Hi! We’re Heidi Belleau and Amelia C. Gormley, and we’re here to let you know that our kinky series The Professor’s Rule is coming to an end. The last two novelettes–Every Inch of the Way and To the Very Last Inch–are out now from Riptide Publishing, and to celebrate, we’re touring the web with a contest and a free bonus short. You’ll have to follow the whole tour to read the short in its entirety, but since every comment you make along the tour gets you an entry in our contest, there’s plenty of reasons to tag along.
If you haven’t yet heard of The Professor’s Rule, here’s a quick crash course (see what we did there?)
School is back in session.
When undergrad student James Sheridan set out to seduce his way into a better grade, he had no idea what he was signing on for. Professor Evander Carson wasn’t about to trade a good grade for sexual favors, but he was definitely willing to tutor his wayward pupil in far more than history.
By the end of their tumultuous relationship, James not only excelled academically, his sexual horizons had expanded to include pleasures—and agonies—the likes of which he’d never dreamed. But enough was more than enough, and James fled from his Professor, unsure of where his limits lay or if he had the wherewithal to set boundaries.
Two years later, a chance misdial puts James back in contact with his former instructor and brings all his old cravings back in force, leaving him yearning to kneel once again at his Professor’s feet. But James has a new life now, with new sexual and romantic prospects—most notably the charming menswear salesman Satish Malhotra. Still, the pull to return to Professor Carson is a powerful thing. Can James give in to it without giving up his newfound confidence and budding romance?
Today on the tour: part six of our free dirty bonus short, Every Inch an Exhibitionist. For links to the other parts of the story, make sure to check Riptide’s tour page. And be sure to stick around after the story for contest info!
Every Inch an Exhibitionist – Part 6
Almost Five Years Earlier — James and Carson
The guy is grinding against James now, and they’re making out hot and heavy. The cock cage has become an even more irritating presence, because James really wants to get it up and get off.
“Christ, you’re so hard,” the guy mutters urgently, his lips damp with James’s saliva and puffy from kissing. Somewhere along the way, he lost his shirt, too, and they’re chest-to-chest, and he is straddling one of James’s thighs, humping against him.
The guy’s hand moves south before James has a chance to explain that the hardness he’s feeling is steel, not dick.
“Ah, I’m afraid I must stop you there.” Carson catches the guy’s wrist, only touching him long enough to pull his hand away from James. “I’ll keep that for myself, thank you. Besides, I believe the young lady you’re escorting is in rather desperate straits.”
Oh, fuck. James had all but forgotten her.
The guy turns, and James peers past his shoulder to see the girl with her hand beneath her short skirt, gnawing on her lip as she strokes herself. She’s looking at her boyfriend like she wants to devour him but isn’t sure she wants it enough to interrupt.
Thankfully, Carson has made that choice for them. The guy turns away from James and crawls on all fours the few feet to his girlfriend, grabbing her and kissing her urgently as his hand joins hers between her legs. James and Carson are clearly forgotten, and James has no problem with that. Now he has all Carson’s attention focused on him.
His little show of possessiveness is turning James on, as if the exhibitionist makeout and the denial were just an amuse-bouche before Carson’s full spread.
“I want to watch you.” Carson’s voice in his ear is a low, seductive growl. No one is talking loudly here in the orgy room. They keep the words to soft murmurs, because the real conversation going on is nonverbal. Carson reaches for James’s belt and fly and makes short work of them, then shoves James’s jeans and underwear down his hips. For a moment, James is bared to the entire room, the cock cage–which has been a tormenting little secret all night–exposed to anyone who happens to be looking.
James isn’t sure how he feels about that. He’s not ashamed of what they do, but this is the first time his submissive state has been demonstrated in public. He turns his head to peer back and up at Carson, seeking reassurance, and finds it in Carson’s smoldering eyes.
“Come here, my sweet, and let me free you. Then I want you to forget everything but me. Put on a show just for me.”
James shifts around clumsily on the beanbag to give Carson better access, and Carson works whatever magic he needs to in order to release the cage. It disappears, and as far as James can tell, no one was aware of its presence. He could be wrong. Now that he’s facing Carson, Carson is all he can see, all he wants to see. Half of Portland could be watching him at this point and James wouldn’t notice.
“Touch yourself, James. For me. Just for me. Let me see you,” Carson whispers, and the sound of it, the words, are all James needs. Now released from its confinement, his cock fills so fast it’s nearly excruciating, and more than anything James wants to come, needs to come, immediately. And he needs Carson to see him do it.
He sinks back down into the beanbag and begins stroking himself.
“No, James. Slowly. Take your time. Make it beautiful for me.”
James whimpers, and though he wants to protest, his hand slows as though obedience to Carson’s will has become so hardwired into him that his body bypasses his own brain to follow Carson’s commands. Groaning, he bites his lip and tries to focus on making it visually pleasing for his Professor.
His Professor likes a show, but James is no actor, at least not where this is concerned. The only way he knows how to do this is to throw himself into it and mean it. To concentrate on everything that feels good and experience each sensation fully. To linger in it, making love to himself instead of just trying to get off. Because he knows that’s what his Professor wants. He wants to see James’s pleasure.
So James gives it to him.
“Like this?” Satish asks breathlessly. They’re both panting now, quaking with the force of their pending orgasms. James’s narrative has faltered, coming in gasps and sighs. His eyes are closed, his face absolutely transcendent, though Satish isn’t sure if James is here with him, or in the past with Carson.
“Just like this,” James confirms, and begins to stroke faster.
“That’s it, my sweet. Beautiful. So beautiful. I love to watch you.” James startles a bit at the use of the L-word, which he isn’t sure they’ve brought up before, even in such an innocuous context. But he quickly forgets it, because if his cock were a volcano, the impending eruption would be the most devastating one since Krakatoa blew. He can feel the force of it building, the pressure winding up behind his balls, ready to launch him into orbit.
“P-Professor?” he gasps plaintively, because he knows better than to come without permission.
“Now, James.” Carson’s voice is rough, as if he’s fighting off his own orgasm just watching. “Right now.”
Satish hears himself yelling, but he can’t be bothered to hold back, even though he knows James’s roommate is home. His climax surges through him like a tidal wave, coming on the heels of James’s orgasm. Despite the torment and prolonged teasing, he’s held out for that, needing to see it before he lost himself to his own pleasure. James is still panting and twitching beside him when Satish begins to wind down, and both his fists are smeared with spunk.
“Thank you,” Satish gasps, moving in to curl around James. He takes one of James’s hands by the wrist and brings it to his mouth, licking it clean. James makes a grunt that Satish translates as, “If it weren’t physically impossible, I’d be getting hard again.”
Which is pretty much how he feels himself with James’s words at the front of his mind and the taste of James’s cum on the tip of his tongue. The rest of him just sort of wants to lie there and rhapsodize about how James constantly continues to blow his mind. But there are no words to encompass it. What is happening between them is new and complex and blindingly brilliant, and Satish can do nothing but let it sweep him up and carry him away.
He can’t find the words, and James seems to have run out of his supply as well. But that’s okay. He’s content to lie there with James and bask in the moment. What they’re doing, where they’re going, he has no idea, but he’s fully on board and along for the ride.
Even if that ride does take him on the twisty, dangerous path back to James and his Professor’s past. Not to mention their present.
The endorphins are kicking in now, and Satish is ready to sleep when James’s phone rings. He recognizes the ringtone and shares a smile with James, then closes his eyes and drifts on the sound of James’s satisfied voice as he answers.
“Hello, Professor . . .”
About Every Inch of the Way and To the Very Last Inch
In Every Inch of the Way, Satish Malhotra is in over his head. What appeared to be the hookup of his dreams turned out to be another man’s kinky sex game, and thus ended his relationship with sweet, submissive James Sheridan before it’d hardly begun.
Or so he thought. Being used in someone else’s domination/submission play should have been a deal breaker, yet James—bruises, boyfriend, and all—is too compelling to let walk away. But James has needs Satish isn’t sure he can fulfill, and it seems his mysterious Professor isn’t willing to share.
Can Satish keep James happy in bed and in life, or will James be forced to choose between his dominant and his burgeoning vanilla romance with Satish?
In To the Very Last Inch . . . Just days after their scorching reunion, Professor Evander Carson has kicked his one-time pupil James Sheridan to the curb—and tried to sabotage James’s new relationship with Satish Malhotra. Something isn’t right here, but James isn’t sure he should bother trying to figure out what. Carson isn’t good for him and will never change. He needs to accept that and move on.
Satish knows something is up, too, but he thinks the relationship between Carson and James is worth saving. To do the right thing, Satish will have to make James and Carson confront the secrets they’ve hidden for years and help them to overcome the pain and mistrust they’ve caused.
But if Satish succeeds, where will that leave him and his intensifying romance with James? Will the three of them be able to find the right balance, or will James be forced to choose between the pain and submission he craves with Carson, and the sweet, vanilla stability he’s found with Satish?
About the Authors
Amelia C. Gormley may seem like anyone else. But the truth is she sings in the shower, dances doing laundry, and writes blisteringly hot m/m erotic romance while her son is at school. When she’s not writing in her Pacific Northwest home, Amelia single-handedly juggles her husband, her son, their home, and the obstacles of life by turning into an everyday superhero. And that, she supposes, is just like anyone else.
Her self-published novel-in-three-parts, Impulse (Inertia, Book One; Acceleration, Book Two; and Velocity, Book Three) can be found at most major online book retailers, and be sure to check Riptide for her latest releases, including her Highland historical, The Laird’s Forbidden Lover, the The Professor’s Rule series of erotic novelettes (co-written with Heidi Belleau), the post-apocalyptic romance, Strain, and her upcoming, New Adult contemporary, Saugatuck Summer, available for pre-order now.
Heidi Belleau was born and raised in small town New Brunswick, Canada. She now lives in the rugged oil-patch frontier of Northern BC with her husband, an Irish ex-pat whose long work hours in the trades leave her plenty of quiet time to write. She has a degree in history from Simon Fraser University with a concentration in British and Irish studies; much of her work centered on popular culture, oral folklore, and sexuality, but she was known to perplex her professors with papers on the historical roots of modern romance novel tropes. (Ask her about Highlanders!) Her writing reflects everything she loves: diverse casts of characters, a sense of history and place, equal parts witty and filthy dialogue, the occasional mythological twist, and most of all, love—in all its weird and wonderful forms. She also writes queer-flavoured M/F as Heloise Belleau.
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