Jazz Book 2 in the Daybreak 2525 Series
Publisher: Total E-Bound
Genre: Futuristic - post apocalypse/ Sci-Fi/MM/MMM
A city of death where Jazz must find Doc’s sister, or die trying.
City peeps who barely survive and a Warlord gone berserk are just the beginning. Can Jazz find Robin? Will the two men survive themselves? And what of Zoe, the lady love they left behind?
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But, I want to go with you two,” Zoe whispered into Jazz’s ear.
Jazz rolled over, taking the sexy, dark-haired woman into his arms. Doc’s warm butt pressed against his and he shuddered. Having two lovers, one male and the other a lovely femme, was about all the excitement one man could ask for—or take. He ran his nose along the soft curve of Zoe’s neck and whispered, “I know you want to come with us. But we all know the people in the village still need guidance. Doc trusts you to be able to handle them all. And he—”
“Yes, yes, I know. He needs you because you’ve been to the city before. You lived there. You know where to go, who to ask and all the rest of it.” A breath of frustration followed her small rant.
“You got it.” Jazz ran his hand down her back and kissed her upper chest. He continued to slip lower, taking a nipple between his lips and flicking his tongue across the puckered nubbin. Covering his teeth with his lips, he tugged at the turgid bit of flesh until she shuddered. He cupped her arse cheeks and pulled her closer, the slick wetness of her pussy anointing his newly roused erection with her juices as it slid between her thighs.
“It’s not fair,” she murmured, then kissed the top of his head.
He nodded but didn’t speak, too busy kissing his way across her chest to the other nipple. He tugged at it, knowing from their times together how much she loved nipple play. Only too willing to give her that pleasure, he’d added it to his repertoire and began many of their sessions toying with those taut morsels.
“I could help.” Her hips jerked against him, as if a shock had gone through her.
Behind Jazz, Doc shifted. A moment later, a warm gust of air wafted across Jazz’s arse. Hands—his lover’s—pried Jazz’s cheeks apart. A warm wet tongue slithered down the crack of his buttocks, zeroing in on his hole in record time. The soft tip flicked across the crinkled opening, quickly easing its way inside.
While his lover’s tongue drove him crazy with desire, Jazz increased his onslaught of nibbling and tugging on Zoe’s nipples. His cock pulsed and he pushed a little harder, seeking a refuge deeper between her thighs.