Monthly Archives: July 2012

Here’s something to get you all in the mood to deal with your Sunday. Here’s some smexiness from The Faery Truth, my current WIP and Book Two in the Tonawanda Faery Tales a series that I’m co-authoring with author Cherie Noel. Enjoy!

That was the last coherent thought I had before my brain short-circuited as one of Philip’s hands went to the front of my black slacks and flicked open the button there and slid down my zipper. I moaned into his mouth as his fingers squeezed my throbbing erection tightly and my hips thrust forward. I lifted my hands up into his hair and shivered as the strands wrapped around my fingers as if to keep me from ever leaving the heat of Philip’s body. Philip’s hands pushed down my boxer briefs—what an amazing piece of cloth they were as well, I felt like all of my private parts were wrapped in a snug, soft piece of heaven—and my slacks, without breaking our kiss.

His hands on my ass, lifting me up in the air as I kicked off my shoes, slacks and boxer briefs, were like heaven. I wrapped my legs around his waist and whimpered happily as he lifted me up onto the dining room table. I heard the buttons on my black button down shirt rip as Philip divested me of the silk item Thomas had recently bought for me. I bit down gently on Philip’s bottom lip and pulled slightly, thrilling at the groan he gave me. When I released his lip from my teeth we both froze for a moment. Only the sounds of our panting filled the room, though the distant noises of a usual Tonawanda night: the off-key singer over at Club 55 singing Cee-Lo’s “Fuck You” could be heard even at Philip’s place, the drunken revelry sounded muted. They were the sounds of humanity, and to me, in this place, staring up into Philip’s eyes they were the bass beat to the song of our lovemaking, with its own dominant chords, high C’s, and harmonies. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, allowing the sound of it all, this fated moment, the rapid thumping of Philip’s heart, in sync with my own, to trail over my skin. My cock throbbed along with the beat and when I lifted my head and opened my eyes I saw the sharp emerald gaze of my future lover staring back into my own. His chest rose and fell rapidly and I could feel the lust inside of me ignite brighter and hotter and my second sight kicked in at the same time as Philip’s frantic need to possess me. There was something about being naked while he was still clothed that was erotic and naughty, but it was so much better when I ripped open his own button down shirt as he quickly yanked down his pants.

The fires of our mating blazed red now, swirling around us, filling the room and making us hotter. I needed to feel him in me. I didn’t care if it hurt all I knew is that I yearned for him. I ached to feel him pounding his way inside of me.

“I need you Philip. Now. Please.” The first words I’d spoken since we’d kissed and they were a plea for him to take me. To claim me. It was fitting.

My hands smoothed their way up over his lightly furred chest as he growled low in his throat. His green eyes darkened as he stared at me and with a flash his hand reached up for the back of my head and buried themselves in the shorter, but still longish and thick, black locks. He yanked my head back and lowered his lips to my throat biting down hard on the side of my neck, sucking the abused flesh with a hard sucking motion and I imagined the feel of his mouth on my cock and I trembled. I knew I would bare a mark on my neck when he was done, but if the contented whimpers he was making was anything to go by, it was all worth it.

Philip’s other hand reached out to grab the bottle of oil that was still on the table and he knelt down between my legs. This part I understood. I knew what happened next. Spreading my legs, I tilted my head back and struggled to clear the haze from my brain so that I could detach myself from the entire process. While living as a female Fae, having sex was always enjoyable up until the point of penetration because it was then that the feeling of complete wrongness seemed to settle within me. Now I knew why, but old habits were hard to break.

As if sensing my hesitation, nervousness and possible withdrawal, Philip’s fingers, now coated with oil, rubbed and pressed on the tightly puckered entrance of my ass even as his mouth descended on the furiously red head of my cock which was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum onto the flat planes of my abdomen.

“Oh. Oh! Gods alive. Nnngghh uuunngghh,” I moaned and began babbling as Philip’s mouth and tongue worked wonders on my cock. His tongue lightly traced around the head of my prick, even as his mouth sucked on the shaft furiously as if he were determined to suck out all the cum from my body.

Philip pressed one finger in my hole and the muscles in my ass tensed, then relaxed as he paused to allow me to adjust to the one finger and began bobbing his head up and down my cock. I became lost in the amazing feelings of my cock in his mouth and his fingers in my ass as one finger became two and two fingers became three. I was spinning out of control in my desire for him, my yearning to have him within me, and I didn’t know whether to thrust up, to embed my cock more fully in his mouth or to press down and impale his fingers more firmly in my ass.

Philip’s fingers turned slightly as he began thrusting the three fingers in and out of my ass faster, deeper, harder and grazed over something inside of my ass that was so amazing I saw a bright flash of white before my vision exploded in bright neon colors.

“HOLY FUCK!”

Philip’s chuckle around my cock as I exploded with the profanity sent tremors through my entire body as his fingers continued to graze the spot of pure nirvana in my ass.

“C’mon baby. Give it to me,” he ordered as he lifted his mouth from dick.

“Give. You. What?” I panted out. Then I felt it. A tingle at the base of my spine. It wrapped itself around my spinal column and shot up into my brain before exploding throughout my entire body. It was fire and ice, thunder and lightning, electricity and heat—gods, so much heat—as I slammed my head back against the table under me as I screamed out Philip’s name at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t tell if the brilliant lights exploding behind my closed lids came from the hard knock my brain had just sustained or if it was from the terrifying, all-consuming orgasm that ripped my body apart and turned it inside out.

Just when I didn’t think it could get any better, I became distantly aware of Philip collecting my cum and spreading it over his cock. His hand trembled slightly as he pressed the head of his cock into my relaxed ass. I groaned simultaneously with him as he slowly pressed into my ass until he bottom out. Once he was fully seated inside of me, I looked up at him with new eyes. Having sex had never felt like this to me before. Not once. My body felt so full, and I felt so complete and whole as Philip slowly dragged his cock out of my chute before pressing back into me slowly. I moaned and clutched his head as he slowly and tenderly began to fuck me. My legs, which had been resting on the table, lifted to wrap around his waist as he pulled me to the edge of the table and his thrusts began to speed up slightly.

As the head of his cock grazed over the piece of nirvana in my ass, I felt my spent cock begin to stir and grow hard again. I knew I had a quick recovery time but this was short even for me.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight and gorgeous,” Philip’s voice was raspy as his hips slowed and began to stroke his cock slowly in my ass again. He rolled his hips and I whined his name. My mate was a fucking god. As if he could sense my complete surrender to the wonder that was his cock, Philip’s rhythm sped up once again and he began to drive his cock in and out of my ass hard and fast.

I felt the table moving, the legs scraping across the floor as Philip fucked my ass like a wild beast. The snarls, growls and whimpers coming from the both of us adding accuracy to the statement.

“Shitshitshitshitshitshit,” Philip panted out and I knew he was close to coming as his rhythm grew frenzied and choppy. Not to be outdone my own orgasm rapidly approached and like Olympic synchronized swimmers we both fell headlong into our orgasms, our voices shouting to the heavens as we exploded into each other’s arms, becoming reformed as one as we descended back to Earth.

Here’s my happy picture for today:

 It’s the picture that is inspiring me to write today.

I posted it up on my Facebook timeline and was asked if it sparked a story about Shemar.

Well it hadn’t, not until I was asked if it had.

So XxBeanyxX and Sofia and everyone else who asked. This piece of flash smexiness is for you:

Say Cheese

“Okay Shemar, just one more picture,” I yelled out as I held up the camera to my eye. “You magnificent black bastard,” I muttered underneath my breath, ignoring the chuckling of my assistant as he fiddled around with the rest of my equipment behind me. Focusing in on the expanse of Shemar’s naked broad chest, I sucked in the drool that tried to escape from my lips and cleared my throat.

I peered through the lens at Shemar, the gorgeous, caramel colored, talented, sexy Adonis figure before me and trembled. We’d been flirting with each other all day and my cock throbbed in my tight jeans and I cursed my need to be as sexy as the models and actors that I photographed every day.

“That’s what you said last time Vic,” he grinned at me and I groaned at the sight of his full lips pulling back and showing off his pearly white teeth.

“Well, what can I say? I’m trying to keep you with me as long as I can,” I called out as I focused the lens and made sure my white balance and lighting were just as I needed them to be.

“You know all you’d have to do is say the word and I’d have you pressed against the side of that trailer, fucking your brains out,” he called back to me before drifting his hand down his chest to rest it at the top of his black pants.

“Holy fuck,” I moaned as I snapped the last picture, handing the camera back to my assistant, whose name I couldn’t even remember in the face of Shemar’s fineness.

“Everyone get back to the studio. I’ll drive Shemar back in the trailer with all the equipment,” I told everyone there, the other models, assistants, crew, servers, make-up techs, costume assistants, and water boys, without taking my eyes off of Shemar’s face.

I was done flirting with him. His last words had tossed me over the edge of my very thin control. If he wanted to fuck me against the trailer, then he would, and then I would ride him in the grass until he screamed out my name. And when all of that was over, I’d flip him over and shove my own cock up his ass until he forgot his name.

I just needed everyone to go away so that I could do it.

I listened to the sound of vehicles pulling away as Shemar and I stepped closer to each other.

“I thought they’d never leave,” he growled as he pulled me into his muscled frame. I lifted my hands up to the back of his neck and pulled his lips down to mine.

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me,” I ordered, moaning as he obeyed without preamble. The taste of him exploded on my tongue. He was all buttery goodness from the popcorn he’d been snacking on earlier. His thick tongue, that I could only hope was a testament to a thick cock as well, tangled with my own in my mouth for dominance. One of his hands drifted up into my hair, wrapping themselves up in my locks as his other hand drifted down into the back of my jeans. He palmed the globes of my ass before he wedged a finger into the crack, tracing his finger over my hole. I moaned and pushed myself closer to him, opening my mouth wider as he ravaged my mouth, pressing my bubble butt back, trying desperately to get him to shove his finger up my ass.

I ripped my mouth away from his and kissed, licked and bit my way over his chin, down his jaw and his neck to his collarbone. I yanked his shirt down his arms, whimpering as his hand left my ass. I wanted to yell out in glee when his fingers fumbled with the button and zipper on my jeans and I reached forward to help divest him of his own pants. It was a race to the finish line then, both of us yanking pulling, pushing and shoving at each other’s clothes until we were both finally and gloriously naked.

I stepped back to look at him in all of his delicious nudity and when my eyes settled on his long, thick erection, I fell to my knees in the grass to worship at the altar of Shemar Moore’s Holy and Magnificent Cock. Yeah, that’s right, it was worthy of worship and praise and oh thank the Gods for making someone so tantalizing and delicious for me to lick, suck, taste and fuck. Because, yeah, there was going to be a lot of that going on.

I licked the head of his brown knob, the taste of his pre-cum exploding on my tongue and as he groaned I shivered. He tasted like the sweetest of ambrosia and I knew he must spend a lot of time eating pineapples, fruit and vegetable for his taste to be so sweet and fresh. I closed my eyes and lowered my mouth down as far as it could go, moaning as I felt the head of his cock sink into the back of my throat and still there was so much left. Oh fuck, he needed to be in my ass like… yesterday.

Shemar apparently agreed because he growled my name and pulled me off of him. Fumbling in his pants he let out a cheer of relief and happiness when he found a condom and a small packet of one-use lube. Putting the condom packet in his mouth he ripped off the top of it and pulled out the rubber.

I was determined to not stand idly by while he had all of the fun with his cock. Grabbing the condom out of his hand I winked at him and placed it in my mouth, before sinking back down to my knees and rolling the sheath over his leaking erection with my lips and tongue. I grinned at the tremble that rocked through his frame and ran my hands up over the corrugated planes of his abs and up to his hardened dark brown nipples. I pinched and rolled them between my fingers as I dropped my head down to lick and suck the heavy balls that hung beneath my new best friend: BTSC (Big, Thick Shemar Cock). Dropping my hands I settled the condom down firmly over Shemar’s length, trembling myself when I noticed the Magnum XL condom lay snugly over it, barely able to fit over his monster dick.

Gods, I can’t wait to feel that pounding my ass.

I didn’t have to wait long. As soon as I stood to my feet, Shemar hoisted me up in his arms, pouring the viscous liquid of the lube over his fingers, and rubbing said fingers over my entrance. Sinking two fingers into my hole, Shemar groaned as I hissed at the burn in my ass. I wasn’t complaining, however, the feel of his thick fingers inside of me only excited me as I thought about the feeling of his cock inside of me next. I moaned and began lifting and lowering my ass on his fingers as Shemar walked towards the trailer pressing my back against the side of it even as he pressed in a third finger.

“Fucking shit!” I yelled as his fingers grazed over my prostate. “Yeah, fuck me right there. C’mon actor boy, give it to me,” I taunted him as his fingers slowly thrust in and out of my clenching channel, the muscles in my ass trying to suck his fingers in and never let them go.

“You want me to give it to you?” Shemar growled at me and leaning forward I bit the side of his neck hard, sucking the bruised flesh into my mouth. The head of his cock bumped against my hole as his hips snapped forward.

“Viiiiicccc,” he moaned out at me before snarling and pulling out his fingers and slamming his cock into my ass.

“FUCK!” I screamed out as my head snapped back and slammed into the trailer. I wrapped my arms tightly around Shemar’s neck as he dragged his cock out of my ass slowly before slamming it back in fast. “Yeayeayeayea, give it to me,” I pleaded as he continued his slow dragging, fast slamming rhythm in and out of my ass.

“God you feel so fucking good. So tight and hot and nnngggguuunnnggghhh,” Shemar moaned into the side of my neck as his thrusts sped up.

I closed my eyes and began praying and thanking every deity, shouting their names to the heavens as he pegged my prostate with every plunge of his cock in my ass.

“Oh fuck oh fuck! Holyfuckingshitthat’sitrighttherefuckmefuckmefuckmeShemarrightthererightthereohFUCKI’mcumming!”

My mouth opened on a scream and my cock, which hadn’t been touched once, shot cum straight up in between our bodies, coating my chest and Shemar’s splattering our chins, necks and a drop landing on Shemar’s bottom lip. I shook violently as my orgasm swept over my body, Shemar’s thrusts became frenzied as he licked my cum off his lip and moaned at the taste of me on his tongue. I could tell he was about to cum and with my last bit of energy, I leaned forward and licked the place on his neck where I’d bit him earlier, knowing that the bruise would be sensitive.

“FUCK VIC!” he shouted as he emptied himself into the condom, inside of my ass.

Shemar pressed me tightly up against the trailer as his entire body shook, before he slowly lowered himself down to the ground, his arms still wrapped tightly around me.

“God I love having you take my pictures,” he muttered into my neck.

“And I love having you say cheese,” I groaned back as I closed my eyes and rode out the bliss still sweeping through my body.

The End

-Vicktor Alexander

*Author’s Note: This flash piece in no way reflects on the sexuality of Mr. Moore. I am not saying he is or isn’t homosexual. I don’t know and it’s none of my business. This is just a work of fiction, because hey, a boy can dream right?*

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“I love Alex.”

“I love Richard.”

“I love Rowan.”

“I love Mickey.”

“Can’t wait for the next one.”

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“I should just give you my whole paycheck.”

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“Your book changed/saved my life.“

Thank you. Everyone who wrote me. Everyone who sent an email, a tweet, a FB status update/message/comment/wall post. Thank you to every opinion [good or bad-and yes, even mean and/or spiteful/hateful]. Thank you to every review. Thank you to everyone who asked to interview me, review me, feature me.

Thank you to everyone who reads and then takes the time to let me know they did.

I appreciate you.

I mean that from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for reading. Thank you for supporting me and my writing. Thank you for commenting. Thank you for joining my Yahoo group, following my blog, following me on Twitter, talking about my books on Goodreads, Facebook, Twitter, on your blogs, to your friends. Thank you for wanting more.

And more.

And more.

You all make me smile. You make me want to keep writing. You inspire me to get better each time I sit down to put words on the page.

More than the royalty checks, the business cards that identify me as a published author, the mention on the GRL website as a supporting author… more than the author page on Amazon and Goodreads– “Writer’s Paradise” to me is all of you and knowing that all of you are reading.

So, thank you, from the bottom of this Southern gentleman’s heart.

-Vicktor Alexander

No Confusion is a new WIP that was inspired just today by my younger adopted sister, Lucy. Enjoy!

From book one of the Wilgrin Chronicles (an unedited excerpt, mucho smexiness, so be ready)

From Mickey’s Duke (I’m attaching the cover also because it’s so fracking HOT) and it is very NSFW:

Though the question was obviously rhetorical, Mickey nodded his head enthusiastically. “Yes, that’s him.” Looking around the luxurious vehicle, Mickey ran the tips of his fingertips over the seat, his eyes taking in the opulence that surrounded him. “So what’s your name?” he asked shyly.

            “I wondered how long it would take you to ask me,” the older man chuckled. “My name is Evander Cavendish.”

            Mickey gasped. Everyone knew Evander Cavendish, the Duke of Worthington. The man practically owned Wilgrin. Mickey had heard stories about the duke’s kindness, but he’d never heard anyone say anything about how gorgeous the other man was. Allowing his eyes to drift over the features of the older man, Mickey allowed himself to appreciate the beauty he sat across from.

            There were a number of differences between Mickey and the older man. Evander’s hair was thick and brown, tapered to his neck, whereas Mickey’s hair was blond. While still cut short, the strands fell forward on his forehead. Evander’s eyes were a warm brown like polished copper whereas Mickey’s were blue. Then there was of course Evander’s huge, tanned, hulking frame as compared to Mickey’s thin, short, slender one. Evander’s legs stretched forward and almost touched the seat that Mickey sat on.

            “Fuck, you’re tall,” he breathed. He’d always had a thing for tall men, it made him feel protected and he’d spent enough of his life being threatened, beat up and bullied that finding someone who made him feel safe was a big deal.

            “And you’re gorgeous,” Evander’s voice was a low growl and Mickey whimpered.

            “Will you think me loose if I beg you to fuck me?” He asked the older man, hoping against hope that he wasn’t misreading the look in the duke’s eyes.

            “Not at all. Will you think I’m taking advantage of you if I demand that you come over to my side of the carriage so that I can fuck you?” Evander asked.

            Not giving himself any more time to think things through and ignoring the trembling in his belly that his doctor had warned him of, Mickey crossed over to Evander’s side of the carriage, his knees on either side of the man’s waist.

            “Hi,” he whispered, the feeling of the other man’s thick erection pressed against his ass yanking the power from his voice.

            “Hi back,” Evander whispered back before taking his hand and pressing it against the back of Mickey’s head, bringing the younger man’s lips closer to his own.

            At the first taste of the duke Mickey’s mind melted and he tried to press as close as he could to the bigger man. He heard the low groan rumbling up from Evander’s chest and he smiled in satisfaction even as his hands fumbled with the buttons on the older man’s shirt. He wanted to cry out in happiness and satisfaction the moment his hands pressed against the warm flesh of Evander’s chest. The muscles flexing and moving beneath his fingers made Mickey wish that they were in a bed somewhere rather than in a cramped carriage. He pressed closer as he allowed Evander to plunder the deepest recesses of his mouth, even as the older man’s hands fumbled with the button on the front of his breeches. The cool air seeping in through the windows of the carriage drifted over his exposed skin and Mickey shivered, the wind firing his desire hotter and brighter than ever before.

            “Damn. You taste delicious,” Evander stated huskily as his hands pushed down the back of Mickey’s pants, gripping the globes of the younger man’s ass. Mickey hissed in pleasure as Evander squeezed his cheeks. He groaned as Evander allowed the tips of his fingers to trace along the crease of the smaller man’s buttocks, one finger tracing the tightly puckered entrance of Mickey’s ass.

            The sharp sting of Evander’s teeth on the skin of his neck caused Mickey to whimper as his fingers squeezed on the hard pecs of the older man’s chest. Frantic with need, Mickey jerked off Evander’s shirt, taking the black suit jacket off as well. He wanted to shout with elation the minute he felt the large hands of the duke jerking down and off his pants and underwear. Mickey shimmied and stood in a hunched position as he attempted to help the other man get him undressed. Once he was fully unclothed, Mickey didn’t allow Evander to stop and admire him, instead taking the initiative to yank down the older man’s pants. Mickey’s eyes widened as he took in the impressive size of the older man’s genitalia. From Evander’s long, thick cock to his large, low hanging balls, the duke was a study of genital perfection. Add that to his broad, muscled torso, long, tightly muscled thighs and calves, all encased in gorgeous tan skin, and it took every ounce of Mickey’s self-restraint to not fall to his knees and worship at the older man’s feet.

            Although being on his knees might not be such a bad idea.

            Running with the desire slamming against his ribcage, Mickey knelt in between the knees of the bigger man and wrapped his hand tightly around Evander’s hard cock. The feeling of velvet wrapped around steel caused Mickey to join his moan with Evander’s as he gently squeezed the throbbing shaft in his hand. Leaning forward he swirled the tip of his tongue around the head of the older man’s leaking shaft.

            “Fuck Mickey,” Evander breathed and Mickey chuckled low in his throat before lifting his head.

“Promise?” he teased the other man with a wink before lowering his head back over Evander’s thick penis as sucked the translucent fluids that clung to its slit into his mouth. The salty, but surprisingly sweet flavour of the older man exploded over Mickey’s taste buds and he groaned low in his throat. Fuck, Evander tasted amazing and Mickey could feel himself getting addicted to the taste of the other man’s seed on his tongue. He could spend the rest of his life sucking the bigger man’s cock and never get bored.

Stormy Glenn, one of my all-time favorite m/m authors (like seriously, Stormy’s books are like crack to me and I don’t want to go to rehab) is featuring the Tate Pack over on her blog today.

WOOHOO!!!!

I am so honored and I admit a bit shocked (I may or may not have gone to look at it a couple of times just to make sure that it was actually there) to see my books over on her page. I was just talking to a couple of friends of mine about how far I’ve come in a year. I’m so excited to see where things will go from here.

But you should go here: Stormy Glenn’s Blog : and go check out how my boys are featured over there. Tommy is beyond himself, he’s been changing his clothes for the past two hours, fixing his hair, changing his make-up and he almost hit me with a shoe!

Ouch!

Okay, a heel. He almost hit me with a heel (that little drama queen).

So go over there and have a looksie.

My thoughts on Anderson Cooper’s email to Andrew Sullivan in which he “comes out” can be found here:

http://imstillvic.blogspot.com/2012/07/anderson-cooper-unapologetic.html?zx=16f22efee31975e0

And now, back to writing.