Week Sixteen – Destiny Dawn’s Blushing Apples

This week’s Friday Fun once again comes…from a guest!  Welcome author Destiny Dawn, who’s sharing  a bit from a new erotic short, Blushing Apples!

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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From The Back Cover: Elana really can’t help herself when she steals the first bite and it’s all downhill from there. After seeing the fruit every day, she thought one would be enough, but to her flustered surprise it’s not. All she can think about is the succulent apple in her hand and the taste across her lips. She hungers for more, and is willing to do anything for another taste. 

Warning: This book contains situations involving feeding and threesomes. This book is fully adult and contains graphic descriptions of sex. Please be aware of this when you purchase and enjoy a slice of devious pie without feeling guilty.

Excerpt

The bite of the apple was sweet and tangy in the back of her throat. Her teeth pressed through the thin skin and penetrated to the juice beneath. Elana closed her eyes and savored the taste, completely distracted as a couple drops had escaped her lips and trickled down her chin. Out in the warm sun, the taste of the fruit was perfect, the feeling slipping from her tongue, down her throat, and to her chest like the hands of a lover teasing at a night of passion.
Elana paused in the bite to lick her lips and marveled at the fact that her body was tingling from the taste. For a moment she remembered where she was, standing in an orchard picking apples and surrounded by other women. The trees were tall around her, their voluminous branches reaching across, shattering the hot sunlight around her, but not breaking up the oppressing heat. She could see several of the other women taking breaks to tie up their hair and duck into the shadows for a short cool breath.
Her own thick dress was already clinging to her pale skin with sweat, her long black hair starting to escape the cloth tied around her head, attempting to tame the tangled mess. Like them she was hot and sweaty, worn from an afternoon of work, but unlike them she’d given into temptation and stolen one of the apples from her work basket.
She’d tried to resist, tried to remind herself of the people around her and how they could turn to watch her at any moment.  Normally it wouldn’t have been an issue, but today it was just too much.  The sun was too high in the sky and the clothes wrapped around her body were too thick – a single refreshing bite had to be stolen.
Turning to hide her crime from the others in the shade of a particularly large tree, she took another bite. This time the wave of pleasure slipped embarrassingly between her legs and she shifted under her skirts, hoping no one noticed. She wasn’t supposed to be eating the apples here, much less be feeling like that. Luckily her skirts were long, full and dyed dark to hide the wear and tear of daily use.
No one would be able to see how she was pressing her thighs together, or how they were trembling at the thought of another bite. Swallowing the sounds she wanted to make, Elana set down her basket and tried to catch her breath. Around her the other women were filling their baskets and hadn’t noticed her stealing a fruit, at least not yet.
Tucking the fruit away she lifted her skirts and stepped off the path, ducking out of sight to find somewhere safe and private.

Want more? Try this teaser of next week’s Friday Fun, from Briana Lawrence’s  Lemon Wedges

“Stephen?”
The apartment is blessfully quiet with no signs of his roommate anywhere. He knocks on Stephen’s bedroom door to make sure. “You in there?”
Nothing. With the coast clear Kaeden goes to his bedroom and kicks off his work shoes. His feet are thankful for it, but the best is yet to come…

Find Blushing Apples here, and catch up with Destiny Dawn at www.sewntogetherreflections.com! On Facebook? Follow her at www.facebook.com/destinydawnauthor

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Week Fifteen – Riley Long’s Group Effort

This week’s Friday Fun comes…from a guest!  Welcome author Riley Long, who’s sharing  a bit from a new erotic short, Group Effort!

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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From The Back Cover: Andrew Collins hates the boredom of working as a mail clerk. It doesn’t help that Andrew’s domineering boss, Cole Whitfield, enjoys making him miserable. When Cole catches him being naughty on the job, Andrew is faced with a choice, spend one night as the entertainment for Cole and his friends or look for another job. Can Andrew handle four men at once or will he run from the chance at a night he’ll never forget?

Excerpt

Cole’s eyes fluttered closed and he sighed deeply. “The rest of you may make yourselves comfortable as well.” Without hesitation, the other men disrobed, each folding his clothes and leaving them on the floor.

“You never fail to bring home the good ones, Cole,” Vince said as he tugged his shirt over his head. “This one’s so pretty and young. You sure he’s legal?”

Andrew’s stomach lurched with the realization that he wasn’t the first. I wonder if he does this often.

Cole rolled his eyes. “Vince, do you honestly think I’d invite someone to be our guest if I weren’t one hundred percent sure of his legality?”

Vince laughed. “Come on, Cole, just kidding. No reason to get all lawyer-y on me. We all know you’ve got the biggest dick, no need to show it off.” Andrew liked Vince, his sassiness towards Cole something Andrew had never seen before. It gave him just a bit of courage that he would be able to stand up to Cole if necessary.

Derrick spoke up. “Don’t go getting him all worked up, Vince. You know how he gets when he’s annoyed. Cole might just leave you out of the party all together.” He was rubbing himself as he moved to stand next to Vince. Derrick leaned against Vince’s back gently, dipped his head down to kiss Vince’s neck. Vince squirmed underneath Derrick pleasantly, tilted his head away, baring his neck. It was a clear gesture of “more, please.”

“And that would be a problem. Shutting up now,” Vince said, grinning. He tossed a wink in Andrew’s direction, and reached down to stroke himself once as Derrick continued to kiss his neck. Andrew couldn’t tell what Vince was trying to say, but whatever it was, he knew he liked it.

Michael gathered everyone’s clothes and moved them to a chair. He seemed to beCole’s assistant, because he then rummaged through a bag and pulled out several bottles of lube and left them on the nightstand. “Everyone ready?” The men around the room murmured their assent.

Cole climbed on the bed and crawled up to Andrew. He straddled Andrew’s lap and ran his hand lightly along the length of Andrew’s raging erection which was standing straight up between them. “You do clean up nicely, young Mr. Collins.”

Andrew flushed at the compliment. “Thank you, sir.”

Whitfield took that opportunity to begin kissing Andrew again, pulling him close. After a moment, he broke away, and Michael was there to take his place.Andrew pulled away for a moment’s hesitation.

“Your choice, Andrew,” came the whispered encouragement from Cole.

Want more? Find Group Effort here, and catch up with Riley Long at www.rileylongwrites.com!

Week Fourteen – The Other Alpha

This bit  of erotica comes from the first draft of my newest erotic short ! This time that’s The Other Alpha, scheduled for release October 1st! This is the first excerpt available anywhere, so…have fun with it! 

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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Niketas stayed very still while Stelios hovered over him and started to wrap the ropes around his shoulders and his back. His movements were careful, slow, methodical, every knot laid precisely where he wanted it. He wrapped smooth curls of rope around his shoulders, then down over his breastbone and around his chest.

Once he got use to the slow movements, the soft rub of the rope against his skin, it was easy to fall into the rhythm of Stelios’ movements. Around his arms, left…right…left, then right again…around his chest, and he sucked in a little breath when Stelios rolled the rope over his nipples.

Down, the rope around him, around the pillar behind him, diamonds of silk separated by knots over his pecs and down his chest and across his abs. Stelios paused then and stepped back, staring at him critically. “Try to move now.”

Niketas strained, pulled forward, testing, then jerked against the ropes holding him against the pillar. He’d thought he would be able to get free, it was only ropes after all, but there were so many of them wrapped around him, and he was bound so tightly to the pillar all he could do was rock forward a half inch or so.

He struggled in vain, but the more he tried to twist his arms free the tighter the ropes around his chest held him, and when he pulled at those the ropes holding his wrists behind his back, tied to his waist, made him arch more against the pillar behind him.

He growled, tugged harder, harder, until he was panting, sweaty, aggravated and angry. “Let me go – goddamn it, I don’t want to be -”

“Really? Because your cock is dripping all over the floor, Niketas.”

He dropped his eyes, and stared at his own erection as if it was betraying him. Fucking god it was true, he was leaking all over the place. Stelios grabbed him by the jaw and forced him to look into his face.

“I don’t like you lying to me. I don’t like you telling me you don’t want this when you do. If you really want out – if you want to go back to Luka and stay on that damned mountain and never find out why you’re here, I will let you go. I’m giving you a safe word, you understand? Not stop, not ‘no more’, not please. Let’s say…umbrella.”

Niketas snorted, and Stelios shrugged. “Not something you’re likely to shout at me no matter how much I take you, is it. So? It counts now – if you really want me to stop, tell me and I’ll let you go before I really get started.”

Niketas felt his flush spreading, down, down, from his cheeks to his chest. He couldn’t say it. He didn’t want to stop. Stelios had barely started, and he thought maybe…maybe his idea of punishment would involve taking his cock. He wanted it, and if he let Stelios do what he wanted… Anyway, he didn’t think he had a choice – not between what Luka had told him and Stelios’ desire to keep him here.

“No it’s – it’s fine. For now, anyway.”

“For now, hm? Good.” Then he reached for the trailing ends of the rope, tugged the last knot into place below his navel, then started to wrap the rope around the base of his cock, down around his balls and under, up over his buttocks and back into another loop around his waist. Niketas jerked and swore, then groaned.

“’S tight – Stelios…ohhhng. Fuck.” Warm and rough, Stelios’ fingers teased the tip of his cock, smeared his slick around over the head and down as he stroked. “Oh – oh don’t stop, fuck that’s good -” There was something amused in Stelios’ expression, and Niketas didn’t understand, didn’t care.

He lay his head back, closed his eyes and thrust back as much as he could into Stelios’ hand. He’d had plenty of women touch him before, but no men, and he liked the difference more than he’d thought he would, the rough way Stelios gripped him, stroked and twisted his wrist around the tip of his cock.

He liked the ropes, the way they held him – they way they kept him still and the way they rubbed against his skin and the way Stelios had tied them. “God so good, so good, I can’t -”

“It’s supposed to be. Now…” He walked across the room to one of the bureaus but only crouched and opened a drawer. Niketas couldn’t even turn his head enough to see what was inside, but he had his suspicions.

He couldn’t tell what Stelios had brought back with him, but his fist was closed around something, and Niketas only jumped a little when Stelios came back and he felt warm, slick fingers between his buttocks, over and around his hole, barely pressing inside. Then one dipped in, pressed deeper, curled inside him as Stelios fucked him with it and Niketas bucked up, then pressed back against the penetration. He moaned, spread his legs wider, and Stelios chuckled.

“You like that? You like my fingers inside you?”

“Yes -”

“Oh? I thought I was going to get more denials.”

“No, I – I want -”

“I don’t care what you want, you’re going to take what I give you.”

 

Drips, Drabs, And Drops

I was recently tagged in the 7-7-7 challenge by the estimable Jette Harris, and (being slow) I’m only now following through! The point of this little meander is to post seven lines from the seventh page of a WIP, then tag seven other authors to do the same thing. 

While I try to figure out if I actually know seven authors (other than the ones who were tagged with me), enjoy these sets of seven lines from the seventh pages of a few recent releases…and one WIP! 

Anna In August: Luka’s Pack #1

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The road was long and dark and the moon was rising and want…was a living thing. She looked at his back in front of her and slipped her hands down from his chest to the hard ridges of his abdomen, then down to his thighs and gripped them. A ripple of heat tightened her up inside, stroked over her clit, and Anna licked her lips.

“I want…” But her murmur fell to silence. What was she thinking? This wasn’t the time or place for words.

 

Sophie In September: Luka’s Pack #2

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Then—buckle. Belt.

Sophie licked her lips and almost looked away, but he was undoing the button of his jeans, the zipper, and she could only stare as he pulled them open over his cock and pushed them down his hips. There was nothing under them but naked flesh gone to hard shadow in the moonlight. Despite what she’d said, Sophie rarely photographed people—but right now, staring at him, she saw the hard, perfect image of a beast trapped in the body of a man. Her fingers itched for a camera…and to touch.

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“Hello, xiaofan.”

He reached out a hand to touch her cheek, and she didn’t move, though her answer was defiant and breathless.

“That isn’t – that’s not my name.”

He smiled for her, and though he could make it gentle, he couldn’t take the teeth from it, or the desire. “Is that really true?”

She said nothing, as if she sensed that anything she said might be used against her, but that wasn’t enough to protect her. Yun took two swift steps toward her, closing the last of the distance between them. He wondered why this woman didn’t see what was on his face and run.

Week Thirteen – Sophie By The Sea

This bit  of erotica comes from my newest erotic short, Sophie By The Sea, a fun little experiment with a shark shifter! Why let land predators have all the fun?

Sophie By The Sea is out now, and this is the first excerpt available anywhere, so…have fun with it! 

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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You are my woman. I will give you what you want, and what you need. And I will take from you, yes, but only the same for myself. Don’t you trust me, Sophie?

It felt like the most dangerous question she had ever been asked, but there was only one answer. ‘Yes. Yes! Or I wouldn’t be here, or I – but please, won’t you tell me…

What I want? You already know what I want, woman.

Sophie traced his lean muscles with her gaze and felt them as if they were beneath her fingers – shoulders, chest, abdomen, buttocks, thighs. She stared at his cock as it stiffened, reddened and drew up against his belly

Oh yes, oh yes, she knew what he wanted – or at least, she knew now, and had been hoping. She didn’t resist when pressed flush against her and kissed her again – instead, she melted into his embrace and twined her legs around his legs.

His cock pressed hard and throbbing against her, and Theron rocked against her as he slid his hands along her arms, over her shoulders and up her neck to her face. He followed her pulse down her throat with curious fingers, then stroked Sophie’s collarbone, and across the curves of it to her chest.

As if testing their weight, he lifted her breasts in his hands, then brushed his thumbs over the tips of her nipples and smiled when she sucked in a little gasp. She tasted salt – and then Theron.

He held her still while he bent his head and kissed her, and Sophie stared up into his eyes. They were even brighter underwater, the indefinable something that so attracted her was infinitely more focused. Sophie moaned against his mouth, relaxed against him and gave in completely.

Her desire and her submission were both open in her thoughts, and he must have seen them there because he pulled back from her instantly, but only enough that he could get his mouth on her nipples. He sucked at them, bit hard enough to make Sophie buck her hips against him and moan, but not hard enough to hurt.

You like the sharp edges, Sophie? Between pleasure, and pain.

Yes…

Theron slid his mouth over her skin and bit at her breasts, her nipples. He crawled his fingers down her body, over the softness below her breasts, over her belly, down to her hips. He wrapped his arms around her then and squeezed her buttocks with both hands, and though there was no moan in the underwater silence, his lust and approval slashed across her thoughts with the same piercing ease as his words.

He desired her, really, truly desired her. The more he touched her mind the more she learned the truth of it, how passion had driven him across the sea, following her. The night that was her “night of the wolves” was his “night of Sophie”, and the thought was enough to stoke the already sweltering fire burning in her blood.

Want more? Pick up Sophie By The Sea here today!