak Peek: Out of the Bag (Over the Top #3 — M/F, pegging)

Guess what! Here’s a preview of the next story in my Over the Top series, following Danny and Suzie’s explorations of their sexuality in all its varied, kinky splendor. Let me know what you think!

Out of the Bag

An Erotic New Adult Romance

Out-of-the-Bag-cover-photo-800It’s just the two of them. Though everyone said that they’d try to help with the move, Suzie’s parents are on a college tour with her sister Liz, Alice, Suzie’s roommate and BFF, went off in search of enlightenment at a week-long retreat at a Zen monastery, Jamie and Luz are on their fucking honeymoon…. Danny and Suzie could have asked some of their other friends — former schoolmates, the folks each of them worked with — but. . .

Just the two of them. Finally.

Danny helped pack up Suzie’s clothes as well as her share of the kitchen stuff — Alice’s things are pretty easy to identify, decorated as they are with animals ranging from mythological to bizarre — and they’re finishing up in Suzie’s bedroom when she sneaks up next to him, nibbles on his ear, and whispers, “Got to go to the girls’. Can you keep going?”

Danny shivers and nods.

“Good boy,” says Suzie with a hint of a giggle. She gives his ear a wet lick, her bra-free breasts bouncing against his arm, and departs with a laugh.

Fucking amazing! After two years of on-again-off-again dating since college, they’re moving in together. Tonight, once they’ve gotten her stuff over to the apartment they’ve rented together, they’ll have a late supper. He is going to serve her the fabulous meal he prepared with all of her favorite dishes, roses and candles on the table, and then he is going to get down on one knee and give her the diamond ring he’s been carrying in his pocket all day. Then they’ll probably fuck through the rest of the night — no work tomorrow for either of them, no parents or siblings to hear, no roommates to walk in.

If Danny was being honest, it’s terrifying, but he knows that they both want this, he knows she’ll say yes, and so he knows he’d get over it.

Fucking amazing.

After packing the last of Suzie’s books, he sits on the floor and takes stock. The old armchair is already in the rented van — the armchair they’ve taken turns licking each other silly in, the one she straddled him on just last night. The shelves are built in. The nightstand is Alice’s, with painted dragons, so that’s staying. No need to take the bed!

What else needs to come in this room?

He slides down on his belly to look beneath the nondescript single bed they’ve shared so often — though never often enough, and always desperately trying not to make too much noise. Peering, he spots a pair of running shoes — she’ll want those — and a softball bat — God knew why she has that. Once those are stowed, he takes one last peek, not thinking to see anything else. . . .

There’s a dark shape barely visible back toward the wall. Reaching out, he touches a rough, soft lump, grabs it, and pulls it out.

It is a sack of black leather the size of a small book bag, tied at the top with a red leather cord and bulging with odd shapes that looked nothing like books. He’s going to put it on top of the rest of her stuff in the crate, when curiosity gets the better of him.

Feeling the thrill of doing something he knows he really shouldn’t, he fumbles with the cord and opens the bag.

At the top is a red-and-gold tie — her college’s colors — and a peacock feather. School mementos? Not pausing to think, he reaches in to take the tie and feather and his fingers brush something vaguely familiar: long, silky. . . .

What?

Drawing out his hand, he sees that it’s a length of red satin cord. He knows what this was. He and Suzie didn’t play with toys much — why bother when the best sex toy of all was your partner’s body? But Daphne — the last of the girls he dated briefly before finally convincing himself and Suzie that there wasn’t anyone else — she really, really liked to have Danny tie her up during the couple of months that they were seeing each other. Didn’t do a damned thing for him, but it made the usually prim Daphne an absolute sex animal, so he went along with it. Mistress Coraline’s Restraints for Romantics featured largely in their short-lived love life.

As did the next item he pulls from the bag: a rubber ball with kid leather straps. A. . . A ball gag. He drops the thing, trying hard not to imagine Suzie’s lovely, small mouth stretched around it.

Against his better judgment, almost against his will, his fingers reach once more into the bag and touch something. Something smooth and long. Something very familiar.

Out of the black bag his fingers draw what looks like his own erect penis.

Not really his, obviously. But the same length and thickness, the same skin tone. Attached to the root, however, where he should have been, there is a collection of buckles and straps in the same black kid leather as on the gag.

What in fucking hell has Suzie  ?

“Danny!”

Suzie stands in the doorway, pale and blank-faced. Her mouth is closed but her eyes are wide.

Blinking, Danny stares down at the thing in his hand, at the sex toys at his knees. The satin rope is draped across his thigh in a manner that seems somehow vaguely obscene. He slaps it away. “Suzie, I. . .”

Her expression does not change, but she crosses her arms tightly. Her nostrils and eyelids are slitted, her lips thin and white. This isn’t embarrassment. This is anger, a mood of Suzie’s that Danny has learned to recognize and respect and that he always does his best to avoid. He stammers, “I. . . I’m sorry.”

She purses her lips, looks away for a moment, and shrugs. A slight softening, thank God. Her tone is anything but soft, however: “Do you know why?”

“Why?”

“Do you know what you should be apologizing for?”

“I. . .” He frowns back down at the collection. Not shame — Suzie is hard to embarrass anyway, and she definitely has no shame at all about things sexual. It is one of many things that he loves deeply about her — that he can be his own, over-the-top, horny-ass, perverted self with her. So: not the sex. “I’m sorry that. . . I’m sorry that I pried.”

She peers at him for a moment, then sighs and looks away again.

“Sue—”

“You’re an only, and I know that sucks in some ways, but you could at least put things away and know no one was going to look at them. Dig through them. Not me.” Her freckles stand out in stark relief. “I grew up with absolutely no privacy, Danny. No space that I could call my own. Never even had a room of my own, until this year. Everything I had, if I didn’t have to share it with Liz, she’d go through it anyway. And my parents weren’t a whole lot better.”

Danny loves Suzie’s parents — loves that they have been so welcoming to him, even if they still won’t let him sleep with Suzie under their roof. But yes: they felt that they were entitled to know everything about anything that had to do with Suzie. “I know.”

She turns back to him, her bright eyes dark. “Even in college — and since — I’ve always had roommates. Didn’t even have my own bedroom until this apartment. And I love Alice, but personal space is not her strong suit. You’ve had your own place the past two years.”

He starts to say something, to try to reassure her, but she holds up a hand. “If we’re going to live together, if we’re going to do this for real, not just for now but for the long run, I need to know that I have privacy. I need to have the ability to know that, if I — if were working something out, that there are things. . . that I have a place that I can call my own, trusting that you’re not going to push your way in. Prying.”

“Absolutely,” he whispers, terrified that he’s somehow fucked everything up. Who cares about the fucking sex toys, who cares about what Suzie got up to when they weren’t together — he will do anything. . .

“It’s not those. . . things,” she says, echoing his thoughts. “It’s that you went into that—”

“Without asking. I know.”

“Do you?” She cocks her head and looks at him, hard. She is still pale, but blotches of color have blossomed on her cheeks, her ears. Then she lets loose a soft grunt of a laugh and shakes her head. “I guess you do.”

He tries smiling at her.

Her marble-faced scowl softens. “Danny, I promise, I don’t want to keep any secrets from you. I promise. But I need you to promise—”

“I won’t go through your things without asking. I promise. I swear.”

She takes a step toward him, and then another. “Not just my things, Danny. I need to know that my thoughts and my feelings are mine. If I seem upset or annoyed or something and I don’t want to talk about, I need you to respect that.”

Now it’s Danny’s turn to frown. “But. . . I get to ask. Right?”

She kneels opposite him. “Of course. Just, I get to say no until I’m ready, all right?”

“But. . .” He hears what she’s saying, but she’s asking for a lot of trust — trust she’s more than earned, but it’s still hard. When he’s thought of what a marriage, of that kind of relationship, of what it’s supposed to look like — you’re supposed to share everything, right? But he knows that’s not really possible, or even a good idea. “I get it. I promise. I promise. But. . . You’ll be ready eventually. Right?”

Finally she smiles, though he’s not joking, not at all. “Danny, I’m not going anywhere. So unless you shove me out the door or out the window because I’m driving you nuts, yeah, I’ll be ready eventually.” She leans forward and kisses him gently.

Overwhelmed with relief, he throws his arms around her and kisses her back with everything that he is worth — everything.

After a few minutes, just as things are about to get interesting, she pulls back from him. “So. Do you have something you want to ask me about?”

For a moment, he has absolutely no idea what she’s talking about. And then he realizes that he’s still holding the penis. . . thing in his hand. He holds it up. “Uh. This. What is this?” He finds that he doesn’t know where to look. He can’t look at the thing, can’t look at her face. Sure as fuck can’t look at her body.

“Danny,” she says, the gentle tease in her voice almost worse than the cold anger from earlier, “I’m sure you know what that is.”

“Well, yeah, but. . ..” He shakes the straps. “This.

“Ah.” She reaches out and guides his chin so that he’s looking at her after all. Her lips are parted in a slight, open smile; her eyes glistened evilly — Suzie at her sexiest, sultriest, most seductive. “Well, Danny. Would you like me to show you what that is, and. . .” — she leans forward and finishes, in a low, breathy growl right into his ear — “how I use it?

Danny gulps. He has no idea where this is going. Is she going to use the thing to play with herself? Holy. . . !

He also recognizes, however, that this is, after a fashion, a test: Do you trust me, Danny, or do you not? Nodding feebly, he rasps, “I guess. Sure.”

Now the slight smile spreads, and becomes truly evil. This is the Suzie who once made him watch her masturbate, talking about all of the dirty dreams she’d had about him, diddling herself for an hour and a half, before she would let him touch her — or himself, which is almost as bad; this is the Suzie who once showed up at the office where he had just started working, wearing nothing but an overcoat — hisovercoat; this is the Suzie who, for his most recent birthday, gave him the world’s slowest blowjob — hours keeping him just on the edge of explosion, but never letting him peak. That had nearly killed him. When he finally came — a puff of air from her lips was all that it took in the end to set him off — he thought it had. What in God’s name does she have in mind now?

“Clothes off,” she says, standing.

What?” he squeaks.

She begins peeling her t-shirt up until the hem is just above the very bottom of the breasts that he’s been dying to nuzzle at all day. “I’ll show you mine,” she says, rocking her hips and lifting the shirt a fraction of an inch with each sway, “if you show me yours.”

“Okay.” The sound that escapes Danny’s lips now couldn’t even be called in good conscience a squeak. It’s barely audible. He doesn’t give a shit. He stands, tears off his t-shirt, and starts to fumble with his zipper, the phallus still in his hand bouncing against his hip as he tries to remove jeans, boxers, and shoes simultaneously.

Daaanny,” sings Suzie as the shirt finally lifts above her nipples.

“Huh?”

“I’ll take that.” Stripping her shirt off in a single pull, she tosses it on his head, and plucks the dick-and-straps contraption from his hand.

Blinded, hobbled by his pants and undies, Danny stumbles back against the bed and falls backwards.

Suzie laughs.

“Cruel woman,” grumbles Danny, still flailing.

“You love me just like this.”

He grunts. It is true: that is the truly awful thing. He starts to pull her shirt off his head, but her voice stops him: “No. Let me undress you the rest of the way. And it’s good that you can’t see; I’ll have a surprise for you.”

That sounds both promising and absolutely fucking horrifying.

She pulls off his hi-tops. “Will you be patient like a good boy?”

He snorts. “Yes, Miss Suzie.”

“Hmm.” He hears her mutter and then she tugs off his jeans, though her shirt — with her scent still clinging to it — continues to cover his head. “I like the sound of that.”

“Yes, Miss Suzie?”

“Yes. Now put your hands out in front of you.”

Nervous and intrigued, he does, and is rewarded by the feather-light brush of her nipples against his fingertips. He tries to caress them, but as he stretches out toward her, she must step back; his fingers find nothing but air.

She calls out, “Lashio.”

Something smooth and flat shoots around Danny’s wrists, binding them together, and, in spite of himself, in spite of his excitement, in spite of looking forward to whatever it was that Suzie has planned, he cries out in alarm.

“Just my old school tie. Shh,” she says, and lets her chest brush against his outstretched, bound hands once more, and he can’t help but groan.

Is she trying to kill him? “God, Suzie, just—”

“Shh,” she repeats. “Give me just a sec and the fun will really begin. All shall be revealed.”

He hears her moving around, hears her jeans hitting the floor; he desperately wants to pull the shirt off so he can watch that miraculous, heart-stopping body. But. . . All shall be revealed. “You did promise.”

“Yes, I did.”

“Well, then.” Though it’s one of the most difficult things he’s ever done, he takes a deep breath and lets his silk-shackled hands fall into his lap, where he is not at all surprised to discover that a rather emphatic erection is growing.

He hears Suzie give a quick gasp and realizes that she too is probably nervous. That makes him want to hold her, to make her feel safe, even as it makes him feel very safe. He trusts Suzie.

“Okay, Danny. We’re almost ready. I just want you to trust me a bit more. Can you get on your belly on the bed, without the t-shirt falling off?”

He nods and maneuvers himself so that he is lying facing down on the bed, his tie-bound hands beneath him, where they feel that his heart is beating like a hummingbird’s wings.

“One more thing, Danny.” She takes another steadying breath. “Because you’ve been a, uh, bad boy today, we’re going to play this game by my rules. All right?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Good.” Her bare footsteps approach the bed. “But. . . I think you’re going to enjoy this, Danny.”

“Yeah.”

“If you’re. . . If it’s not. . . fun, just say ‘stop’ and we’ll stop. Okay?”

“Okay.” And then, because he can hear that it is what she needs to hear, he adds, “I trust you, Suzie. I’ll try anything you want to try. If you think it’s going to be fun, it’s going to be fun.”

“Thanks. Ready?”

He nods, very aware that his cock is doing its best to drill through the mattress beneath him.

She approaches the bed, and though he hopes she’ll join him on it, she doesn’t. Cruel. Cruel. “Voilà.” She lifts t-shirt from his head, clearing his vision, revealing. . .

Revealing Suzie, fully, gloriously naked, skin flushed, nipples hard. And where usually there is nothing but her magnificently red patch of pubic hair, a cock — an erect cock — HIS erect cock strains upward, held in place by a network of leather. “It’s called a strap-on,” she says, voice low, and he has to tear his eyes away from the thing to look up into her face. She’s smirking. “It was a present. From Alice.”

“What do you. . . do with it?” He finds himself once more staring at the thing, unable to look away.

“All sorts of fun things.” He can hear the laughter in her voice. “Alice got it for me senior year. I thought I was going to die, Danny, I really did, I missed you so much, and we emailed every day, but you’re a lousy letter writer.”

“I know.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t care, because I had that much, anyway. But what I didn’t have was this.” She circles the erection with her thin, strong fingers and strokes it. “Recognize it?”

He nods. “Mine.”

“Yup.” Continuing to stoke it, she kneels on the mattress, so that it is just inches from his face. “Didn’t want just any cock in me. Wanted thisone.”

“Hnh.”

She lets the tip of the strap-on touch his lips lightly, and then runs it in a circle around his mouth. “Was whining about it to Alice. Apparently, I was whining in enough detail that she was able to get me just the right one. She thought it was very nice, by the way.”

Without breaking contact, Danny gazes up at his Suzie. Her eyes are burning with a dark, familiar flame, but one that is also somehow new. Hopeful. Frightened as he has not seen her since they first fucked, up by the lake after high school.

He swallows and takes a deep breath, the movement of the incredibly fleshlike tip continuing lightly around his mouth.

Just like mine? he wonders. Hmm. Willing himself not to think about what he’s doing, Danny leaned toward her and kisses the head of the cock.

She gives a hiss, and her whole body trembles. As if she can feel it. Just like mine. . . “God. Danny.”

In for a dime, in for a dollar. He opens his mouth and gives the head a lick, as he had the pleasure of having her do just the night before on this self-same tiny bed.

Damn!” She hisses again, her fingers finding his hair. “So fuckingsexy…

“Yeah.” Filled with a kind of pride at bringing her so far so quickly (Suzie never swears until she’s either incredibly pissed off or incredibly turned on), Danny closes his eyes, opens his mouth further (Its not a real cock, its just a strap-on, it s just) and takes the head into his mouth. He can almost feel it swell, can imagine feeling the foreskin pulling back.

“God, Danny. . .” She presses it in — just a little, but he’s never been so happy not to have been better endowed. He lets his tongue run as far down the length of the cock as he can. Her fingers knot themselves in his hair. “Looks so fucking sexy. . ..”

She gives a deep groan, but suddenly the cock is gone. Danny would reach out and grab it, but his hands are tied beneath his chest, and he just flails there for a second until, just as suddenly, Suzie is on the bed beside him, her body pressed against his, her leg thrown over his ass, the fake cock sliding against his hip.

She bites his earlobe gently and licks his ear, her breath loud. “Can you see why I like sucking cock so much?” she whispers like a roar. “Can you see why I like doing that to you?”

He nods, trembling.

“You’d be a great cocksucker, wouldn’t you, sweetie? But I want to show you something else. And like we agreed, because you’ve been a bad boy, I get to say how we’re going to play tonight. Okay?”

He nods again.

“I need you to say it, Danny.”

“Okay,” he says, heart thumping in his throat. “We play your way. Okay. Please.

“Good,” she purrs, kissing his ear again, and then his neck. “’Cause what I really, really want you to feel, Danny, is what it’s like to have this wonderful cock fucking you.” She bites gently at his shoulder.

Holy…! “Okay,” he gasps.

She licks down his spine, between his shoulder blades, her diamond-hard nipples dragging along his back. “I want you to feel what it’s like to have this cock open you up, make you scream, make you feel” — her tits flow over his ass as she kisses her way down his back — “naked on the inside as on the outside.”


There you are! What do you think? Where do you think this is going? 

Stillpoint/Eros has released Out of the Bag! You can check it out on their website or on your local Amazon!

Stillpoint/Eros has released Out of the Bag! is planning to release this later this month.

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