Grab hold of this circle of wood and you will not let go no matter what I do...understand?
His deep voice in her head made her nipples tighten as she moved forward to comply.
© 2012 Nichelle Gregory
Friday, June 1, 2012
Wrath by Nichelle Gregory
Grab hold of this circle of wood and you will not let go no matter what I do...understand?
His deep voice in her head made her nipples tighten as she moved forward to comply.
© 2012 Nichelle Gregory
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Simply Sexy Stories Welcomes Samantha Cayto!
NG: I’m welcoming Samantha Cayto on Simply Sexy Stories! Hi, Samantha!
SC: Hi Nichelle, thanks so much for inviting me today.
NG: My pleasure! Let’s start with some Samantha Cayto trivia questions! What’s your favorite time of day?
SC: After dinner. I’m a night person.
NG: Me too! What’s your favorite place to write?
SC: At the dining room table. It allows me to write and keep track of what’s going on with my family.
NG: What’s your favorite drink in the morning?
SC: Coffee!
NG: Gotta have that java, eh? I can relate! What are you reading right now?
SC: The Witness by Nora Roberts. I love Nora.
NG: I do too! What’s your favorite thing about summer?
SC: Not having to drive the kids to school.
NG: LOL! Do you have an e-reader? If so, tell me whether it was easy or difficult to adjust to reading digital books. Do you prefer paperbacks?
SC: I have a Kindle. I didn’t think I’d want an e-reader, but I fell in love instantly. It’s so easy and it fits in my pocket book, too. I’m a total convert, although I still buy paperbacks.
NG: You’ve been captured and your captor tells you to choose either your MP3 player or your e-reader...which one would you choose? :)
SC: My MP3. I love to read, but I can’t read something over and over again. Music I can listen to repeatedly and it will still make me feel great.
NG: I agree! Although, I'd miss not having something to read. What do you think is the biggest misconception about females writing in this genre?
SC: That we’re all lonely, sex-starved and not serious. I am a married lawyer with three teenagers. I have a hectic and wonderful life, but romance and erotica make it that much better.
NG: Why are you drawn to writing MM erotic romance?
Blurb: Captain Drew Atkins, a battle-hardened warrior, is ready for the ultimate test of his strength and courage - submitting himself to another man’s control. Luc DuBois is the consummate Dom, the perfect man to initiate Drew in the twin delights of pleasure and pain. One night in a dungeon taxes them both.
Drew isn’t sure he can yield up control or take the pain his body craves. The allure of this new submissive drives Luc to the edge of his control.
Luc introduces Drew to the awesome effects of pain and the bliss of leaving the decisions up to someone else. The tension of Drew’s career washes away with each stroke of the flogger. He is more than willing to give Luc whatever he demands.
Luc admires Drew’s strength, is humbled by his trust and takes only what he knows the other man can give. As he plays with the soldier’s body, Luc also knows one night will not be enough.
"I'm Luc's guest."
The Dungeon Mistress had smiled as if she'd known what lay in store for him tonight. He hadn't. He could only have imagined until he had stepped into this playroom and watched two people, a man and a woman, being strung up and beaten. Even though neither scene was of a man mastering another man, the sights still heated his blood and banished his apprehension. He was going to do this. He was going to finally submit himself to another man and learn what delights could be found by being dominated and disciplined.
The fantasy had lurked in the back of his mind for as long as he could remember, ever since he had been old enough to understand and acknowledge that he was gay. He had pushed aside the thoughts, the yearnings, because dealing with his sexual orientation had already been a difficult thing to do. For too many years, it had clashed with his desire to be a soldier. Attending West Point and working his way up the ranks to captain—and all the while stealing a few moments of pleasure with other men—had taken time and energy. It had been easier to bring his natural inclination towards leadership into the bedroom rather than check it at the door. But it had been exhausting, too, and never as fulfilling as he had hoped. In the end, the plain truth of it was that, while he had been born to take charge in every other aspect of his life, when it came to sex, he wanted someone else to lead the way.
He focused his attention on the smacks and groans and imagined it was him tied up and being beaten. His flesh tingled with arousal. He could feel the hair on his arms rise. A shudder ran through him. This part of his nature had been harder to acknowledge. Although, like any good soldier, he avoided harm as much as possible, his deepest desire was to be disciplined as well as mastered. He had done the research and now understood that guys like him, who carried responsibility and suffered tremendous stress, often craved the release of pain. Still, a part of his brain screamed 'deviant' and, worse, questioned his manhood. What kind of 'real' man liked to be trussed like a hog to slaughter, and made to moan and scream?
Author Bio:
I wish I had something exciting to put here - something like I'm a dominatrix who spends her days having gorgeous men lick chocolate off her body. The truth is I'm a corporate lawyer, happily married for twenty years with three kids and four dogs. I've loved erotica and especially male-on-male stories since my teen years. Besides my family, writing and reading, my loves include the sight, smell and sounds of the ocean (I'm a New England girl through and through), chocolate (naturally), prime rib (bloody) and good bourbon on the rocks.
I love to hear from readers. Please write to me at:
Samantha@samanthacayto.com
SC: Hi Nichelle, thanks so much for inviting me today.
NG: My pleasure! Let’s start with some Samantha Cayto trivia questions! What’s your favorite time of day?
SC: After dinner. I’m a night person.
NG: Me too! What’s your favorite place to write?
SC: At the dining room table. It allows me to write and keep track of what’s going on with my family.
NG: What’s your favorite drink in the morning?
SC: Coffee!
NG: Gotta have that java, eh? I can relate! What are you reading right now?
SC: The Witness by Nora Roberts. I love Nora.
NG: I do too! What’s your favorite thing about summer?
SC: Not having to drive the kids to school.
NG: LOL! Do you have an e-reader? If so, tell me whether it was easy or difficult to adjust to reading digital books. Do you prefer paperbacks?
SC: I have a Kindle. I didn’t think I’d want an e-reader, but I fell in love instantly. It’s so easy and it fits in my pocket book, too. I’m a total convert, although I still buy paperbacks.
NG: You’ve been captured and your captor tells you to choose either your MP3 player or your e-reader...which one would you choose? :)
SC: My MP3. I love to read, but I can’t read something over and over again. Music I can listen to repeatedly and it will still make me feel great.
NG: I agree! Although, I'd miss not having something to read. What do you think is the biggest misconception about females writing in this genre?
SC: That we’re all lonely, sex-starved and not serious. I am a married lawyer with three teenagers. I have a hectic and wonderful life, but romance and erotica make it that much better.
NG: Why are you drawn to writing MM erotic romance?
SC: I’ve always found two guys having sex to be incredibly arousing. I love to read it, watch it, and write it.
NG: Do the people in your life know about your writing? Are they supportive?
SC: My family and friends know and some of my colleagues. Most everyone is supportive but a lot of them won’t read it.
NG: What advice would you give to inspiring authors interested in penning successful MM erotic romances?
SC: Keep writing. The more you do it, the better you become. If you’re not a gay man, then you need to read it and watch it to get a feel for how two men go about actually have sex together.
NG: Great advice, Samantha! Okay, let's talk about your writing. Describe your writing process...are you a careful plotter or laid back pantster?
SC: I’m a pantster. I start with a germ of an idea and run with it from start to finish.
NG: How many hours a day do you try to commit to your manuscript?
SC: My schedule is too full and erratic to plan on writing. I just catch whatever time I can and sometimes won’t write for days.
NG: What’s your biggest distraction from focusing on your writing?
SC: Tiredness mostly. I can get home pretty late and don’t have the energy to write.
NG: What are you working on for 2012?
SC: I’m working on three new short stories to promote the Naughty Sleepover that the Sassy Seven are hosting in February. None of those will be MM, though.
NG: You've got a lot going on! I'm impressed you find ANY time to write. Let's talk about your latest release One Night In A Dungeon. What's this story all about?
SC: It’s about a military man fulfilling his fantasy of being a submissive. I love the idea of a strong man bending to another’s will.
NG: What inspired you to pen this story?
SC: I love the military, BDSM and MM sex. The story wrote itself!
NG: I love it when that happens! Give me three reasons readers will love One Night In A Dungeon.
SC: Well the guys are hot, the sex is hot and it has a happily for now ending. I like happy endings and I think readers like them too.
NG: Samantha, I think you're right! What's the one thing readers can always count on when picking up one of your books?
SC: I always try to have believable characters and dialogue. And, oh yeah, lots of steamy sex.
NG: Samantha, thank you so much for coming on Simply Sexy Stories. Best wishes for all your endeavors in 2012!
SC: Thanks you, Nichelle. It’s been fun talking with you.
NG: Do the people in your life know about your writing? Are they supportive?
SC: My family and friends know and some of my colleagues. Most everyone is supportive but a lot of them won’t read it.
NG: What advice would you give to inspiring authors interested in penning successful MM erotic romances?
SC: Keep writing. The more you do it, the better you become. If you’re not a gay man, then you need to read it and watch it to get a feel for how two men go about actually have sex together.
NG: Great advice, Samantha! Okay, let's talk about your writing. Describe your writing process...are you a careful plotter or laid back pantster?
SC: I’m a pantster. I start with a germ of an idea and run with it from start to finish.
NG: How many hours a day do you try to commit to your manuscript?
SC: My schedule is too full and erratic to plan on writing. I just catch whatever time I can and sometimes won’t write for days.
NG: What’s your biggest distraction from focusing on your writing?
SC: Tiredness mostly. I can get home pretty late and don’t have the energy to write.
NG: What are you working on for 2012?
SC: I’m working on three new short stories to promote the Naughty Sleepover that the Sassy Seven are hosting in February. None of those will be MM, though.
NG: You've got a lot going on! I'm impressed you find ANY time to write. Let's talk about your latest release One Night In A Dungeon. What's this story all about?
SC: It’s about a military man fulfilling his fantasy of being a submissive. I love the idea of a strong man bending to another’s will.
NG: What inspired you to pen this story?
SC: I love the military, BDSM and MM sex. The story wrote itself!
NG: I love it when that happens! Give me three reasons readers will love One Night In A Dungeon.
SC: Well the guys are hot, the sex is hot and it has a happily for now ending. I like happy endings and I think readers like them too.
NG: Samantha, I think you're right! What's the one thing readers can always count on when picking up one of your books?
SC: I always try to have believable characters and dialogue. And, oh yeah, lots of steamy sex.
NG: Samantha, thank you so much for coming on Simply Sexy Stories. Best wishes for all your endeavors in 2012!
SC: Thanks you, Nichelle. It’s been fun talking with you.
Drew isn’t sure he can yield up control or take the pain his body craves. The allure of this new submissive drives Luc to the edge of his control.
Luc introduces Drew to the awesome effects of pain and the bliss of leaving the decisions up to someone else. The tension of Drew’s career washes away with each stroke of the flogger. He is more than willing to give Luc whatever he demands.
Luc admires Drew’s strength, is humbled by his trust and takes only what he knows the other man can give. As he plays with the soldier’s body, Luc also knows one night will not be enough.
Caution! Sexy Excerpt Below:
The hard slap of leather against skin matched the beat of the Linkin Park song playing in the background. Drew Atkins closed his eyes and let the sounds blend inside him, his blood pounding in his head, coursing through his veins with the same throbbing rhythm. His cock pressed hard against his jeans. It had been that way since moments after he'd arrived at this out—of—the—way labyrinth of playrooms. Who knew Los Angeles could harbour such wicked delights behind an unmarked door guarded by discreet bouncers clad in black? All it took to gain entry was to utter a simple sentence. "I'm Luc's guest."
The Dungeon Mistress had smiled as if she'd known what lay in store for him tonight. He hadn't. He could only have imagined until he had stepped into this playroom and watched two people, a man and a woman, being strung up and beaten. Even though neither scene was of a man mastering another man, the sights still heated his blood and banished his apprehension. He was going to do this. He was going to finally submit himself to another man and learn what delights could be found by being dominated and disciplined.
The fantasy had lurked in the back of his mind for as long as he could remember, ever since he had been old enough to understand and acknowledge that he was gay. He had pushed aside the thoughts, the yearnings, because dealing with his sexual orientation had already been a difficult thing to do. For too many years, it had clashed with his desire to be a soldier. Attending West Point and working his way up the ranks to captain—and all the while stealing a few moments of pleasure with other men—had taken time and energy. It had been easier to bring his natural inclination towards leadership into the bedroom rather than check it at the door. But it had been exhausting, too, and never as fulfilling as he had hoped. In the end, the plain truth of it was that, while he had been born to take charge in every other aspect of his life, when it came to sex, he wanted someone else to lead the way.
He focused his attention on the smacks and groans and imagined it was him tied up and being beaten. His flesh tingled with arousal. He could feel the hair on his arms rise. A shudder ran through him. This part of his nature had been harder to acknowledge. Although, like any good soldier, he avoided harm as much as possible, his deepest desire was to be disciplined as well as mastered. He had done the research and now understood that guys like him, who carried responsibility and suffered tremendous stress, often craved the release of pain. Still, a part of his brain screamed 'deviant' and, worse, questioned his manhood. What kind of 'real' man liked to be trussed like a hog to slaughter, and made to moan and scream?
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***Book Giveaway!!***
Leave a comment below for a chance to win a copy of Samantha's book! A winner will be randomly selected by Friday, June 1st!
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I wish I had something exciting to put here - something like I'm a dominatrix who spends her days having gorgeous men lick chocolate off her body. The truth is I'm a corporate lawyer, happily married for twenty years with three kids and four dogs. I've loved erotica and especially male-on-male stories since my teen years. Besides my family, writing and reading, my loves include the sight, smell and sounds of the ocean (I'm a New England girl through and through), chocolate (naturally), prime rib (bloody) and good bourbon on the rocks.
I love to hear from readers. Please write to me at:
Samantha@samanthacayto.com
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Simply Sexy Stories Welcomes Zara Stoneley!
NG: I'm thrilled to have Zara Stoneley here today to talk about her latest release! Zara, take it away!
ZS: Hi Nichelle, Thanks for having me here to talk about Forfeit, my erotic romance, and the two characters Cat and Brent :- )
Five random facts about me…
1. It’s not worth talking to me in the morning until I’ve had coffee, preferably two cups, preferably black.
2. I love strong, masculine men who know they can cope with me, think Aragorn (Viggo Mortenson) from LOTR, Daniel Craig as 007, Hugh Jackman as Wolverine, oh and can I add in David Gandy as well, just because…..?
3. I haven’t read Fifty Shades of Grey, I might do one day out of curiosity but my TBR pile is already teetering.
4. I drink wine: white wine, pink wine, red wine, bubbly…it all depends on all kinds of things, like my mood, the weather, where I am, who I’m with.
5. I’m a twitter-holic even though I always swore I wouldn’t be (I’m currently resisting Pinterest because it looks dangerous!).
Five random facts about Cat (and the things Brent teaches her)…
1. She likes to be in control, total control, of everything: her life, her emotions, her men.
2. She soon finds out that being dominated, tied up and spanked can be liberating.
3. Menage is one of her new words, a word she quite likes. She also quite likes being on top…
4. She’s just found out that remote controls aren’t always for the TV and that high heels aren’t just for wearing when you go out.
5. And she now knows that even grown up girls should have a toy box.
And five random facts about Brent…
1. He won’t take no for an answer.
2. He’s competitive and in control, but loyal, fair and very, very patient (believe me he needs to be).
3. He likes oysters, champagne and the finer things in life, but is also quite partial to a day at the seaside and an ice-cream.
4. He’s not the jealous type; or rather he never has been before he met Cat.
5. Oh yes, and Brent has a secret that could ruin everything….
Blurb: Cat’s life is falling apart – her boyfriend’s dumped her, she’s lost her home and she’s about to quit her job. Her boss, Brent, has a solution: become his wife for a year, to help him land a big promotion. But Cat’s had a taste of Brent before, and she knows he’s a bad boy who loves women and leaves them. So she agrees to marry him, but tells him there’s to be no sex. He adds his own condition: if she as much as talks to another man in that time, she must pay, by acting out 12 of Brent’s kinkiest sex fantasies. When she breaks the rule, the forfeit is on: but opening up and letting Brent into her heart, as well as her bed, could be the most dangerous game of all …
Excerpt:
But she wasn’t going to just strip and jump in either. There were limits. This was sex, not surrender. She stepped closer; she couldn’t help herself. The instant she did, he knew; he was waiting for her as if he’d been counting the seconds. His hand reached out, cradling her breast, rolling one erect nipple roughly between finger and thumb until it was so large, so hard it was painful.
Sadie had reached up with her spare hand, the other still holding his cock, and she took charge of the other nipple, her touch more delicate, but insistent. Cat gasped and closed her eyes; it was a new kind of torture, and the two different sensations were twisting her insides, making her whole body sway.
‘Take your top off.’ The order broke into her stupor, soft but insistent, and she was powerless to resist. She didn’t want to say no, didn’t want this to stop. The second her top was off he was pulling her closer to them, his hand firm on her bum as Sadie’s lips tightened around her breast. She wanted to object, pull away, she didn’t do girl stuff, but his hand had closed more firmly on her buttock and suddenly it didn’t matter.
This was different to his sucking yesterday; this tongue was long, delicate, flicking, encircling, and teasing her in a way she had never experienced before. Then his hand had moved round, and together he and Sadie were undoing her jeans; two hands tugging them down and she didn’t know who was doing what. She didn’t care any longer as Sadie continued teasing with her lips, easing the swollen breast in and out of her soft mouth. Cat was only aware of a desperate need as a firm hand started to slowly push her thighs apart, as a finger stroked her damp, swollen pussy.
‘You are so wet, darling, so wet. Is that for me or for her, Cat? Who do you want?’
She moaned. She could feel the scrape of long nails on her bum, skating over her cheek and circling her lower back, massaging just above the base of her spine, sending a shiver of anticipation through her as they threatened to slip lower. One long, slim finger stroked the base of her spine. She gasped. She didn’t know who she wanted, what she wanted, and she didn’t care.
She screamed as two fingers were rammed inside her and then he was rocking them, bending and flexing them as he pushed in and out, further each time, his thumb firm against her clit. The touch of Sadie’s fingers just above, sliding over her bumhole, was sending her skittering nearer the release she so desperately needed. Her legs were trembling and she pressed harder against him to stop herself giving way. His mouth was on hers, his tongue insistent, forcing its way into her soft warmth, then she realised her breast had been abandoned, and Sadie’s soft mouth was travelling down her stomach, circling her navel, nipping softly along her flesh. A tremor shook her body as the soft, warm mouth traced its damp path along her skin.
‘Do you want her mouth there, Cat? Or do you want my hard cock deep inside you?’ She let out a moan, a deep moan that came from somewhere inside her. She had slipped her thighs wider apart, willing his fingers in deeper. Then it was his mouth on her nipple, biting so hard she cried out, and she could feel soft skin against hers as Sadie sank to her knees, her tongue burning a trail further down her taut stomach, sending a ripple of anticipation down through her whole body. She was shaking now so much between the two of them, her body in spasms of delight and need, barely aware as he eased her down onto the rug, his fingers still strumming her insides as she tightened around him. His mouth was hard on hers again, pinning her down, forcing her to relinquish herself to the pleasure, and she could feel another mouth on her mound, lips pulling at the soft curls, teasing. A long tongue, curling down, finding her clit as firm, delicate fingers parted her lips. The tongue flicked once, twice, and then she was screaming into his mouth as the lips firmly took the swollen nub and sucked, and his fingers carried on playing inside her as she came with an orgasm that shook her whole body, sending her hips convulsing beneath the tongue, around the hand.
Then the hand was gone, the mouth was gone, and he was above her, his knees between her thighs, forcing his big, hard cock inside her. Driving deeper inside her than he had before, until she could feel his balls against her damp pussy. She slid her hands down the strong, hard back and looked into his eyes, suddenly feeling exposed as his raw desire bit into her. She closed her eyes, wanting only the pleasure, not the pain, not wanting to bare her soul to him.
Available from - Xcite Books, Amazon (UK), Amazon (US), Barnes & Noble, All Romance and all other good e-book sellers.
About the author:
Zara is a writer and lover of all things romantic, from the sensual to the sexual, who knows that naughty can be nice. She lives in the UK, but whenever she can she heads off in search of some sunshine and inspiration for her stories.
She love sexy high heels...good food....good wine....music...coffee (lots and lots of coffee)... and Italy. All things Italian from the countryside to the culture, the wine to the food...and of course the sexy men.
She's been a consultant, a teacher, a mother, a wife, a lover... and has always been a writer and she'd love to hear from you.
Where you can find her:
Blog: http://zarastoneley.blogspot.co.uk/
Twitter: @ZaraStoneley
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/ZaraStoneley
Email – zarastoneley@gmail.com
ZS: Hi Nichelle, Thanks for having me here to talk about Forfeit, my erotic romance, and the two characters Cat and Brent :- )
Five random facts about me…
1. It’s not worth talking to me in the morning until I’ve had coffee, preferably two cups, preferably black.
2. I love strong, masculine men who know they can cope with me, think Aragorn (Viggo Mortenson) from LOTR, Daniel Craig as 007, Hugh Jackman as Wolverine, oh and can I add in David Gandy as well, just because…..?
3. I haven’t read Fifty Shades of Grey, I might do one day out of curiosity but my TBR pile is already teetering.
4. I drink wine: white wine, pink wine, red wine, bubbly…it all depends on all kinds of things, like my mood, the weather, where I am, who I’m with.
5. I’m a twitter-holic even though I always swore I wouldn’t be (I’m currently resisting Pinterest because it looks dangerous!).
Five random facts about Cat (and the things Brent teaches her)…
1. She likes to be in control, total control, of everything: her life, her emotions, her men.
2. She soon finds out that being dominated, tied up and spanked can be liberating.
3. Menage is one of her new words, a word she quite likes. She also quite likes being on top…
4. She’s just found out that remote controls aren’t always for the TV and that high heels aren’t just for wearing when you go out.
5. And she now knows that even grown up girls should have a toy box.
And five random facts about Brent…
1. He won’t take no for an answer.
2. He’s competitive and in control, but loyal, fair and very, very patient (believe me he needs to be).
3. He likes oysters, champagne and the finer things in life, but is also quite partial to a day at the seaside and an ice-cream.
4. He’s not the jealous type; or rather he never has been before he met Cat.
5. Oh yes, and Brent has a secret that could ruin everything….
But she wasn’t going to just strip and jump in either. There were limits. This was sex, not surrender. She stepped closer; she couldn’t help herself. The instant she did, he knew; he was waiting for her as if he’d been counting the seconds. His hand reached out, cradling her breast, rolling one erect nipple roughly between finger and thumb until it was so large, so hard it was painful.
Sadie had reached up with her spare hand, the other still holding his cock, and she took charge of the other nipple, her touch more delicate, but insistent. Cat gasped and closed her eyes; it was a new kind of torture, and the two different sensations were twisting her insides, making her whole body sway.
‘Take your top off.’ The order broke into her stupor, soft but insistent, and she was powerless to resist. She didn’t want to say no, didn’t want this to stop. The second her top was off he was pulling her closer to them, his hand firm on her bum as Sadie’s lips tightened around her breast. She wanted to object, pull away, she didn’t do girl stuff, but his hand had closed more firmly on her buttock and suddenly it didn’t matter.
This was different to his sucking yesterday; this tongue was long, delicate, flicking, encircling, and teasing her in a way she had never experienced before. Then his hand had moved round, and together he and Sadie were undoing her jeans; two hands tugging them down and she didn’t know who was doing what. She didn’t care any longer as Sadie continued teasing with her lips, easing the swollen breast in and out of her soft mouth. Cat was only aware of a desperate need as a firm hand started to slowly push her thighs apart, as a finger stroked her damp, swollen pussy.
‘You are so wet, darling, so wet. Is that for me or for her, Cat? Who do you want?’
She moaned. She could feel the scrape of long nails on her bum, skating over her cheek and circling her lower back, massaging just above the base of her spine, sending a shiver of anticipation through her as they threatened to slip lower. One long, slim finger stroked the base of her spine. She gasped. She didn’t know who she wanted, what she wanted, and she didn’t care.
She screamed as two fingers were rammed inside her and then he was rocking them, bending and flexing them as he pushed in and out, further each time, his thumb firm against her clit. The touch of Sadie’s fingers just above, sliding over her bumhole, was sending her skittering nearer the release she so desperately needed. Her legs were trembling and she pressed harder against him to stop herself giving way. His mouth was on hers, his tongue insistent, forcing its way into her soft warmth, then she realised her breast had been abandoned, and Sadie’s soft mouth was travelling down her stomach, circling her navel, nipping softly along her flesh. A tremor shook her body as the soft, warm mouth traced its damp path along her skin.
‘Do you want her mouth there, Cat? Or do you want my hard cock deep inside you?’ She let out a moan, a deep moan that came from somewhere inside her. She had slipped her thighs wider apart, willing his fingers in deeper. Then it was his mouth on her nipple, biting so hard she cried out, and she could feel soft skin against hers as Sadie sank to her knees, her tongue burning a trail further down her taut stomach, sending a ripple of anticipation down through her whole body. She was shaking now so much between the two of them, her body in spasms of delight and need, barely aware as he eased her down onto the rug, his fingers still strumming her insides as she tightened around him. His mouth was hard on hers again, pinning her down, forcing her to relinquish herself to the pleasure, and she could feel another mouth on her mound, lips pulling at the soft curls, teasing. A long tongue, curling down, finding her clit as firm, delicate fingers parted her lips. The tongue flicked once, twice, and then she was screaming into his mouth as the lips firmly took the swollen nub and sucked, and his fingers carried on playing inside her as she came with an orgasm that shook her whole body, sending her hips convulsing beneath the tongue, around the hand.
Then the hand was gone, the mouth was gone, and he was above her, his knees between her thighs, forcing his big, hard cock inside her. Driving deeper inside her than he had before, until she could feel his balls against her damp pussy. She slid her hands down the strong, hard back and looked into his eyes, suddenly feeling exposed as his raw desire bit into her. She closed her eyes, wanting only the pleasure, not the pain, not wanting to bare her soul to him.
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About the author:
Zara is a writer and lover of all things romantic, from the sensual to the sexual, who knows that naughty can be nice. She lives in the UK, but whenever she can she heads off in search of some sunshine and inspiration for her stories.
She love sexy high heels...good food....good wine....music...coffee (lots and lots of coffee)... and Italy. All things Italian from the countryside to the culture, the wine to the food...and of course the sexy men.
She's been a consultant, a teacher, a mother, a wife, a lover... and has always been a writer and she'd love to hear from you.
Where you can find her:
Blog: http://zarastoneley.blogspot.co.uk/
Twitter: @ZaraStoneley
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/ZaraStoneley
Email – zarastoneley@gmail.com
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Sexy Sunday Snippet - Garden Pleasures by Nichelle Gregory
The hammock chair hugged her body as it moved her through the warm, summer air. She thought of him as she looked around her beautiful garden. He had created a lush paradise for her. A place secluded from neighbors and completely designed to relax the soul.
In the beginning, she couldn’t see his vision, hadn’t understood what the finished result would be but now with the garden almost completed, she was mesmerized by her surroundings.
She loved to rush home each day from work, knowing he would be there directing his staff as they worked to bring her garden paradise to fruition. Watching Javier work, was like watching poetry in motion. She couldn’t resist spying on him from her bedroom window overlooking the backyard as she stripped out of her work clothes.
Her eyes were drawn to his muscled body. He was tall, but graceful in his movements as he worked various tools into the earth. She would fantasize about his hands roaming all over her heated skin, leaving no place untouched.
He was so strong and yet patient with every project she watched him take on. She always got wet, wondering what it would feel like to have him attend to her with the same lavish attention.
She loved opening every window in her bedroom. Then could ahear his voice below as she took out her favorite toy and masturbated. She enjoyed lying nude on her bed while imagining Javier watched her as she worked herself up to a splendid orgasm. She’d push the dildo in and out of her wet pussy, lost in her naughty fantasy, often biting her lip to keep from crying out as she climaxed.
Today, she would play with her pussy in his garden. The lush haven he had created for her with gardenias, roses, and tulips bursting in colors of yellow, purple and white. The heady scent of the blossoms filled the humid air.
Mimi swayed in the hammock, her mini sundress lifting in the breeze, as she opening her legs into a comfortable position. This was the perfect place for seduction, even if it was only for her. She took her beloved dildo out of its case and licked the tip.
She'd worn no panties and she was already wet with anticipation as she slipped her hand beneath her dress. She sucked on the dildo as she moved her hand passed soft damp curls to the shaved lips below. Lovebirds sang to her overhead as she trailed her index finger up and down her vulva. Her nipples harden as she imagined Javier touching and licking her.
She was so close to coming, Mimi knew it wouldn't take much to bring herself to orgasm. She took the dildo from between her lips and brought down to her pussy, teasing the engorged clit as she turned on the tiny whisper quiet vibrations that drove her crazy. A small moan escaped from her lips as she pushed the dildo in...inch by delicious inch.
Mimi lost herself in the delicious vibrations of her plastic cock as she moved in and out of her slick sheath.
This was Javier filling her up as she worked the dildo faster and deeper inside of her. The slippery wet sounds escaping from her pussy excited her even more. Just a few more strokes and she was going to cum hard for the first time in his garden.
Just one more-
“Mimi?”
The deep slightly accented voice came from behind her chair. Startled, Mimi let out a tiny scream.
Javier!
What was he doing here?
She floundered, her limbs not responding in her panicked state. Not knowing what to do, she pushed the dildo deep into her pussy and pulled her little sundress down over her sticky trembling thighs...
* * *
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Tuesday, May 22, 2012
The Power of Four!
I'd like to thank Nikki Prince for tagging me! You should know, it took me longer than four minutes to come up with my list for the Power of Four. ;)
Here's goes my...
Four jobs I'd like to try:
Cake artisan
Photographer
Party Planner
Bartender
Four Places I'd Like to Live:
Italy
Kauai
Seattle
Chicago
Four Movies I Could Watch Again and Again:
Indiana Jones
The Godfather
Pretty Woman
Unfaithful
Four Television Shows I Watch:
Scandal
Suits
Fringe
Justified
Four Authors I Enjoy:
J.R. Ward
Lara Adrian
Brenda Jackson
Dean Koontz
Four Places I Have Travelled To:
Kauai
Canada
Florida
Seattle
Four Websites I Visit Daily:
My blog
Facebook
Tumblr
Amazon
Four Of My Favorite Words:
conundrum
pummeling
seriously
lush
Four of My Favorite Foods:
Pizza
Thai
Seafood
Chocolate
Four Things In My Purse:
Ipod
Nook
Lip Smackers Lip Gloss
Spearmint Ice Breakers
Four People I Want to Tag:
Benjamin
Gracen
Maggie
Wendi
If you’ve been tagged, make your own list and link back to this post. Have fun with it!
Cake artisan
Photographer
Party Planner
Bartender
Four Places I'd Like to Live:
Italy
Kauai
Seattle
Chicago
Four Movies I Could Watch Again and Again:
Indiana Jones
The Godfather
Pretty Woman
Unfaithful
Four Television Shows I Watch:
Scandal
Suits
Fringe
Justified
Four Authors I Enjoy:
J.R. Ward
Lara Adrian
Brenda Jackson
Dean Koontz
Four Places I Have Travelled To:
Kauai
Canada
Florida
Seattle
Four Websites I Visit Daily:
My blog
Tumblr
Amazon
Four Of My Favorite Words:
conundrum
pummeling
seriously
lush
Four of My Favorite Foods:
Pizza
Thai
Seafood
Chocolate
Four Things In My Purse:
Ipod
Nook
Lip Smackers Lip Gloss
Spearmint Ice Breakers
Four People I Want to Tag:
Benjamin
Gracen
Maggie
Wendi
If you’ve been tagged, make your own list and link back to this post. Have fun with it!
Monday, May 21, 2012
Simply Sexy Stories Welcomes Saranna DeWylde!
NG: I’m welcoming Saranna DeWylde on Simply Sexy Stories! Hi, Saranna!
SD: Hi, Nichelle. Thank you so much for having me.
NG: My pleasure! Let’s start with some Saranna DeWylde trivia questions! What’s your favorite time of day?
SD: Very early evening. I love it when the sky shifts from blue to almost purple, the moon is up, but so is the sun, and the temperature starts to drop just a bit.
NG: I love that too! What’s your favorite place to write?
SD: Somewhere, anywhere, with a door.
NG: LOL! What’s your favorite drink in the morning?
SD: Water, actually. I do love my caffeine, but when I first get up I love how a big, cold glass of water feels going down.
NG: Mmm...me too! What are you reading right now?
SD: The Feather Men (Killer Elite) by Ranulph Fiennes, and An American Radical by Susan Rosenberg.
NG: Do you have an e-reader? If so, tell me whether it was easy or difficult to adjust to reading digital books. Do you prefer paperbacks?
SD: I have an e-reader and I love it. I don’t think it was hard to adjust to reading digital because I was a freelance editor for ten years and I’m used to reading on a screen. I do still love my paperbacks. Any book that I fall in love with, I will still buy in paperback. Also, all of my research books are all print purchases. I love the smell of books, the weight of them in my hand, the sound the pages make when you turn them. I’m a complete bibliophile.
NG: You’ve been captured and your captor tells you to choose either your MP3 player or your e-reader...which one would you choose? J
SD: I don’t have an MP3 player. Although if I did, I would still choose my e-reader.
NG: What do you think is the biggest misconception about females writing in this genre?
SD: Oh, where do I start? From thinking that we’re all Whores of Babylon, or that we write one-handed while jilling off, to the belief that what we’re writing has no literary value—that we don’t go through the same character development and story arcs that any other writer does. Then there are those who think writing about sex is easy. It’s not. We have to pick and choose every word carefully to be sure we craft the right tone, atmosphere and fantasy for the characters and for the audience. The brain is the biggest sex organ and our job as writers is to engage it, stimulate it. That doesn’t happen without craft and dedication.
NG: * Applauding* Yes, so true and well said! Do the people in your life know about your writing? Are they supportive?
SD: They do. My husband has worked two jobs for most of our marriage to support my dreams of becoming a published author. My grandmother gave me my first Bertrice Small book and I know if she were still here, she’d be very proud of me and supportive.
NG: That's incredible and I know she'd be so proud of you, Saranna! What advice would you give to inspiring authors interested in penning successful erotic romances?
SD: Butt-in-chair. Write. Don’t edit until you’ve produced a draft. For erotic romances specifically, the sex should have a purpose and move the characters somewhere. If it’s banging for the sake of banging, your readers aren’t going to be invested. Part of what makes erotic romance hot is all the other messy stuff that goes along with sex. It’s not just explicit words, it’s how those explicit words change/move/motivate your characters.
NG: Yes! Great advice, Saranna! Okay, let's talk about your writing. Describe your writing process...are you a careful plotter or laid back pantster?
SD: A little of both, but mostly a pantster. I will write out a few basic points or motivations I want to keep in mind while writing, but otherwise, I like to discover what happens with my characters. Sometimes, I feel like I’m not writing the story. It already is, I’m just taking notes.
NG: How many hours a day do you try to commit to your manuscript?
SD: I work ten to twelve hours a day.
NG: Wow! I'm so jealous!! What’s your biggest distraction from focusing on your writing?
SD: Life? It’s so hard trying to find that balance and I’ve finally come to accept that it’s not a daily balance, but more like a monthly balance. I do have a lot of responsibilities that I didn’t necessarily sign up for, but these things are the right thing to do. Like caring for my bedridden mother-in-law. She needs care about every four hours. So, that’s a big one. Because writing isn’t a start/stop process. But I also learned that no one is going to give me time to write. It doesn’t work that way. If I want it, I have to take it.
NG: What are you working on for 2012?
SD: I’m in revisions now for my third book in my 10 Days series How To Seduce An Angel in 10 Days from Kensington Brava, edits for Furyous Ink which is my next Ellora’s Cave release, another nonfiction proposal I hope to start shopping in August or September, and completing another erotic piece called Night Train to Ostrava. I’m also working on promo for the 10 Days series books How To Lose A Demon in 10 Days and How to Marry A Warlock in 10 Days that release in September and October. Then promo for my memoir Sweet Hell on Fire that releases in November. My plate is blissfully full.
NG: Yes, it is! Goodness, girl, you're a busy lady! Let's talk about your latest release Lust and Other Drugs. What’s Lust and Other Drugs about?
SD: It’s about finding what you want right under your nose.
NG: What inspired you to pen this story?
SD: One of my favorite tropes to read about is best friends-to-lovers stories. Tension between characters is something I think is hotter than even the culmination and that situation is always rife with it.
NG: Delicious! Give me three reasons readers will love Lust and Other Drugs.
SD:
1. Anne is smart, a real woman you could and would be friends with.
2. Chase is the hottie next door we all crushed on.
3. It’s a story that will make you believe in a modern Happily Ever After.
NG: I love it! What's the one thing readers can always count on when picking up one of your books?
SD: A wild ride. What I write runs the gamut from light-hearted hijinks, to the darkest corners of imagination, but no matter where I go with my keyboard, you’ll feel every second right along with the characters.
NG: Thank you so much for coming on Simply Sexy Stories, Saranna, best wishes for all your endeavors in 2012!
SD: Thanks so much for having me, Nichelle. Best and brightest to you and yours for 2012 as well.
Now Anne can’t even look at him without imagining his big, hard…everything. Worse, she’s just become Chase’s new roommate. How can she possibly keep her hands off all that grade-A beefcake when it’s within arm’s reach? Does she even have to? A friends-with-benefits arrangement is looking more appealing by the second…
Starting with the world’s dirtiest dance, Anne and Chase’s physical relationship builds to the point of combustion. However, no-strings is harder than Anne ever imagined. Her lust for Chase is like a drug…but she’ll soon realize other, more complicated emotions are far more potent.
Anne agreed that she needed a man, but not just any man Gin could drag in off the street. She needed Chase Donovan.
And she was going to have him right now.
At least in effigy.
Her panties were so wet, clinging to her—the damp silk torture for her aching cunt. Every step she took, her jeans pushed the silk against her, just enough pressure to tease but not to bring any relief.
After Gin left, Anne pleaded fatigue and quickly retreated to her new bedroom. She made a frantic dive for the black overnight bag she’d stuffed full with all the things she’d need until she could get unpacked. Namely, a few days’ worth of clean clothes and her Bullet.
Anne couldn’t handle the Rabbit at the moment. She was too raw, too needy. The Bullet on the lowest setting would bring her some soothing although temporary relief. She slipped out of her jeans and under the covers.
After positioning the Bullet, she bit her lip and looked at her laptop. Did she dare? He was right outside the door in the living room. Or maybe he was in his room, filming. The very thought caused her breath to catch in her throat.
Yeah, she dared. Hell yeah, she did.
Anne yanked her laptop down onto the bed and pulled up Dreamed Desire. Chase’s shoots were on her favorites list and she opened the video of him jerking off. Sometimes she’d watch him when he was with women, but his solo act was the one that got her off every time.
She flipped the remote switch on the toy and the gentle buzz made her sigh. Anne let her hands wander her body, imagining they were Chase’s.
Just as the show was getting good—Chase was thrusting his hips up as he fucked his own fist—the rattle of the old knob on the door yanked her out of fantasy land and she slammed the lid down on the laptop just as the man himself crept into her room.
“Want me to tuck you in?” He gave her a lazy gin and then flopped on her bed, the mattress sagging under his weight and dumping her against him.
Dear God, he was on her bed!
While the Bullet was still on.
She fumbled beneath the covers but the goddamn remote was AWOL. Anne clenched her thighs tight to buffer the buzzing of the Bullet, both as soundproofing and to keep herself from orgasming until after he left.
But she had to admit that jilling off with him right there next to her had a certain bad-girl appeal.
“What are you doing?” He nodded to the computer. “Thought you were taking a nap.”
“If you thought I was sleeping, why did you come in and pester me?” She squirmed beneath her blanket, trying to reposition the Bullet but not tip him off to what exactly was going on under there.
God, but it feels so good.
He splayed his hand on her hip. “Come on, tell the truth. You were in here looking at porn.”
Her face flamed, but he couldn’t possibly know. Could he? No, he was just giving her shit. “I certainly was not. I’ll have you know I was reading Dakota Cassidy’s new book.”
“You wouldn’t tell me anyway. Haven’t you always said we don’t need to be that close?” His breath tickled her ear.
“It begs the question yet again, if you thought I was busy…” Anne trailed off, masking the gasp as the building pleasure in her cunt almost betrayed her.
“I thought you were never too busy for me?”
Her hips jerked involuntarily as her orgasm mounted. “Jesus, Chase! You’re tickling me.”
“Am I?” His voice sounded raspy for a moment, but it had to be her imagination. “Sorry.” He brushed his lips against her cheek in a familiar motion. “I’ll wake you up at six.”
She tried not to shiver at the caress. “You should get some rest too. You know Gin will want to stay until the place closes and you worked hard today.”
“Is that an invitation to nap with you?”
Oh sweet hell, yes!
No! The Bullet would buzz her clit right off if she didn’t let herself finish soon and get the damn thing out of her panties.
“No way are you hanging out in my bed. You haven’t even bought me dinner first. See, you move in with a guy and all the romance goes right out of the relationship.”
He laughed and got up. “That’s my Anne.”
Had his fingers lingered on her hip or had that been her imagination? It didn’t matter; the experience was being deposited directly into the spank bank. In fact, the whole encounter, him next to her in bed, was going into the vault.
Even after he left, the scent of him clung to her pillow. She loved the smell of his aftershave; it made her think of his square jaw, clean-shaven, and what it would look like with his mouth closed over her breast.
That image and the scent of him were what pushed her over the edge. She came, straining and arching against the stalwart little toy and wishing it was Chase.
Curious about Saranna DeWylde?
SD: Hi, Nichelle. Thank you so much for having me.
NG: My pleasure! Let’s start with some Saranna DeWylde trivia questions! What’s your favorite time of day?
SD: Very early evening. I love it when the sky shifts from blue to almost purple, the moon is up, but so is the sun, and the temperature starts to drop just a bit.
NG: I love that too! What’s your favorite place to write?
SD: Somewhere, anywhere, with a door.
NG: LOL! What’s your favorite drink in the morning?
SD: Water, actually. I do love my caffeine, but when I first get up I love how a big, cold glass of water feels going down.
NG: Mmm...me too! What are you reading right now?
SD: The Feather Men (Killer Elite) by Ranulph Fiennes, and An American Radical by Susan Rosenberg.
NG: Do you have an e-reader? If so, tell me whether it was easy or difficult to adjust to reading digital books. Do you prefer paperbacks?
SD: I have an e-reader and I love it. I don’t think it was hard to adjust to reading digital because I was a freelance editor for ten years and I’m used to reading on a screen. I do still love my paperbacks. Any book that I fall in love with, I will still buy in paperback. Also, all of my research books are all print purchases. I love the smell of books, the weight of them in my hand, the sound the pages make when you turn them. I’m a complete bibliophile.
NG: You’ve been captured and your captor tells you to choose either your MP3 player or your e-reader...which one would you choose? J
SD: I don’t have an MP3 player. Although if I did, I would still choose my e-reader.
NG: What do you think is the biggest misconception about females writing in this genre?
SD: Oh, where do I start? From thinking that we’re all Whores of Babylon, or that we write one-handed while jilling off, to the belief that what we’re writing has no literary value—that we don’t go through the same character development and story arcs that any other writer does. Then there are those who think writing about sex is easy. It’s not. We have to pick and choose every word carefully to be sure we craft the right tone, atmosphere and fantasy for the characters and for the audience. The brain is the biggest sex organ and our job as writers is to engage it, stimulate it. That doesn’t happen without craft and dedication.
NG: * Applauding* Yes, so true and well said! Do the people in your life know about your writing? Are they supportive?
SD: They do. My husband has worked two jobs for most of our marriage to support my dreams of becoming a published author. My grandmother gave me my first Bertrice Small book and I know if she were still here, she’d be very proud of me and supportive.
NG: That's incredible and I know she'd be so proud of you, Saranna! What advice would you give to inspiring authors interested in penning successful erotic romances?
SD: Butt-in-chair. Write. Don’t edit until you’ve produced a draft. For erotic romances specifically, the sex should have a purpose and move the characters somewhere. If it’s banging for the sake of banging, your readers aren’t going to be invested. Part of what makes erotic romance hot is all the other messy stuff that goes along with sex. It’s not just explicit words, it’s how those explicit words change/move/motivate your characters.
NG: Yes! Great advice, Saranna! Okay, let's talk about your writing. Describe your writing process...are you a careful plotter or laid back pantster?
SD: A little of both, but mostly a pantster. I will write out a few basic points or motivations I want to keep in mind while writing, but otherwise, I like to discover what happens with my characters. Sometimes, I feel like I’m not writing the story. It already is, I’m just taking notes.
NG: How many hours a day do you try to commit to your manuscript?
SD: I work ten to twelve hours a day.
NG: Wow! I'm so jealous!! What’s your biggest distraction from focusing on your writing?
SD: Life? It’s so hard trying to find that balance and I’ve finally come to accept that it’s not a daily balance, but more like a monthly balance. I do have a lot of responsibilities that I didn’t necessarily sign up for, but these things are the right thing to do. Like caring for my bedridden mother-in-law. She needs care about every four hours. So, that’s a big one. Because writing isn’t a start/stop process. But I also learned that no one is going to give me time to write. It doesn’t work that way. If I want it, I have to take it.
NG: What are you working on for 2012?
SD: I’m in revisions now for my third book in my 10 Days series How To Seduce An Angel in 10 Days from Kensington Brava, edits for Furyous Ink which is my next Ellora’s Cave release, another nonfiction proposal I hope to start shopping in August or September, and completing another erotic piece called Night Train to Ostrava. I’m also working on promo for the 10 Days series books How To Lose A Demon in 10 Days and How to Marry A Warlock in 10 Days that release in September and October. Then promo for my memoir Sweet Hell on Fire that releases in November. My plate is blissfully full.
NG: Yes, it is! Goodness, girl, you're a busy lady! Let's talk about your latest release Lust and Other Drugs. What’s Lust and Other Drugs about?
SD: It’s about finding what you want right under your nose.
NG: What inspired you to pen this story?
SD: One of my favorite tropes to read about is best friends-to-lovers stories. Tension between characters is something I think is hotter than even the culmination and that situation is always rife with it.
NG: Delicious! Give me three reasons readers will love Lust and Other Drugs.
SD:
1. Anne is smart, a real woman you could and would be friends with.
2. Chase is the hottie next door we all crushed on.
3. It’s a story that will make you believe in a modern Happily Ever After.
NG: I love it! What's the one thing readers can always count on when picking up one of your books?
SD: A wild ride. What I write runs the gamut from light-hearted hijinks, to the darkest corners of imagination, but no matter where I go with my keyboard, you’ll feel every second right along with the characters.
NG: Thank you so much for coming on Simply Sexy Stories, Saranna, best wishes for all your endeavors in 2012!
SD: Thanks so much for having me, Nichelle. Best and brightest to you and yours for 2012 as well.
NG: Thank you! :)
Blurb:
For months, Anne’s been indulging in a porn site that caters to women. She’s even got a favorite model, a hottie who gets her juices flowing every time. Until she finally sees his face—and discovers she’s been jilling off to videos of her lifelong best friend, Chase. Now Anne can’t even look at him without imagining his big, hard…everything. Worse, she’s just become Chase’s new roommate. How can she possibly keep her hands off all that grade-A beefcake when it’s within arm’s reach? Does she even have to? A friends-with-benefits arrangement is looking more appealing by the second…
Starting with the world’s dirtiest dance, Anne and Chase’s physical relationship builds to the point of combustion. However, no-strings is harder than Anne ever imagined. Her lust for Chase is like a drug…but she’ll soon realize other, more complicated emotions are far more potent.
Caution! Super Sexy Excerpt Below:
By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age.
An Excerpt From: LUST AND OTHER DRUGS
Copyright © SARANNA DEWYLDE, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
******
Anne agreed that she needed a man, but not just any man Gin could drag in off the street. She needed Chase Donovan.
And she was going to have him right now.
At least in effigy.
Her panties were so wet, clinging to her—the damp silk torture for her aching cunt. Every step she took, her jeans pushed the silk against her, just enough pressure to tease but not to bring any relief.
After Gin left, Anne pleaded fatigue and quickly retreated to her new bedroom. She made a frantic dive for the black overnight bag she’d stuffed full with all the things she’d need until she could get unpacked. Namely, a few days’ worth of clean clothes and her Bullet.
Anne couldn’t handle the Rabbit at the moment. She was too raw, too needy. The Bullet on the lowest setting would bring her some soothing although temporary relief. She slipped out of her jeans and under the covers.
After positioning the Bullet, she bit her lip and looked at her laptop. Did she dare? He was right outside the door in the living room. Or maybe he was in his room, filming. The very thought caused her breath to catch in her throat.
Yeah, she dared. Hell yeah, she did.
Anne yanked her laptop down onto the bed and pulled up Dreamed Desire. Chase’s shoots were on her favorites list and she opened the video of him jerking off. Sometimes she’d watch him when he was with women, but his solo act was the one that got her off every time.
She flipped the remote switch on the toy and the gentle buzz made her sigh. Anne let her hands wander her body, imagining they were Chase’s.
Just as the show was getting good—Chase was thrusting his hips up as he fucked his own fist—the rattle of the old knob on the door yanked her out of fantasy land and she slammed the lid down on the laptop just as the man himself crept into her room.
“Want me to tuck you in?” He gave her a lazy gin and then flopped on her bed, the mattress sagging under his weight and dumping her against him.
Dear God, he was on her bed!
While the Bullet was still on.
She fumbled beneath the covers but the goddamn remote was AWOL. Anne clenched her thighs tight to buffer the buzzing of the Bullet, both as soundproofing and to keep herself from orgasming until after he left.
But she had to admit that jilling off with him right there next to her had a certain bad-girl appeal.
“What are you doing?” He nodded to the computer. “Thought you were taking a nap.”
“If you thought I was sleeping, why did you come in and pester me?” She squirmed beneath her blanket, trying to reposition the Bullet but not tip him off to what exactly was going on under there.
God, but it feels so good.
He splayed his hand on her hip. “Come on, tell the truth. You were in here looking at porn.”
Her face flamed, but he couldn’t possibly know. Could he? No, he was just giving her shit. “I certainly was not. I’ll have you know I was reading Dakota Cassidy’s new book.”
“You wouldn’t tell me anyway. Haven’t you always said we don’t need to be that close?” His breath tickled her ear.
“It begs the question yet again, if you thought I was busy…” Anne trailed off, masking the gasp as the building pleasure in her cunt almost betrayed her.
“I thought you were never too busy for me?”
Her hips jerked involuntarily as her orgasm mounted. “Jesus, Chase! You’re tickling me.”
“Am I?” His voice sounded raspy for a moment, but it had to be her imagination. “Sorry.” He brushed his lips against her cheek in a familiar motion. “I’ll wake you up at six.”
She tried not to shiver at the caress. “You should get some rest too. You know Gin will want to stay until the place closes and you worked hard today.”
“Is that an invitation to nap with you?”
Oh sweet hell, yes!
No! The Bullet would buzz her clit right off if she didn’t let herself finish soon and get the damn thing out of her panties.
“No way are you hanging out in my bed. You haven’t even bought me dinner first. See, you move in with a guy and all the romance goes right out of the relationship.”
He laughed and got up. “That’s my Anne.”
Had his fingers lingered on her hip or had that been her imagination? It didn’t matter; the experience was being deposited directly into the spank bank. In fact, the whole encounter, him next to her in bed, was going into the vault.
Even after he left, the scent of him clung to her pillow. She loved the smell of his aftershave; it made her think of his square jaw, clean-shaven, and what it would look like with his mouth closed over her breast.
That image and the scent of him were what pushed her over the edge. She came, straining and arching against the stalwart little toy and wishing it was Chase.
* * * *
Lust and Other Drugs
is available now with Ellora's Cave!
Curious about Saranna DeWylde?
Check out her website: www.sarannadewylde.com
and her blog:
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Hump Day Reveries...
*sigh*
Is it Friday yet??
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