Just One Taste: Talbot’s Ploy

This one began as an entry for an anthology and ended up being too big of a story to contain in ten thousand words. It happens, sometimes, and I don’t really like to rush a story. Besides, Talbot craves attention. While this isn’t the one of chapter one, it is a lengthy and steamy excerpt.

Be warned: graphic m/m sex contained in this excerpt.

TP Cover ArtThe smell of burning sage permeated Talbot’s clothing. He staggered down the hall with a bottle of red wine in one hand and a scantily clad female on his arm. Her perk nipples peeked out of a lacey bodice. He stumbled, and she giggled as she reached for the wine.

Non.” Talbot put the bottle to his lips and finished it off. “Find another to buy you some Bordeaux.”

The hall of the maison, draped with sheer silks and embroidered fabric, curved and warbled in his drunken eyesight. The squeals of pleasure leaked out of the sliver at the bottom of each door. Talbot stumbled to the side as a naked harlot ran giggling past him with a lusty male hot on her trail. He snickered at the fool. A lover should fall graciously into a man’s arms and scream at every ramming thrust from his fleshy stick.

His escort stopped and ran her fingers up the doorjamb to a room. He molded his body to hers as a few other revelers in the brothel passed by. He licked his lips, his gaze wandering the many paths of her lace-covered skin.

She laughed and the door behind her swung wide. Her hand fisted in his shirt. His little minx whorled him around and gave him a playful shove. Talbot lost his balance and tripped, the bed catching his fall. He burst into a fit of laughter, too drunk to care.

She laid her body on top of his. Her lips sought his cheek and tasted before she slid off of him. “Ah, Talbot, someday I shall bed you, but for now your company awaits.” Her gossamer outfit swayed as she left the room. The door closed behind her and locked.

Paris had brought Talbot everything he desired, the most beneficial asset being the underground network for persons with unique tastes. Discreet and alluring, his deepest fantasies came alive within the walls of the brothel. His coin bought him almost anything.

“Where is my whore?” He chuckled.

“You promised you would be sober. And shaved.” Lean and fair skinned, a man draped in nothing but a sheer cloth around his waist walked out from behind one of the many curtains lining the room. He cocked a hip and twirled a finger in his long blond hair. Beneath the revealing fabric, his manhood twitched.

Talbot snorted, rubbing his beard. “I promise nothing, Tyeis, but the pleasure of my prick.” He crooked a finger as he unlaced his breeches.

Tyeis rolled his eyes and tossed the fabric covering his body on the floor. Talbot grinned before dragging Tyeis down on top of him. His kiss was eager, threatening to swallow his lithe consort whole. His lover smelt of rose petals and lavender, soaking oils from a long bath at his request. Talbot’s fingers laced in Tyeis’s long locks as he tugged on his lower lip. A high-pitched moan escaped the small man’s throat.

Talbot sighed, jerking Tyeis away by his hair. “If I wanted a woman to fuck, I would have one.”

His lover sat up, the threat of tears brimming in his eyes. “I am tired of meeting here. Why can we not spirit away somewhere more special?”

“Because men such as we would lose our heads by the blade. We are safe here to indulge.” He ran a finger up Tyeis’s arm and grasped his neck.” Do you not remember what happened when you tempted me at your father’s estate?”

Tyeis nodded. Talbot rubbed the back of his companion’s neck. Down he glided his lover’s mouth to his hardened cock. Talbot groaned as Tyeis rolled his tongue along the shaft.

“Take it all, Tyeis.” Talbot’s breath hitched as Tyeis obeyed, and he smacked the young man’s bare ass. His hands kneaded the fair skin of his companion of the evening. Heavy with need, he wet his fingers. Another muffled moan escaped Tyeis’s throat as Talbot rubbed his puckered opening.

“Tell me to fuck you.” Two digits probed the willing hole of Tyeis. His appetite could not wait. A safe place for him to meet his boyfriend unmolested came too far and few between.

His cock, slick and wet from saliva, broke free of Tyeis’s reddened lips. “Oui, Talbot. Fuck me, my love.”

Talbot swung his legs off the bed as Tyeis moved away, his cock firm in his hand.

“Turn around, Tyeis.”

His partner trembled and a smile of pure bliss spread across his face. A willing partner always, yet Tyeis was not Talbot’s preferred male consort. His cock yearned for another so far away from Paris but not every person he had in his life had the passion for the beauty of another man in bed. With Tyeis, he had a lover eager to please.

“Bend over.” Talbot smacked his palm against Tyeis’s backside. His fingers dug into the tender flesh as Tyeis flattened his palms to the floor. Another slap on the presented morsel and Talbot ran his tongue along the puckered hole. His companion squirmed to his tender caressing. Salvia ran along the crack and seeped in as Talbot shoved two fingers in. His tongue lapped the sensitive area, reveling in the stuttered sigh of Tyeis.

His want to bury himself deep inside the ass he teased and tormented overtook his senses. He positioned Tyeis’s delicate opening over his awaiting cock. Slowly he eased his smaller companion down.

“You are tight. So tight.” Talbot breathed. “Fuck my cock.” He slapped Tyeis’s ass again. His partner slammed down, taking his manhood to the hilt before rising up. He set into a rhythm, and Talbot matched each downward thrust. His nails raked down Tyeis’s back. The pressure built, and he gritted his teeth. A night to fornicate with his favored male did not happen often enough. He wanted it to last longer.

“Faster!” His palm smacked into the reddened cheek. “Oui, Tyeis.” He grasped his lover’s hips, grunting. He wanted his cock to fill his ass completely. Not satisfied, Talbot reared up and snatched Tyeis’s wrists. He increased the speed, gazing down to witness his manhood sliding in and out.

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Just One Taste: Talbot’s Seduction

One thing I found out after Talbot’s Ploy was on the market for a bit was Talbot wasn’t a very likeable character. Arrogrant and rude, he seemed to stop at nothing to get what he wanted. While I knew the back story of how he ended up like he was, I didn’t spend a great amount of time explaining it. I didn’t want to bog down the story. Still, it needed to be told. Again, I thought an anthology would do the trick. Talbot begged to differ. What an attention whore.

This is the first chapter of Talbot’s Seduction.

talbots-seduction MOCKTalbot laughed and clutched his side. Across from him, his good friends Landis and Delron shook their heads. Never one to be discouraged by admonishment in any form, Talbot dug his elbow into his best friend Maxime beside him. The ride back to the estate of Talbot’s parents had been a rousing experience in conversation. While Maxime and Talbot had no qualms about regaling in their sexual adventures, their other two friends were more reserved.

At least while in public.

In the comfort of their estates or a maison, Delron and Landis practiced their sexual prowess with gusto. Both had shared one woman, feverishly sating her while enjoying the pleasure equally. Had Talbot and Maxime not used a hidden passage to spy on their friends, they would not have believed a word of it.

Talbot and Maxime, on the other hand, were taken at their merit. Both men bore no shame for their carnal needs. The giggles of prim and proper ladies at any social gathering about the two rogues, and the wary glances of nervous fathers, could not be ignored. It took but one witnessing of Talbot’s father scolding the two for self-pleasure in a private part of the gardens on the estate for Delron and Landis to never question their friends again.

Talbot never mentioned that women only entered the fray of his lust after he had drunk himself into oblivion. The willing ladies cared not as they enjoyed him just as much half awake. Talbot relied on Maxime to tell him of his exploits. His friend would not boast unjustly, and his other two companions protested too much.

“We know, Delron, that your chivalrous tone is but an act. You stick wick into a wet woman at every turn. That we further the experience while with each other’s company is of no great concern,” Talbot scoffed.

“Unless your father does find us again.” Maxime chuckled.

“Better mine than yours.”


Maxime’s father gave new meaning to a master with a whip. Each word driven into his son was barbed and without compassion in a harsh tongue flaying. Talbot would miss his friend when he moved out of Paris next spring to Varanguebec. He would be the only one of their merry group to remain in the city. Landis and Delron merely visited while their fathers were on business.

“Remember your tryst with that little vixen from Italy?” Talbot nudged Maxime.

Oui. The face of a man, I swear, but the sweetest treat while my cock lay inside.” Maxime grinned. “You were half in your cups yet she serviced you quite well.”

“My father’s wine cellar will be the death of all my blissful memories yet.” The carriage shifted, and Talbot crashed into Maxime, only furthering the mirth. An angry shout from outside gave a small indication of why the carriage pitched.

“Talbot, Talbot. This is way I keep you from my sister. Such behavior would be unwelcome.” Delron waggled his finger.

Oui, oui. Because you have never self-pleasured. Women beg to suckle upon your cock.” Talbot ribbed Maxime. “We are but friends and no law states that I cannot put hand on my manhood.” Talbot cupped his groin. “Perhaps it is jealousy for my size.”

“You exaggerate.” Delron pursed his lips.

Maxime sniggered. “You forget I have bared witness to his family jewels. I dare say he will have no seed to spill within a woman if he does not keep hand from shaft.”

“Bah.” Talbot waved them off. “My father has arranged for me to marry Sabine in due time. After my proper education has completed.” He rolled his eyes. Though he had no desire for any other profession and loved wine more than any willing wench who happened to fall into his arms, the thought of boring days learning how grapes turned to wine brought a scowl to his lips.

“I am sure he will tame your cock by way of the maison before then.” Landis picked at his sleeves.

Talbot smoothed out his rumpled tunic. Landis, among them, worried about his appearance far too much. Society expected the young lords to not dress like the scoundrels they acted. The ruffled styled tunics never appealed to Talbot but his mother insisted on a collection of fine brocaded jackets and breeches to match. He kept most of them hidden away for special occasions. Going to the tavern with his friends was hardly worth the effort to dress his station. With Sabine as his chosen wife-to-be, Talbot didn’t see much prospect in wooing a woman for sport. The very idea bored him. Or, at least, he convinced himself his lack of effort was due to his impending marriage. His father would hardly be enthused should a lady of the lesser stock knock on their door full with Talbot’s child. Best he spilled his seed to the ground than fertilize the wrong fields. The ladies at the brothels, at least, took precautions if some young lord forgot to withdraw from his pleasure.

“Which tavern have you picked for us this day, Landis?” Talbot asked.

“Knowing your distain for proper attire, Talbot, I have picked a middle ground. High enough that our fathers will not turn our ears out but not low enough that we will not find willing company for our table.”

“Ah, should we have a bet as to whose rapier plucks a flower first then?” Talbot grinned.

“I say if we do not find sport, Talbot must pay for a trip to the maison.” Delron smirked.

Talbot skimmed his hand along the small purse tucked under his tunic. He’d spent most of his allowance this week on gambling and wine. A trip to the maison, with his sexually charged mates, would cost far more than he could muster.

“Agreed,” Maxime said.

“Spending my money again, Maxime?” Talbot arched an eyebrow at his friend.

“But mon ami, when has your quick tongue not sampled fruit as of late? Surely company for your friends would be an easy feat?”

Talbot smiled thinly. His reputation far exceeded the truth. If he’d slept with all the women his friends claimed, his cock would be begging for reprieve. His mouth curved into a wicked grin. “First to pump the wench into bellowing out his name wins and buys the next round of drinks on our next venture. Agreed?”

His friends nodded and each clasped his hand. Talbot never liked losing and he’d make sure he didn’t, even if it cost him his last écu.

One Hot Snippet: Talbot’s Ploy #SexySnippets

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Today I bring to you a seven sentence snippet of Talbot’s Ploy. Enjoy!

“You are drunk.”

“Madly so.” Talbot flashed a wicked smile before he dropped to his knees. Maxime snatched his friend’s hair, intent on jerking his head away from his erection but as lips met the shaft, his breath hitched. The beauty of Talbot’s darting tongue and hand working his phallus could not be denied. He gripped his deviant companion’s head and forced more of his cock into his mouth. Many women had tasted his girth but none made him shatter as Talbot did.

Published July 31, 2012 by Evernight Publishing. Available for purchase at Evernight Publishing Amazon All Romance eBooks Bookstrand.