Tour Stop, Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway: Edge Jump by Elizabeth Noble

Once they were inside Brett’s room and the door shut behind them, Rylan’s attitude underwent a drastic change. Brett pulled his coat off and barely had the chance to toss it to a chair when Rylan had stripped his clothes off and was on his knees in front of Brett, tugging on his belt.

“What are you—?” Brett’s words were cut off when his pants were unzipped and jerked down.

Rylan rubbed his cheek over Brett’s cock then used his teeth to pull his underwear down. “Please, sir. I’ve missed you and want to show you.”

Brett opened his mouth to answer but the only thing that came out was a garbled noise. He staggered back and braced himself against the dresser. Rylan licked and suckled at his cock,

tongue twirling around Brett’s crown before he sucked along Brett’s shaft. Rylan’s fingers massaged Brett’s balls, hitting and pressing against the sweet spot behind them.

“You do know I’m the Dom?” Brett managed to pant the question out a split second before Rylan’s teeth skimmed his cock from root to head. That did it, Brett was done for. His hips

stuttered forward and his body trembled as spasms started at his toes and coursed through him. “Oh, fuck!” He had to grip the edge of the desk hard to keep from sliding to the floor. Rylan kept working him until he was completely spent.

He leaned back gasping for breath when Rylan stood up and wiped his mouth off then said, “I’m gonna go brush my teeth. Then you need to take my belt off.”

Brett waved him to the bathroom. “Okay.” His voice came out thin and breathy. The quaking of his body began to subside and he scrubbed one hand over his face. When the water in the

bathroom turned off, Brett rolled his shoulders, stood straight, and pulled up his pants. His shirt, shoes, and socks were removed and set to the side.

He crossed the room to where his suitcases were still stacked and opened one of the smaller ones, pulling out a small, narrow paddle. Smacking the paddle against his palm, enjoying the solid sting it provided.

Rylan stood a few feet from him, waiting quietly. His gaze tracked Brett’s movements, but otherwise he didn’t move.

“You seemed to have forgotten what you need permission to do,” Brett said. Rylan shrugged and pulled a face. Sighing, Brett added, “I suppose you think I’ll take that dance belt off and let you get some relief?”

“I did just give you an awesome—and unexpected—blow job,” Rylan pointed out.

Brett slapped the paddle against his hand again and Rylan bit his lip, the corners of his mouth twitching up. Stepping closer to one of the armless chairs set around a table, Brett pulled it to the center of the room and sat down. Crooking one finger at Rylan, Brett commanded, “Come here.”

As soon as Rylan was in front of him Brett reached up and slipped his hand around Rylan’s neck then hauled Rylan down and over his legs. He didn’t give Rylan so much as a second

before he brought the paddle down, over and over, against Rylan’s ass. It didn’t take long before there were satisfying grunts and groans bursting out of Rylan. His body jerked with each hit and he squirmed against Brett, grinding his cock over Brett’s knees. Brett kept up his pace until Rylan’s breaths were short, shallow pants and his ass was red.