Sexy Saturday 08/08/2020

Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! I’m so excited for August! So many fun things happening this month! My new release, Acsquidentally In Love, comes out on the 25th! Woo woo tentacles and mystery shenanigans! And starting on the 21st, we’re going to celebrate something very special all weekend long – my one year publiversary! Yup, that’s right! Cold Hard Cash turns one this year!

I can hardly believe it’s been a year already. It’s amazing. There’s going to be fun trivia, exclusive contests, and a bunch of amazing authors are all coming by on the 22nd to party with us! Also, no spoilers… but maybe brush up on your Beauty and the Beast knowledge if you wanna score some of those awesome Cold Hard Balls. <333

Now – for today’s treat, we’re checking in with Tom and Cypress again. Tom has come to visit Cypress at the flower shop, and things are taking a very sexy turn! Happy reading, my darlings!

Warnings: NSFW/spankings/handjobs/blowjobs/semi-public sex? XD


“Have you ever been spanked, Tom?”

“What?” Tom squirmed at the question, and he could feel heat stirring between his legs. “I mean, sure, I guess? Yeah. Can we focus?”

“That sounds like a ‘no’.”

“But I just said yes.”

“I’m not talking about someone giving you a little love tap while you’re doing it doggy,” Cypress said, flashing a big grin. “I’m talking about you getting bent over someone’s knee and fuckin’ spanked.”

Tom could feel his face prickling with a vivid blush, finding it all too easy to imagine Cypress doing exactly what he’d just described. “Then no… I… I haven’t.”

“Would you like to?”

Tom’s guts lurched like he’d just taken a big dip on a roller coaster, and he tried to think clearly. He was supposed to be getting the money and going right back to the funeral home, maybe getting Cypress’ phone number.

The only thing consuming his thoughts now was Cypress getting his hands on him, and he could not explain why that was so exciting. He should say no. This was too fast, too crazy, and yet…

“I don’t know,” he whispered.

It wasn’t a refusal or acceptance, but at least it was honest. His traitorous cock was getting hard and had absolutely nowhere to hide in his thin scrubs, and Tom groaned when Cypress grinded their hips together.

“All you have to do is tell me to stop,” Cypress said, his voice a rolling purr. “If you don’t like it or if it hurts-“

“Wait, you’re going to… right here?” Tom gasped.

“That’s the plan.”

This was almost as bad as screwing around in the hallway. The risk of someone walking in on them was somewhat minimized with the closed sign up, and Tom couldn’t fathom why that seemed disappointing.

“What about the money?” Tom demanded, trying to keep himself from sinking down too quickly.

“Let’s see how you take your punishment first,” Cypress said. “Then we’ll talk about the money.” He tilted his head, kissing down Tom’s cheek to his neck. “You’ve been a very bad boy, Tom…”

“Yes,” Tom hissed, the sensation of Cypress’ hot breath making him shiver and his hips buck. “I know… I know I am.”

“You wanna stop, don’t you? You wanna be a good boy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Tom replied urgently.

“Whatever you’ve gotten yourself into, it’s not worth ruining the rest of your life over.” Cypress began to slide a hand down the front of Tom’s stomach, the tips of his fingers teasing along the stiff shaft of his cock.

“I know. I know,” Tom pleaded. “I wanna stop. I don’t… I don’t wanna do it anymore.”

“Then stop,” Cypress said, boldly squeezing Tom’s cock. “Be a good boy for me and make today the very last time.”

“Yes…” Tom moaned quietly, rocking up into Cypress’ hand. Yes, a good boy. That’s all he wanted. He didn’t want to lie or steal anymore, he just wanted to be good.

“Yes, what?” Cypress prompted.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good boy,” Cypress said, pressing a light kiss to Tom’s lips. “Now, turn around and drop your pants. Let me see that cute little ass.”

Tom’s hands were weirdly numb as he reached down to untie the drawstring of his scrubs. He waited until he’d turned around to drop them, the light fabric pooling down around his ankles. He started to pull his underwear down, but Cypress gently nudged his hand.

“Not yet,” Cypress said, palming Tom’s round ass through his boxers. “We’re gonna start nice and slow with these still on. Okay?”

“Okay…” Tom braced himself against the counter, hands clamped down, and every muscle was wound up tight enough to snap.

“Mmm, relax.” Cypress draped himself over Tom’s back, his beard tickling Tom’s neck as he whispered in his ear, “Come on. Take a deep breath for me. If you’re tense, it’ll hurt.”

“Isn’t it supposed to?” Tom asked, inhaling shakily.

“Not like that. Not yet.”

Tom took a deep breath, his skin buzzing faintly. He took another as he tried to will the tension in his body to ease. He focused on Cypress’ hand on his ass, warm and firm, rubbing in lazy circles.

There, one more breath, and he was starting to finally-

Cypress’ hand jerked back and slapped Tom’s ass.

The force was enough to make Tom jump in surprise, and the quick tingle of pain tore a gasp from his lips. Cypress’ hand quickly returned to start rubbing where it had just struck, and Tom melted into his soothing touch.

The exchange of pain and pleasure happened so quickly that it made Tom’s head spin. His cock was painfully hard and the lick of shame crawling up his back wasn’t enough to dissuade it. This was okay, he could enjoy it, it was gonna help him be good.

“Good?” Cypress asked quietly.

“Yes, sir… I want… please do it again.”

Cypress’ hand came down with more force, and God, Tom *moaned*. This one was hard enough to leave his skin stinging even as Cypress tried to rub it away, and he was overcome with a sweet rush of endorphins.

Again, Cypress spanked him.

Tom let out another loud moan, his hips unconsciously grinding into the counter to work off some of the building tension. “Oh, my God… fuck… Cypress.”

Cypress slid his hand inside Tom’s underwear, squeezing his bare cheek. “You’re doing so well, Tom. Such a very good boy. I think you’re ready for some more, hmm?”

“Yes, sir,” Tom replied eagerly, smiling as Cypress pulled his boxers down. He’d always been shy about his body, secretly wishing he could lose the youthful pudge from around his hips and his stomach.

He didn’t even like undressing with the lights on at home, and here he was, ass right out in the middle of Cypress’ flower shop. Maybe it was the way Cypress was groping him so greedily or the hungry gaze that was currently fixed on Tom’s backside, but Tom actually felt sexy.

He had never experienced a rush like this, an intense cloud of euphoria that was better than any lay he’d ever had. It was like coming except he hadn’t popped off yet, and what he could feel building had the potential to be mind shattering.

Cypress grabbed Tom’s hip and swung back, his hand snapping across his ass with a loud and satisfying smack.

Just the sound of bare skin colliding was fantastic, and the first sharp lick of pain made Tom’s knees buckle. He bowed his head down on the counter, breathing through the following throb. He could feel his pulse thudding away in his sore cheek and his dick, begging, “Yes, that, please, spank me again!”

Cypress growled, digging his fingers into Tom’s cheek before slapping his ass again. “There you go. Just like that. Good boy, such a very good boy.”

Tom’s hips hit the edge of the counter, his hands scrambling over the smooth surface for something to hold onto. He managed to grab the far edge, arching himself up. “I’m good,” he whispered, chanting it over and over again. “I’m good, I’m so good.”

Alternating between brutal spankings and gentle rubs, Cypress’ hands never quit moving for more than a few seconds. Just when Tom didn’t think he could handle another spanking, Cypress switched cheeks and began anew.

“You take it so well, Tom,” Cypress praised after a particularly hard smack made Tom cry out. “I bet you’d like it if I spanked your cock, too.”

“Mmmphhh.” Tom couldn’t exactly identify the sound he’d just made, but thinking about this delicious burning pain right there on his dick was ridiculously stimulating. “Yes, that, please. I wanna do that.”

“Easy,” Cypress cautioned, positioning himself behind Tom and reaching around to touch his dripping cock. “Gonna learn to walk before you can run.”

As Cypress’ fingers curled around the base of his dick, Tom moaned excitedly. He couldn’t believe how wet he was, and Cypress’ strong grip felt amazing. His orgasm was dangerously close, his balls tight and begging for release.

His cheeks felt raw rubbing against Cypress’ crotch, and the new level of sensitivity he was experiencing was addicting. He was there, right about to come. He could taste it, waiting for the rush to overtake him, and he hissed as Cypress suddenly stopped.

“Now,” Cypress whispered, his lips brushing over Tom’s ear, “you wanna be a good boy, don’t you?”

“I wanna come!” Tom begged, slapping his hand down on the counter. “Fuck! Please!”

“Only good boys get to come,” Cypress warned. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson? Hmm?”

“I… what…?” All Tom could think about coming, and he had no idea what Cypress wanted him to say.

“From now on, I expect you to let me know when you’re stopping by.” Cypress squeezed Tom’s balls, giving them a sharp tug. “Do you understand?”

“Yes! Yes, sir!”

“And I expect you to keep standing up for yourself,” Cypress went on, his fingers curling back around Tom’s cock and stroking him again. “You need to stop selling that formaldehyde shit, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Tom groaned, his breath coming in and out in short gasps as he felt his orgasm starting to build again.

“I don’t know how you got yourself into that shit, but it ends now,” Cypress ordered, jerking Tom off faster and faster. “I don’t date criminals, okay?”

Date – wait, Cypress wanted to date him?

That thought came and went as Tom got lost in his sudden climax, crying out as he came. His hips rocked erratically, his cheeks still burning, and the flood of pleasure made his vision blur.

“Good boy,” Cypress growled, withdrawing his hand and licking away Tom’s come. “Mmm…”

Tom nearly broke his neck trying to turn around to watch, captivated by every luxurious swipe of Cypress’ tongue. “Holy shit.”

“Good?” Cypress asked, dragging Tom up into a warm hug and kissing him deeply.

“So good!” Tom gushed, hugging Cypress’ neck. He went back in for another juicy kiss. “Definitely got me all come-stupid again.”

“It’s a good look for you.”

“Yeah?” Tom couldn’t stop smiling.

“Mmhm.” Cypress rubbed Tom’s back, his hands sliding down to gingerly palm his ass. “Feel okay? Wasn’t too much?”

“No.” Tom huffed out a short laugh. “It was… it was great. I’ve never…” He couldn’t quite bring himself to say it. “You know, this. I’ve never done any of this, before.”

“I know,” Cypress soothed. “You’ll learn.”

“Don’t you wanna…?” Tom’s eyes flicked down to the obvious bulge hiding beneath Cypress’ apron.

“Is that you offering?” Cypress reached to palm himself. “Because I’m definitely not gonna turn down another taste of that hot little mouth of yours.”

“Fuck. Yes.” Tom dropped down so quickly that he thought his knees were going to pop out of place. He pushed Cypress’ apron out his way, watching him unbutton his jeans to free his thick cock.

As soon as Cypress presented it to him, Tom swallowed every inch right down without hesitation. Cypress tasted just as good as before, and Tom loved how he ran his fingers through his hair as he sucked him hard.

“Good boy, go on,” Cypress urged. “There you go… suck that cock.

Tom got his lips good and wet to ease each thrust into his mouth, moaning when Cypress pulled his hair a little tighter. The pace was picking up fast, faster than before, and Tom closed his eyes as the head of Cypress’ cock began to slam into the back of his throat.

“Uh-uh,” Cypress grunted. “Look at me.”

Instinctively, Tom squeezed his eyes even tighter. He could feel that he was flushed, drooling, and tears were about to fall at any second from getting face fucked so hard. He probably looked ridiculous, and a coil of shame twisted up in his belly.

“Look at me,” Cypress repeated, thrusting harder and giving Tom’s hair an impatient tug. “I wanna see those pretty eyes when you make me come. Come on… be a good boy.”

Good boy, yes. Tom wanted to be so good. He finally opened his eyes, blinking through the years to look up at Cypress and was immediately glad that he did.

Cypress’ brow was wrinkled ever so slightly in concentration, his lips parted and baring his teeth as he panted, and his eyes – God, those gorgeous eyes – were staring down at Tom with such affection and desire that he almost choked.

So distracted by the intense gaze, Tom did end up gagging a little when Cypress came. He swallowed quickly, greedily bobbing his head as he took it all while listening to a sweet litany of praise.

“Such a good boy, such a very good boy. You suck cock so fuckin’ good, fuck, I can’t believe you made me come so fuckin’ fast.” Cypress pulled out slowly, grabbing his dick and rubbing it over Tom’s lower lip.

Tom let his mouth hang open as he caught his breath, shuddering as Cypress’ cock played over the little cut Mrs. Keenan had given him. The pain was so far away, and he smiled from ear to ear. “Mmm… was I really good, sir?”

“You were amazing,” Cypress said, petting Tom’s hair and getting all zipped up again. He offered his hand to help Tom up, soothing the sting with a soft kiss. “Mmm, absolutely amazing.”


Sexy Saturday 08/01/2020

Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! Still trying to sort out a new name for the group (Mindless Shelf Indulgence is making me crack up so hard – though it might only be because it’s a play on Mindless Self Indulgence, one of my favorite bands!). If you have any suggestions, feel free to drop them in the comments! I’m hoping to pick a new name by August 19th!

Now, I’m currently on chapter 5 and 16k into Last One To Let You Down (Undertaker/Florist), and I’ve finally gotten to the first round of good stuff… the smut! Enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW/oral sex/DS themesss


“Good boy,” Cypress said as he pulled Tom back in for another kiss. He let go of his hair, reaching for his hand and guiding it over his crotch.

Tom could feel how hard Cypress was through his jeans, and he squeezed. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on him, and his own excitement was building. He hadn’t been out on a date in months, and he barely had enough time to rub one out in the shower without it feeling like a chore.

His own rising arousal was intoxicating, and he couldn’t get enough of Cypress’ hot mouth. He moaned against Cypress’ lips as they traded tongue and quick nips, positively breathless as he asked, “Now?”

Cypress grunted, his big hands grabbing Tom’s hips to hold him in place. “Wait.”


“You sure you want to do this?”

“What? Blow you?” Tom was startled, and he suddenly felt insecurity prickling up his spine. “Look, if you don’t want me to or whatever, I get it. I’m not your type, fine, but you can’t call the cops-“

“Oh, no,” Cypress assured him. “I definitely want you. Though I can’t say I have a type per se, I’m absolutely down to have you right here, right now… but there need to be rules.”

“Rules?” Tom didn’t understand. “I suck your dick, you keep your mouth shut.”

“If at any time I get too rough or start to hurt you, tap my leg twice to stop me.” Cypress kissed him. “Do you understand me?”

“Why, why would I want you to stop?”

“You’ve never had anyone do this, have you?” Cypress asked bluntly. “You’ve never given yourself to someone before, hmm?”

“I mean, I’ve had… I’ve had sex before!” Tom hated how he started to blush. “I know what I’m doing!”

“Tell me then. What will you do if I get too rough?”

“Tap your leg.”

“How many times?”

“Twice!” Tom was getting frustrated, and he had the oddest feeling he was getting himself into something he wasn’t ready for. He didn’t care. He wanted Cypress.

He needed some kind of outlet for all of the frustrations, anger and resentment that had been building up inside of him al day. He was helpless to stop Junior from tormenting him, he couldn’t stop Mrs. Keenan from hitting him, and he couldn’t stop thinking about whether or not that dead kid had ever lived long enough to have his heart broken.

Cypress was studying Tom’s face and after a moment, he loosened his grip. “Go on then. Show me how much you want to be a good boy for me, Tom.”

Dropping to his knees, Tom’s hands pulled at Cypress’ jeans. It was like a switch had been flipped, and all of the brewing worries he’d had were being consumed by a passionate cloud. He didn’t have to think about anything else except getting Cypress’ cock in his mouth and showing him that he knew exactly what he was doing.

There was a part of him within the lusty fog currently invading his brain that couldn’t quite believe he was actually doing this, but there was no turning back now. He’d fantasized about having Cypress for weeks, and there was something so deliciously naughty about what they were about to do.

They were at his work. Anyone could walk in on them. They might get caught.

The forbidden element made it even hotter, and Tom groaned quietly in appreciation when he discovered that Cypress wasn’t wearing any underwear. A quick tug of his jeans and his cock was out, thick, uncut, the glossy head already damp with a dribble of precome.

He seized the base of it with one hand and immediately began to feed it into his mouth. He didn’t stop until it hit the back of his throat, pulling off to dive back in again with a loud slurp.

“Mmm, look at you,” Cypress murmured, dropping a hand down into Tom’s hair. His length flexed against Tom’s tongue, and he groaned loudly. “Who knew the shy little undertaker loved sucking cock so much, hmm?”

Cheeks burning from the accusation, Tom kept going. He kept up a heavy suction, bobbing his head and swirling his tongue up and down the shaft of Cypress’ fat cock. He did love this, and he couldn’t deny it. The heat, the girth, the easy way it slid in and out of his mouth, slick from so much spit.

Cypress’ fingers had tightened in his hair, but he wasn’t pulling or tugging. He seemed to be watching, waiting, gauging what Tom could do.

If this was his only chance to have Cypress Holmes, Tom was going to give it everything he had. He opened his jaw as wide as he could, keeping his lips tight as he started sucking faster, harder. The sharp gasp he heard in reply made him shiver, and it spurred him on.

Tom was hard, his own cock tenting the front of his pants. There was a flood of adrenaline making him feel tingly and hypersensitive, his pulse pounding relentlessly in his ears. He had to reach down and palm himself, grinding into his hand to get some relief.

“Pull it out,” Cypress commanded suddenly. “Let me see you.”

Tom couldn’t explain why that seemed so dirty, especially when he already had Cypress balls deep in his mouth. He whined, hesitating.

“Pull it out,” Cypress said again, his grip in Tom’s hair now teetering on painful, “or no deal.”

“Mmm…” Tom whimpered.

“You want to be a good boy, don’t you, Tom?” Cypress taunted. “Come on. Show me. Show me much your like this.”

Whimpering again, Tom obediently unbuttoned his pants and exposing his hard cock.

“Good boy,” Cypress praised. “See, wasn’t that easy? That’s all you have to do be good. You just have to listen to me.”

It was so simple, so easy, and the immense rush of satisfaction Tom felt coming over him rivaled the thrill of a family saying they wanted to keep the casket open after he’d worked his magic.

“Go on and touch yourself, hmm?” Cypress urged. “Jerk yourself off while you suck me.”

Tom’s hand slowly began to work over his dick, short pulls to make it last, grunting as Cypress began to boldly thrust into his mouth. He let himself be used, closing his eyes as he took it all.

This must have been what Cypress was worried about; hurting him, choking him up with his big dick.

The wet sounds of Cypress’ cock fucking his face were so loud, and the only other thing Tom could hear was the thumping of his own pulse inside his head. He liked this. He couldn’t get enough. He wanted Cypress to take what he wanted, and he found himself desperate to taste his load.

He could feel himself drooling now, spit running his chin, savoring the smooth texture of Cypress’ cock gliding so effortlessly over his tongue. He began to stroke himself faster, alarmed at how wet he was. Pumping into his hand created yet another filthy moist sound, and he was getting so close.

“You’re gonna come from sucking my cock,” Cypress growled, digging his fingers into Tom’s hair and pulling him down on his dick. “You’re gonna come like a pretty little slut, letting me fuck your tight little throat.”

“Mmm!” Tom moaned, lost to every nasty word – why did being called a slut make him so hot. Why did he like that kick of humiliation so much?

“Here it comes,” Cypress warned, bucking forward and holding himself as deeply as he could. “Ah, ah, coming, I’m fucking coming.”

Tom held on, tensing as the back of his mouth was flooded with a hot wave of come. He could feel it going down his throat, swallowing greedily, and he moaned as Cypress pulled out just enough to direct the next splash over his tongue.

Lazily fucking his mouth, Cypress continued to speak, his voice a breathless little whisper, “Such a good boy. Such a very good boy… swallow it all down, every drop… come on, make yourself come now. I wanna watch you bust all over yourself.”

The pressure inside of Tom’s body twisted up until it hurt, his hand a blur on his dick as he stuttered and twitched. There, he was coming, coming hard, splashing all over his fingers and his shirt, pulling off Cypress’ dick to gasp for breath.

He felt drunk, heavy, staring up at Cypress as if seeing him now for the first time.

Cypress looked so calm, so very handsome, and as the last echoes of pleasure left Tom’s body, they were both smiling from ear to ear.

Damn, that was good.

Tom couldn’t remember when he’d ever made himself come like that, and he was definitely adding this tryst to very top of his spank bank vault. His lip was positively throbbing, but to see that satisfied glow on Cypress’ face and know he was the cause of it?

Worth it.

“Come here,” Cypress commanded, reaching for Tom’s hands and helping him back up. He kissed him, gently, letting it linger.

Tom stroked Cypress’ chest and melted as his thick arms wrapped around him. It felt so good to be held, and he sighed contentedly. He was safe here, happy, and he didn’t want this to end.

Maybe Cypress would magically forget what he’d seen since Tom had given him such amazing head. Maybe they could just pretend that never happened, and he could just go on sucking his dick for the rest of his life.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on now?” Cypress prompted suddenly.


So much for that idea.