I'm so happy to introduce my newest release and my first M/M story, Don't Ask, Don't Tell.
Sergeant Jason Holt and his boyfriend Sergeant
Patrick Wentworth have been in a secret relationship for almost ten years. When
the daily paper brings news of the repeal of the military’s ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t
Tell’ policy, they think their prayers have finally been answered. Yet things
aren’t always as easy as they seem, with not everybody at work supportive of
their lifestyle and even their parents skeptical. Will they finally be able to
be out and proud?
Buy Link:
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/dont-ask-dont-tell-by-melissa-kendall/
Excerpt (adult):
My mind filled with
images of when Patrick came into my life.
We met our first day at
the United States Military Academy in West Point, New York. I was a Texan boy
following in the footsteps of a long line of military men, Patrick a local New
Yorker escaping a troubled life. Drawn to each other right away, it didn’t take
long for us to become the best of friends. Only after we graduated from West
Point did we both recognize our feelings were more than platonic.
Together, we shipped
out to the 504th BFSB at Fort Hood. We bunked together for the first
year, and everything was great, until one night about three months after we
arrived, things changed.
I jumped in the shower
while Patrick went to get takeout for dinner. When I finished getting clean, I
headed out of the bathroom to get dressed. Not expecting anybody to be about
but me, I didn’t bother wrapping a towel around my waist. A gasp and the thud
of paper bags meeting the floor made me realize my roommate had returned.
I looked up, not
expecting to see the expression of pure lust on Patrick’s face. I went from
flaccid to erect in all of a second, my body’s reaction unmistakable. In two
large strides, Patrick closed the gap between us, his lips colliding with mine
in a passion-filled kiss. When my brain caught up with my body, I threw my arms
around him, pulling him against me in a tight embrace, all the while our lips
and tongues danced.
Years of pent up sexual
tension seemed to explode from both of us. Our hands caressed everywhere,
unable to get enough.
Feeling fabric under my
fingertips instead of skin I pulled away from the kiss and set about trying to
get him naked as fast as possible. I unbuckled his belt, and then unbuttoned
his fly. As I pulled his jeans open, my heart skipped a beat as his dick sprang
out at me. I cocked my eyebrow at him, questioning his choice of commando. He
just shrugged. Since he’d given me such easy access, I wasted no time taking
full advantage. I pulled his pants down until they were around his ankles,
placing my mouth around the head of his cock before he even got a chance to
step out of them.
“Holy fuck!”
Patrick moaned. “Jesus, Jason ... so ... fucking ... good.” He placed his hand
on the back of my head, guiding my movements.
I’d been on the
receiving end of having my dick sucked many a time, but never given it. On my
knees in front of him, I appreciated the comforting weight of his guidance. Unable
to fit more than half his length in my mouth, I wrapped my hand around the base
and moved it up and down in time with my mouth. The cacophony of grunts and
groans coming from Patrick made my dick ache. I wrapped my spare hand around my
own cock and moved it in time with my ministrations on his erection.
I glanced up and
noticed him staring at me, lust written all over his face, and I almost came on
the spot. I’d always hoped someone would look at me in such a lascivious
manner, and for at least a year, I’d been hoping it would be Patrick. However,
to see the expression on his face directed at me made my heart beat a million
miles an hour. I moaned around his cock, knowing it always got me close to
coming. All of a sudden, his cum shot down the back of my throat as he let out
a feral sounding growl. The combination of hearing him come and knowing I
brought him that pleasure sent me over the edge, my release spilling all over
my hand and the floor.
Collapsing in a spent
heap on the floor, we remained there for quite a while, the reality of what
we’d done sinking in.
The military did not
accept gays. I’d known when I enrolled at West Point, the “don’t ask, don’t
tell” policy meant I’d have to hide a side of myself. Raised in an army family,
I understood I could never fully be myself by joining. I’d thought I could do
it, no problem. Meeting Patrick, I realized hiding my sexual orientation wasn’t
going to be as easy as I’d thought.
Once we both got our
breath back, we crawled into Patrick’s bed and curled up together, dinner lying
forgotten on the floor. We had many firsts that night. For the most part,
however, we talked about what happened and what we wanted to happen.
It shocked both of us
to find out we’d been harboring feelings for one another for at least a year.
We’d also each chosen careers in the military even though we were both well
aware we were gay.
Patrick’s hand waving
in front of my face brought me out of my memories.
“Where did you go,
babe?”
“Sorry, darlin’, I was
just remembering the first time I gave you a blow job.”
A smile reappeared on
his face. “Mmmm, I remember that well.”
“Me too. How about a
do-over?” I asked with a cheeky grin.
“Sounds like a plan.”
Congrats on your new release!!!
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