Kinky Quickies: The Complete Collection

By Kim Dare

Kinky Quickies – The Complete Collection

Sometimes a quickie is all you have time for, and sometimes a quickie is all you need.

This volume contains all three stories from the Kinky Quickies Collection: Better than Sex, Different, and Making It Count, plus a bonus story His Very Last Chance.

Better than Sex

Wallace is all the things Brody isn’t—confident, stunning, sex on legs, oh, and straight. Brody is resigned to considering working alongside Wallace to be the highlight of his week, and fantasising about Wallace to be the full extent of his sex life, but apparently, Wallace has other ideas.

The moment he started working with Brody, Wallace knew he was going to have trouble keeping his hands off the guy. In an effort to stay professional at work, he’s kept his sexuality to himself, but that’s about to change.

When Wallace hears Brody say that seeing their latest project leave the premises is better than sex, Wallace knows he has to take action. It’s time someone taught Brody how good sex can be—especially when it’s served up with a generous helping of leather.

Different

Matthew and Stuart have been dating for more than five months, and Stuart genuinely believes that things are going well—right up until the moment Matthew suggests they try something different, the kind of different that involves bondage, spanking and leather.

Matthew’s been building up to making this suggestion for weeks, dropping subtle hints and hoping Stuart won’t completely freak out at the mention of kink. Now, with Matthew’s desires out in the open, all he can do is hope that introducing something different will make their relationship perfect rather than destroy it completely...

Making It Count

Duncan’s wanted to do a scene with Toby ever since he met him in their first study group of the year, but when Toby failed to flirt back or pick up on a single kinky hint, Duncan knew he had no choice but to back off. He always thought that Toby would be interesting if he ever came out of the kinky closet—but it never even occurred to Duncan that he’d suddenly find the boy standing on the doorstep of the club he runs.

Toby’s been fascinated and intimidated by Duncan in equal measure for months. When his flatmate bails out on a kinky play-date with Duncan at the last moment, Toby’s need to grab the opportunity finally overtakes his nervousness. Before he has time to think twice, he’s there, offering himself up as a replacement sub for the night.

This might be the only chance Toby has to fulfil all his fantasies surrounding Duncan—and he’s determined to make it count.

His Very Last Chance

Drew screwed up; he knows that. So, when his master, Kingsley, summons him on New Year’s Eve, Drew knows he deserves whatever punishment Kingsley has in store for him.

Everything changed for Kingsley when he overheard Drew running his mouth to his friends on Boxing Day. Now, there’s only one way they can possibly ring in the New Year: by starting over fresh, either with a complete ending or a new beginning.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kim Dare
• Release date: Nov 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005557508

Kim Dare

Kim is a bisexual submissive from Wales (UK). First published in 2008, she has since released over 100 BDSM erotic romance titles ranging from short stories to full length novels. Having worked with a host of fantastic e-publishers, she moved into self publishing in 2013. While she occasionally enjoys writing other pairings, most of Kim's stories focus on Male/Male relationships. But, no matter what the pairing, from paranormal to contemporary, and from the sweet to the intense, everything she writes will always feature three things - Kink, Love and a Happy Ending.

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Better than Sex

Different

Making it Count

His Very Last Chance

Also by the same Author

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Better than Sex

Wallace is all the things Brody isn’t—confident, stunning, sex on legs, oh, and straight. Brody is resigned to considering working alongside Wallace to be the highlight of his week, and fantasising about Wallace to be the full extent of his sex life, but apparently, Wallace has other ideas.

The moment he started working with Brody, Wallace knew he was going to have trouble keeping his hands off the guy. In an effort to stay professional at work, he’s kept his sexuality to himself, but that’s about to change.

When Wallace hears Brody say that seeing their latest project leave the premises is better than sex, Wallace knows he has to take action. It’s time someone taught Brody how good sex can be—especially when it’s served up with a generous helping of leather.

Chapter One

It’s a bloody wonderful feeling, isn’t it?

Hell, yeah. Brody leaned forward and rested his forearms on the railings, careful to leave an inch between his elbow and Wallace’s hand so he didn’t actually make contact with him.

As they peered down into the loading bay, a van revved its engine and pulled away, taking with it the last parts of McFadden, Rutledge and Jones’s latest completed project. The carefully calibrated machines were, at long last, safely tucked away in their containers; each one wrapped up with the same kind of care a doting mother might bestow upon her newborn.

The job was done. It was on time, on budget, and, best of all, it was now officially on its way out of the building.

When the van rounded a corner and rolled out of sight, Brody turned his complete attention to Wallace, but he didn’t dare straighten up and face him head on. Peeking at him out of the corner of his eye was, as always, a far safer option.

Wallace rolled his shoulders. Feels like a ton weight has been lifted off my back, he said, with a pleasure-filled groan that made Brody’s cock rise and his crush on the older man deepen even further. Damn, but getting that project finished feels better than winning the bloody lottery.

Yeah. Even better than beating England at rugby, Brody offered, in a vague effort to make it seem like he was paying attention to Wallace’s words, rather than just perving on the way Wallace’s chest muscles moved when he stretched.

As usual, Wallace had his regulation overalls halfway off and the arms of the dark blue boiler suit tied around his waist. Only a close-fitting white T-shirt stood between Brody and Wallace’s naked skin.

Wallace laughed— a glorious rich, deep sound—but he didn’t look away from the loading bay. There was no need for Brody to stop staring at his torso.

Beating England during the last minute of extra time, to win the grand slam, Wallace specified, his Scottish accent deepening in line with his enthusiasm, as he upped the ante even more.

Better than sex, Brody said, now speaking entirely on autopilot.

Silence fell and stretched out for several seconds. Wallace tilted his head to one side. The stark overhead fluorescents highlighted the touch of grey at his temples. Maybe you’re doing it wrong.

Brody frowned, wondering if he’d missed an entire segment of the conversation while fantasising about his colleague. What?

Maybe you’re doing it wrong, Wallace repeated, his gaze still on the bare concrete floor of the loading dock.

Sorry, you’ve lost me, Brody admitted, hoping like hell that Wallace didn’t realise that any lapse in concentration probably had something to do with the way all of Brody’s blood had rushed to his cock the moment Wallace joined him by the railings. Not for the first time since Wallace joined the company, Brody sent up silent thanks that his own neatly fastened overalls were baggy enough to hide even the most flourishing erection.

Finishing a project feels good, I’m with you there—especially one which was this much of a bugger. Meeting a tight deadline is a rush, and God knows the bonus is going to come in useful. Having the next fortnight off to make up for all the overtime isn’t to be sniffed at either, Wallace said, as he turned to face Brody properly. But, if you think any of those things comes anywhere near to feeling as good as sex does, then you’re doing something seriously wrong in the sack.

Brody stopped leaning on the railing and helplessly turned to mirror Wallace’s posture. He swallowed several times in quick succession and pinned his best imitation of a friendly, but distinctly non-sexual, smile to his lips. Thanks, but I think I worked out the basics a long time ago, mate.

This was dangerous ground. Brody was about to make himself turn away when Wallace huffed.

The basics? If all you’re doing is inserting tab A into slot B, it’s no wonder what we’re doing at work is the highlight of your week.

Brody’s feet welded themselves to the floor. Walking away when Wallace was talking about sex would be the smart thing to do, but it was also impossible. Brody was shorter than Wallace and had to tilt his head back slightly to meet his gaze. Their eyes locked. Brody willed suitable words to his lips, but they wouldn’t come.

It was bloody hard to lie while maintaining eye contact with Wallace; it always made Brody feel like he was a silly little kid trying to stare down a fully grown man. And, whether Brody wanted to admit it or not, the truth was that his working hours had been, by far, the best part of his week ever since Wallace joined the team. Possibly because jacking off while fantasising about Wallace had comprised the entirety of his sex life during that time.

Unfortunately, Brody knew damn well that, to use Wallace’s terms, Wallace was only interested in inserting his particular tab into female slots. So, Brody admitting that he was all in favour of being the slot to Wallace’s tab was not a good idea.

Brody swallowed. Apparently, nothing, not even the kind of weird lingo usually reserved for constructing dodgy flat-pack furniture, could make the idea of being screwed by Wallace anything other than bone-tinglingly erotic.

I… Brody mumbled.

Wallace took half a step forward and dipped his head to put his mouth nearer to Brody’s ear, as if to share a secret. I’m not talking about the basics, angel. I’m talking about the kind of sex that makes you scream so loudly your throat aches—the kind that involves every bit of your mind, as well as your body. I promise you, once you get past the basics and bring out the leather, a whole new world will open up to you.

Leather, Brody repeated, as if he’d never heard the word.

Wallace closed the gap between them even further. The scent of Wallace’s soap and the heat of his body overloaded Brody’s senses.

Yeah, leather, Wallace whispered. He dipped his head further, so his lips almost brushed Brody’s ear. Specifically, the kind that’s used to make cuffs and whips.

Brody turned his head just a fraction of an inch. His cheek brushed against Wallace’s jaw; stubble rubbed against stubble.

They’d worked solidly for so many hours Brody had no idea what time it was. Were they wearing ten-o’clock-in-the-night shadows or five-o’clock-in-the-morning shadows? It was dark outside, but whatever the hour, Brody no longer felt the least bit tired.

He tensed as Wallace reached out and slid his hands around his waist. The heat from Wallace’s palms quickly soaked through Brody’s overalls. Brody’s cock grew even stiffer.

A tiny movement, and Brody would have been able to lean forward, press their bodies together and find out if Wallace was hard too, but he didn’t dare.

I think it’s about time we celebrated finishing the project properly, Wallace said. Don’t you?

Celebrate? Brody echoed, unable to come up with any words of his own.

Yeah. He stroked the small of Brody’s back through his clothes, sending a shiver down his spine.

Um…how? Brody asked. How do you want to—?

By showing you just how much better than work your sex life could be.

Brody scrambled to rearrange his view of the world at very short notice. The most important feature of this new universe obviously involved the fact that Wallace was apparently not only a guy who enjoyed having sex with other guys, but he was also interested in having sex with Brody specifically.

It was a bloody brilliant alternative reality—much better than the one where Wallace was straight. But, Brody was so used to the old version of the world, it was several seconds before he was able to speak.

Yes. As soon as he got the word out, Brody was confident that was the only word he’d need to say for the foreseeable future.

Yes.

Yes to Wallace. Yes to sex. Yes to getting beyond the basics. Yes, in fact, to everything.

Wallace smiled. Good decision.

Brody grinned, barely noticing the actual words that left Wallace’s lips. Just the fact he’d pleased Wallace felt better than most of his solo orgasms had over the last few months. He couldn’t even imagine how fantastic it would feel to make Wallace come.

Brody glanced over his shoulder. We could probably find an empty office somewhere and—?

No. I want to take my time with you.

Brody nervously licked his lips. Okay. Um, maybe—

No maybes, Wallace cut in. We’re going back to my place. Now. He caught hold of Brody’s wrist and strode toward the metal stairs leading down into the loading bay.

Caught off guard, Brody only managed to catch up properly a few paces before the stairs. He matched Wallace step for step on the way down, determined not to ruin what he knew was going to be the best sexual encounter of his life by falling over his own feet and breaking his leg. He doubted a stop off at the hospital would count as a turn-on for Wallace, even if he did suspect that Wallace might be more than a little kinky.

Hey, are you guys hitting the pubs with us?

Brody winced. So close to heaven, yet so far…

We’re doing a crawl, Gerwin added, from just outside an office on the far side of the loading dock. All the way from—

No.

Both Brody and Gerwin turned to gawp at Wallace, unable to believe that he’d turn down a drink with the guys after a hard day at work. He always joined them. Brody knew that, because ever since Wallace had come to work there, Brody had made a point of tagging along with them, just so he could stare dreamy-eyed at Wallace while the other guys got sloshed.

Come on, Wallace ordered.

It was only when he felt the tug on his arm that Brody realised Wallace still had hold of his wrist. They’d been damn near holding hands ever since they’d left the gantry. Any doubt Brody had over Wallace being out, as well as a man who was into men, vanished.

Without further warning, Brody found himself dragged forward again. He stumbled, barely able to get his feet under him, before Wallace had led him out of the loading bay doors and into the tiny staff car park.

We’re taking my car. Get in.

Brody didn’t argue. Still trying to wrap his head around how he’d slipped into such a wonderful alternate reality, he got into the passenger seat without a word of protest—or a single syllable of anything else for that matter.

What? Wallace asked as he got behind the wheel. Did you think I was going to snatch my hand away and go all closeted on you the moment we had company?

Brody had been right about only needing one word when dealing with Wallace. Yes. That was exactly what he expected him to do.

Wallace let out a disbelieving noise. Newsflash, angel. I’m gay, I’m out, and the only reason I didn’t pounce on you the first day I joined the firm was because I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you once I did. It’s bloody difficult to work out what to do about the damn fuel consumption when all you can think about is shagging the guy at the next workstation.

Brody nodded, willing to agree with anything a gay version of Wallace said on general principle.

Suddenly, Wallace reached out and slid his hand behind Brody’s neck. A sharp tug forward, and their lips met. Wallace kissed like a man on a mission—one which involved completely conquering the enemy by the most pleasurable means possible.

Brody moaned his approval against Wallace’s tongue as it invaded his mouth. Wallace grabbed hold of Brody’s overalls with his free hand and jerked him closer. No further encouragement was necessary. Brody scooted across the car, more than eager to feel Wallace’s body against his own.

The gear stick dug into his leg, he banged his head against the car roof, but all Brody could think about was how Wallace was deftly undoing the front of Brody’s overalls and burrowing his hand beneath the well-worn fabric to stake a claim to every bit of skin within reach.

Brody shuddered with pleasure. When Wallace’s hand strayed down toward the elastic at the top of his boxers, Brody’s cock ached, but his overalls only undid so far, and they stopped Wallace’s hand short.

Moaning with frustration, Brody fought to balance himself with a tight grip on Wallace’s arm forearm and get even closer to him. It was no use. The car was too small. In an effort to take what he could get, he switched tactics and tried to explore Wallace’s body by worming his hand past Wallace’s T-shirt in search of bare skin.

Coordinating his limbs wasn’t easy when Wallace refused to back off the kiss for a single second.  Brody whimpered against Wallace’s mouth, lacking his apparent ability to go hours at a time without oxygen.

Wallace’s only response was to nip Brody’s bottom lip with his teeth. The sharp pain made Brody’s whole body jerk, but it didn’t inspire any sort of retreat. He leaned into the kiss all the more eagerly, even if he did frown—wondering how the hell being bitten could feel like praise, instead of a reproach.

He barely had a second to ponder that question before another one pushed its way to the front of his mind—What the hell was that noise?

Chapter Two

Wallace pulled back a few inches, unable to work out why Brody had suddenly tensed up. He’d considered the possibility that his younger, and rather more innocent, colleague might freak out at some point. But bloody hell—they hadn’t even got started yet, let alone got kinky.

A sound from outside the car gradually seeped into Wallace’s senses. A quick glance through the windscreen and he located the source of Brody’s anxiety attack.

Keeping one hand on the back of Brody’s neck to make sure he didn’t turn his head, Wallace pulled away—just far enough to be able to look Brody in the eye.

They’re all watching us, aren’t they? Brody asked. His voice was rough with desire. The knowledge that he had made Brody sound that way went straight to Wallace’s cock.

Yeah, they are. Unless Wallace was very much mistaken, almost every man and