#NSFWednesday - Compulsion by Clare London


Today's #NSFWednesday brings us a spicy scene from Clare London's Compulsion

From the Blurb:

The past always catches up with you. Max Newman should know—he’s been running from his since that one, fateful night.

Now he’s left the darker streets of London behind him and returned to Brighton to lick his wounds. Though he insists the club life is no longer his scene, one evening he lets his friends drag him out dancing. And suddenly the simple life he’s tried to lead gets complicated.

At Compulsion, the Medina Group’s newest hotspot, Max meets Seve Nunez, a member of the Medina management and a man used to taking what he wants. The fierce sexual chemistry between Max and Seve immediately leads to an intimate encounter in the backyard of the club—just the kind of dangerous behaviour Max is trying to forget. Despite that, he can't help but crave more, and Seve seems just as eager.

But Max soon suspects that Seve may not be the scrupulous businessman he claims. Max has seen the Medina Group at work before, and what he saw got a good friend killed. He's not sure what future he has with Seve, but he'll have to decide whether to trust in Seve’s innocence or keep running. The wrong choice could land them both in mortal danger.

This book was previously published by another publisher. It has been re-edited in UK English. The story itself remains the same, but there’s now a whole 13k words of extra content which I hope you’ll enjoy.


He pushed me back until I felt the edge of the table on my arse. Then he slid his hands under my bare buttocks and hoisted me up onto the top of it. There was only a small square of available space—half the box files immediately slipped off the table, and the towels flattened out underneath me, their softness a welcome cushion under my bum. Seve pushed the other files off impatiently and let them crash on the floor. It felt a little like that scene in Streetcar Named Desire when Brando angrily sweeps away the crockery to show how he’s gonna clear his place. My shoulders were pressed hard against the cold surface of the back wall, and Seve leaned in against me, holding me in place. He twisted awkwardly, shaking off his shirt, fumbling with the waistband of his jeans. Then his hands gripped my thighs and pulled them apart. 

My cock was damp at the tip and straining shamelessly to the heavens. He tugged me farther toward him so that my arse perched on the very edge of the table. I wanted to grab on to something as an anchor, but I didn’t think the computer monitor was stable enough, so I just spread my hands on the tabletop and hoped for the best. My fingers caught the edge of a pack of paper, and it tumbled off after the files. By now my back was bent awkwardly and my feet were waving in the air. My knees were wide apart—I was completely, brazenly open for him. I knew that at this angle, if there’d been enough light, he’d have been able to see all of me—my dick, my balls, my hole. I felt horribly exposed and even more shockingly excited. A blob of precum dripped onto my belly, and I could smell my eagerness.

Seve suddenly took one hand away and turned his head so he was totally shadowed. He seemed to be groping around in the pocket of his jeans. All I could hear was the sound of his harsh breathing. When his hand touched me again, it was covered with something cool and slippery. Lube. I shifted, trying to get more comfortable, and one of my joints cracked. My heart was hammering. Then his fingers slid into me and I moaned more loudly.

He loomed over me again, his eyes wide and knowing, his mouth searching for mine. I sucked hard on his tongue, desperate because I knew what was coming. He wriggled forward, rubbing his groin against mine. His cock was free of his jeans, the satiny sheath stroking my length, tugging my own skin up then back down again. The suspense was almost unbearably exciting. When he moved against me, our chest hair brushed with a thin sheen of sweat. I grasped him with one hand and held on. The hair on his forearms was damp already.

He’d come prepared this time. Or maybe last Saturday’s condomless status had been the exception. When his stretching fingers had finished their work in my arse and his cock nudged up against my entrance, it felt slick with latex and lube. I was really glad I didn’t have to bring up the subject again. I also didn’t need him to spread my legs even farther, but I let him, because it was a touch from him—an intimate one. He slid his hands under me again and lifted my thighs a couple of inches off the bench, propping me on my tailbone. And he entered me like last time. Hard.

A groan escaped me, probably too loud considering I had no idea who might be passing outside the room. We both grunted and started moving together. He was face-to-face with me this time, though his features were grey in the half-light. But it was good to feel him flush up against me, and I hung on to him as best I could. He had more hair on his chest than I did and he was more muscled, even though I was fit from work on the site. He smelled great, whereas I was sure I smelled of too much sweat and beer. Each time he thrust into me, I was knocked back against the wall, but I clenched my thighs around his hips and let him dictate the pace. It was a bloody exciting angle for me. He hit my prostate more often than not, and several times I had to hold myself back from arching right up and falling off the table. My cock was squashed between us, rubbed to maximum sensitivity by the skin of his belly and begging for release. His knee knocked against the table leg, and the last of the box files teetered on the edge, then fell. We rocked on top of the table, not caring. The towels slid away from under my arse, and when I flung out an arm, looking for better purchase, I thumped the tall box on the chair. The cardboard gave a whumph sound, and I heard the squeaky puff of more polystyrene chips flying through the air.
“Max.” I barely caught Seve’s whisper. His breath blew out over my neck. “Touch yourself, Max. I can’t….”

I peeled my hand away from his shoulder. He adjusted his stance so that he could still balance me on the table and continued to thrust into me, his thighs under mine, the open zip of his jeans starting to scratch at my exposed thighs. I didn’t care. I fisted my fingers around my cock and started to pump.
Seve’s breath hitched and his head dropped. Even in the dark, he was watching me jerk off, my hand squeezed up between our bodies, twisting up and down my swollen shaft. His teeth tightened briefly on the skin of my shoulder.

“Close,” he hissed and started to thrust into me more quickly. I reckoned I could feel him thickening inside me. I squeezed both the muscles of my hole and my hand around my dick, eager for completion for both of us. Seve was going to come soon, and I was either going to be flattened against the wall or plonked down unceremoniously. There was already a nagging pain in my lower back from trying to keep upright as he fucked me to a blubbering wreck. But I didn’t need much help at all to get there—my climax came rushing like a geyser and my hand became a blur as my eyes filled with tears of excitement.

“Seve… shit!” I moaned aloud, and the last things I saw before the ecstasy robbed me of sense were his eyes opening wider in the half light and a shocked smile on his face. Even as my hot cum hit our stomachs and began to dribble down between us, he gave a shout and pushed hard against me, forcing me back up against the wall and pressing finger-shaped bruises into my buttocks.
Gotcha! I thought wearily and triumphantly.

Compulsion is available for purchase on Amazon and many other retailers.