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Week Twenty One – Raven Dark’s Doing Wright

For this week’s Friday Fun, we have another guest! Say hello to Raven Dark, who’s stopping by with an excerpt from the first part of her completed “Teach Me” series, Doing Wright

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

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From The Back Cover: 19 year old Jacy is a college girl with a wild and wicked streak. She’s always had a penchant for older men, so it’s no surprise she’d fantasize about being taken by her professor in every possible way. Then again, her imagination’s always gotten her into trouble. 

When the sinfully gorgeous Mr. Wright shows up at her door one night, she’s sure she can tempt the brooding alpha male into taking control and claiming what he needs, but at what price? 

He’ll give her a night she’ll never forget, but she’s been to this party before with disastrous results. Will their tryst be the best night of her life, or the worst mistake she’s ever made?

Excerpt

Someone pounded on the front door and Jacy jumped. Who would be knocking on her parents’ door this time of night?

Downstairs, she looked through the glass in the door. Her breath caught, heat spreading through her like lava. Professor Wright stood on her front porch, holding up her schoolbag.

Jacy opened the door.

“You left this behind. Again, Miss Davidson.”

She swallowed. He was here. Standing right in front of her in all his glory. His dark blond hair glowed golden in porch light, and he took up the whole doorway. Even with that permanent scowl, like he was always on the verge of slamming a ruler on a desk, he was still delicious. In fact, that cool, hard look only made her wonder how his palm would feel smacking her backside.

Crap. Already, her mind was spinning, trying to come up with a way to get him in her house. Anything to end up alone with him.

Before she could say something catastrophically stupid, Jacy snatched the bag out of his hand. “Th—thank you, Professor.”

For an instant, their fingers brushed and heat raced up her arm. The electricity only underscored how dangerous it was for her to be around him now. She stepped back from the door, ready to shut it in his face.

“You might want to consider another excuse to see me, Miss Davidson. Leaving your bag behind three times? You’re getting obvious.”

Jacy’s jaw dropped. Mortification and indignation tore into her. How dare he! She hadn’t left her bag on purpose just for an excuse to see him. She hadn’t. Had she?

“It was only twice, sir. And don’t flatter yourself. I’m a busy student. I forget things.”

His eyes danced with rare amusement. The curve of a smile on his well-shaped mouth almost looked out of place. It gave him a charming, roguish look, much less imposing. Her bare feet curled on the tile floor.

“Right. See you tomorrow in class. Nice dress, by the way.”

Jacy huffed at his arrogance. The compliment sent an unwelcome shockwave through her. She would have shut the door on him, but her indignation wouldn’t allow him to walk off without cutting him down to size.

“You’re the one who drove an hour out here to drop off a student’s bag. Are you sure you didn’t just want to see me, sir?”

Holy shit. Had she actually said that? Ground, swallow me now.

But Wright turned and that curve on his mouth deepened. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Miss Davidson?”

She stared. It wasn’t a denial. His gaze took in her shape, the way the bodice of her dress cupped her generous breasts, the way it flared at her curvy hips.

She needed to say something, anything to slice that arrogance in half, but nothing came.

“Good night, Miss Davidson.”

Son of a bitch. Her muscles coiled tight with every step he took down the stairs. She pushed out a breath.

“You came here for more than my bag, Professor, and you know it.”

A soft chuckle drifted up from him. Then he turned and stalked back up the steps, stopping so close she could feel the heat of him. He loomed darkly over her.

“Get inside, young lady.”

When she lifted her chin, he leaned in, so close his breath fanned her face. It smelled faintly of the peppermint gum he always had on his desk.

“It’s not safe for a girl like you to be out here at night. The big, bad wolf might eat you.”

Want more? Pick up Doing Wright here!

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Guest Author Jamie Steele: Provocateur

This week, I’m sharing a bit of steamy Sunday fun from a new guest! Welcome author Jamie Steele, who is sharing a bit from their new release, Provocateur.  

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Author Bio: Jamie is an international author of mystery. Originally born in the quiet country of New Zealand Jamie packed their bags and headed towards the bright lights of London.
Published author by night and superhero by day Jamie is always up to no good.

Come read Provocateur and enter the mind and world of London’s underground.

Excerpt

Carter strained beneath him. He was already close to losing control, barely able to think. His cock strained painfully against the confines of his pants, and he wanted nothing more than to be flipped onto his knees and fucked. Hard, fast and brutal. Carter moaned as Brandon’s mouth once again moved over his face and neck. He was moving slowly, too slowly, as if they had all the time in the world, and as if Carter wasn’t about to come, untouched like a sixteen year old during his first time. Brandon’s cock twitching at the sound of his voice, his hips rubbing against Carter’s. “Christ” Carter whispered hoarsely.
“You like that?” Brandon chuckled. His hands moved down to the trailing ends of Carter’s shirt, undoing each of the tiny grey buttons. Ever so gently, Brandon untied his hands before swiftly removing his shirt, and retying him once again to the headboard. Brandon’s mouth and tongue explored the crevices of Carter’s muscles, slowly, lightly, tormenting him with each touch. Carter’s body stood tense and ready, electrified by the loss of sight and touch, trying to guess where Brandon’s lips would caress him next.

Instinctively, Carter’s hips widened, as he pressed himself higher, pushing his crotch closer to Brandon’s and allowing the other man to sink into the space, as his hands once again crept further down his body. He felt Brandon’s soft hands work at the button of his jeans, a fingertip, a knuckle, grazing against his smooth belly. Too slow, Carter thought as he pressed against his touch again, more desperate this time, Brandon’s thumbs tracking the deep V above his hips.

With deft movement, Brandon lifted Carter’s ass, and slid down his jeans. His mouth pressing lightly against the large bulge in Carter’s boxer briefs, teasing him through the fabric. “Please” he heard Carter moan underneath him. Agonisingly slowly, he freed Carter, sliding his underwear down his legs and off before running his hand gently down his silky cock, hard beneath his hand. “Impressive” he whispered against the the skin of Carter’s belly. Swirling his tongue over the tip, he felt Carter raise his hips to meet his mouth. With a burst of speed, Brandon moved faster, taking more of Carter into his mouth. His tongue swirling patterns against him, sucking gently. With one hand focused on the task at hand, Brandon fumbled with his own belt, unable to take the constrains of his own clothing against him.

Carter was on fire, with the loss of his sight, every sense was intensified a hundred times. When he felt his cock enter the warm, wet heat of Brandon’s mouth, his control slipped. His hips bucked to meet him, Brandon’s tongue gliding over him with expertise. He was desperate to touch him, to feel the heat of his skin on his hands. To feel the softness of Brandon’s skin against his, to stroke what he was sure was a fantastic cock. To taste him again. He could hear the distant rustle as Brandon freed himself from his own clothing.

Want more? Try this teaser of next week’s Friday Fun, from  my own new erotic short, Otavia In October!

Otavia licked her lips, breathless. He wanted her. Wanted to share her with his pack. A sudden image assaulted her, of herself on her knees with Luka behind her, Ares in her mouth and more men around her. She rubbed her thighs together and shivered. That was—god. But she couldn’t say yes, how could she say yes?

“I can’t, I cant.”

“What if I gave you an excuse, Otavia? What if I said it was the price for your freedom?”

Ohh.” It was almost a moan, and it escaped her before she could help herself. He chuckled, and before she could even think of moving Luka had her pinned between himself and Ares.

Find Provocateur here!

Week Nineteen – First Nights

For this week’s Friday Fun, it’s back to my own recent releases! As promised, have a taste of First Nights, which will be out as soon as Amazon approves! 

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

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From The Back Cover: A single day spent in the throes of passion is enough to convince Stelios that his brother’s omega, Niketas, is more than worth keeping around. Stelios may only be Niketas’ other Alpha, but he’s still the only man Niketas has ever had for a lover., and there’s something more than pleasing about teaching him the limits of his own body.

Niketas isn’t concerned with limits – he just wants Stelios. After so long pointlessly lusting after Luka, he’s more than willing to try everything Stelios has to offer him.

Their first nights together will be an exploration of pleasure…and perhaps of something more. They come from different worlds, and it might not be a good idea, but it seems like neither one can keep from getting attached.

Excerpt

Stelios was so hot. So hot, and the head of his cock was smooth as satin on Niketas’ tongue. Niketas had thought there would be some flavor, like the scent of his skin, but everything had been washed away by the water. Stelios leaned back against the edge of the tub and let Niketas take more of his cock into his mouth, and more – god there was no way he was going to be able to take it all, but he wanted to and he didn’t even know why. He tried to remember what women had done to him, what felt good, or what he’d wanted, then pulled up and curled his tongue around the head of Stelios’ cock.

Stelios sucked in a breath, and Niketas was surprised at the instant pulse of heat that flickered to life in his belly. He did it again, wanted to make Stelios moan for him, then sucked him down harder, licked the length of his cock and tried to take more than before. He choked a little, then lifted his head to take a breath and tried again – god so much cock, there was no way, no way, but he wanted it, wanted to-

Stelios reached out and pulled his hair, tugged his head back until Niketas only had the head of his cock in his mouth, could look up and meet his eyes. “If you want to take it all, I’ll help you. But you don’t have to. I know it’s your first time.”

His cock twitched a little on Niketas’ tongue as he said that, got even harder, and Niketas felt himself flushing. He rolled his tongue around the tip and oh that was it. There was the taste of him, salt and Stelios.

So good. He tastes so –

Niketas tried more tongue, sucked harder, took Stelios deeper into his mouth with every stroke, then pulled up again. Oh yeah. He lifted his mouth off and licked wetness from the tip of Stelios’ cock, then did it all over again.

“Fuck, look at you. You like the taste of me, Niketas?”

Niketas flushed darker, scowled and looked up at Stelios anyway. “So what if I do, I-”

“Gorgeous. No idea what you look like, do you? On your knees for me, licking my cock like that. Just for the taste of me.” He tugged at Niketas’ hair, then leaned back again, shifted his hips so more of his cock stood out from the water. “Well? Go on. You looked like you were having fun.”

“Yeah. I mean – yes, Sir.”

“Better. Now, get your mouth back on my cock.”

Niketas wrapped his lips around the tip, licked all over then took him deeper and moaned softly as Stelios pulled his hair. Despite the fact that he’d come what – three times? Four? – while Stelios was fucking him, while he’d been tied up, Niketas felt his cock twitching against his thigh, getting harder while he sucked. God, what was wrong with him?

Submissive.

The word echoed in the voices of both his Alphas, Luka’s amusement and Stelios’ desire.

Was this what it meant, too? Not just liking the way Stelios tied him up, kept him from coming – liking to be on his knees for him? Wanting the taste of him…wanting his moans, his heavy breaths. Fuck.

Niketas shifted and almost reached for his own cock, but he knew without even asking that Stelios wouldn’t allow that. Instead he sucked harder, licked under the head where he knew he liked to be teased himself and tightened his grip on Stelios’ thighs when Stelios groaned and thrust up into his mouth.

“Knew you’d be – good with that mouth. More tongue, yes, like that. Just like that. Can you take more?”

Niketas moaned, sucked harder and took another inch, then another, choked and had to pull back. Then Stelios’ hands were in his hair, guiding him as he gave soft instructions. “Relax. Relax your throat or you won’t be able to take it. Better. Now swallow. Swallow. Yes. Enough now , back up – oh that’s good. So good with your tongue. Take it again for me, just like that.”

He moved his hands lightly through Niketas’ hair, barely pulling, almost a caress. Niketas moaned and obeyed, and this time took Stelios’ cock deeper, more than half, before he had to pull back again and take a breath. He kept doing that, again, and again, until Stelios tightened a fist in his hair and swore.

“Fuck. So good. Gonna come in your mouth – is that what you want, Niketas?”

“Mmm – mmmm.” He wanted to taste it, wanted to feel Stelios come and know he’d done it, wanted to hear him moaning – wanted to taste it. He sucked harder, pointed the tip of his tongue and traced over and over that sensitive spot just under the head of Stelios’ cock, and got just what he’d wanted.

He groaned loud and his fingers went tight in Niketas’ hair, held him still while Stelios bucked his hips up again and again, fucking into his mouth as he came. Sweet. Salt. Bitter. Stelios. Niketas shuddered, licked all around the tip of Stelios’ cock and swallowed him down again, wanting more – more.

He sucked and a last few drops spilled hot onto his tongue, but he didn’t lift his mouth away until Stelios pulled him back by his hair.

“Stop that, before I make you do it all again.”

“I’ll do it again -”

His breathing was unsteady and heavy, his voice more eager than his words, but he didn’t care. Stelios chuckled, reached down and wiped under Niketas’ bottom lip with his thumb.

“Yes, you will.”

Niketas licked at his thumb, sucked a drop of come off it and was surprised at Stelios’ sudden growl, the heat of his mouth pressed against Niketas’. Stelios kissed him harder, deeper, fucked his mouth with his tongue and never mind that Niketas had to taste like nothing but him. It was almost like he –

“Taste so good, Niketas. Even better with me on your tongue.”

“You – you like that?” He panted against Stelios’ mouth as he kissed him again.

“Yes. But that’s enough of that for now, I brought you in here to clean you up and look you over, not make more of a mess out of you. Not tonight, anyway.”

“O-Oh.”

Stelios laughed at him again. “Too eager for your own good, aren’t you? Get over here.” He made room on the ledge beside him, and Niketas sat and endured Stelios’ examination without complaint. His wrists, his back, the line of bites along his throat, still radiating heat – then Stelios slid a hand down, cupped his ass and squeezed.

“Stand up for me now. Hands against the wall, and bend over so I can look at that tight little hole of yours.”

Niketas swallowed once, stood slowly and turned his back to Stelios, then leaned over as he’d been told. Stelios’ hands were on his ass almost immediately, squeezing him, then holding him open. “Ropes didn’t chafe at all. Good.” Then one hand let go and Niketas moaned as Stelios traced a finger over his hole, circled it and pressed barely inside him.

“A little red, but that’s not bad. Are you hurting any?”

“No, god I – it doesn’t…hurt.”

Stelios let go of him and smacked him once, just sharp enough to sting. “Good. Wash up now.” Niketas sucked in a breath and stayed where he was for another moment, but Stelios was already sloshing to his feet. “Didn’t hear me? Wash up, I said. I want you scrubbed up good for me.”

“Alright, alright, I -”

“What was that?”

“I – I mean, yes, Sir.”

Despite what he’d said, by the time Niketas was cleaned up and Stelios was ready to get out of the water, the long soak had reduced his desire to a low ebb. He was tired, exhausted, wanted to curl up in a warm corner of furs somewhere and…

“What do you want for dinner?”

“Dinner -”

“You’ve gotta be hungry by now.”

Niketas rubbed his eyes, shook his head and yawned as he stood, sloshing, and climbed out of the tub. “Um…food’s…yeah.” He accepted a towel from Stelios and was surprised at how warm it was – fancy stuff all over. “Guess I’m hungry but it’s not like I’m used to having a whole lotta choices. Just whatever we hunted, so-”

“I know what life’s like with a pack, Niketas, you don’t have to tell me. Knowing is why I live here.” The corners of his lips twitched up for just a moment. “Alright, I don’t feel like going out – I’ll call in steaks, you just want the meat or something else too?”

Niketas lifted an eyebrow. “Place like this and you do your own cooking?”

“As if. Kitchen’s downstairs – Andrei cooks. So what do you want?”

The faintest flush colored Niketas’ cheeks, and he shrugged in embarrassment. “I don’t really – just – whatever you’re having’s fine.”

Stelios looked at him, then grinned and shook his head. “You…are…I don’t even know what you are. What are you blushing for now?”

“I’m not—”

“You are.” Stelios wrapped his towel around his waist, then reached out and stroked his thumbs over Niketas’ cheeks. “You are. Thinking dirty thoughts again?”

“No, I – Look, I just don’t really know what I’m doing here, alright? I don’t fit this kinda place, I don’t…I’m scared to touch anything in case I break it, probably cost more’n my life’s worth – damn towel probably did, fuck.” He cinched it as he spoke, and glared up as Stelios chuckled at him.

Cute. But why do you think any of that matters to me? You think I don’t know that? I just told you, I know what it’s like living with a pack.” He grabbed hold of Niketas’ towel and jerked him close, mouthed at his throat, nuzzled his cheek then kissed him. “You’re here…mm.” Another kiss, deeper, and then he pulled back again.

“You’re here because Luka thought you needed to be punished. Because he thought I’d be good for you. You’re staying because I think he was right…a little. And because I think you’ll be good for me.”

He bit Niketas’ lip, licked up his moan and kissed him again. “Because I like the way you moan for me, the way you open up for me – the way you try to defy me and then beg for me. And it’s all just for me, only for me – nobody else has ever had you.”

“Luka—”

“Wasn’t your lover, and he’s never going to be.”

Niketas dropped his gaze. That stung, no matter how true it was, but Stelios tilted his head back up again and forced him to meet his eyes.

“Am I not good enough, is that it? You want to go back to your pack, your Alpha?” He looked…almost resigned, as if he actually thought that was what Niketas was thinking, but the blue of his eyes was burning cerulean bright. Niketas sucked in a breath and shook his head.

“No, no. You’re – good enough, more than good enough, I’m the one that’s – don’t you get it, that’s why I – no, you’re – my Alpha too. My Alpha.” There was hardly any space between them anyway, but Niketas pressed himself tight against Stelios chest, wrapped an arm around the back of his neck and kissed him.

It was only once he’d done it that he realized he hadn’t kissed Stelios before on his own initiative – he’d never kissed any man like this before. Another first for Stelios, then.

He snickered a little, and Stelios pulled back to give him a questioning look. “’S my first kiss – well, first one I ever gave to a man, anyway. You-mmph!” Stelios slammed him back against the wall, but it was the cold damp of the tile that shocked the breath out of him, and the heated intensity of Stelios’ mouth as he kissed him quiet.

“Do you know what that does? Do you know what that does to me? All your firsts.”

Stelios kissed him again, then again, deep and hot. When he stopped Niketas caught himself on the edge of a whimper, because he didn’t want him to stop, but Stelios smirked at him even though he’d managed to keep back the sound.

“Cute. Get dressed, I’ll call down for dinner.

Niketas stared at him as he strode out of the bathroom and turned the corner into his bedroom, then scowled and stalked back to the playroom where he’d left his clothes.

He muttered to himself as he pulled his shirt on and scowled as the silk stuck to his skin. “Cute, he says. The fuck, I’m not – seriously? Fuckin’ -”

I can still hear you, Niketas.”

The words floated down the hall toward him, and Niketas jerked his head up, flushing even though there was no one there.

Want more? Pick up First Nights tomorrow!

Week Eighteen – The Other Alpha

For this week’s Friday Fun, it’s back to my own recent releases! As promised, have a taste of The Other Alpha

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

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From The Back Cover: Luka’s been having difficulty with one of his pack – the one who should be the least likely member to cause trouble. His omega, Niketas, has grown suddenly defiant. A little observation is enough to convince him that the problem is a feeling, or at least a desire. Niketas wants Luka for a lover…but Luka has no interest in men. Enter Stelios, Luka’s solution to his pack problem.
Stelios is Luka’s twin, but the two are almost opposites. Stelios is rich, a business man with his own company. He lives in the city, away from the mountains Luka and his pack prefers…and Stelios does like men. When Luka’s omega turns out to be a stunning, dark haired submissive with no idea what submissive really means, Stelios is caught.
There can be pleasure in punishment, but Stelios will only take as much as Niketas is willing to give. Can Niketas get over his fixation with Luka enough to give in to what he really wants? Or will pride keep him from submitting to this other Alpha?

Excerpt

Luka’s brother turned and glanced at him, a glance that became a slow, smoldering stare. He looked Niketas up and down, and Niketas felt every place his eyes lingered—the hard bulge of his cock in his jeans, his fists clenched by his thighs, the lip he was biting…

Then he looked into Niketas’ eyes, and despite himself Niketas couldn’t defy him directly any more than he could defy Luka.

He whined softly, tilted back his throat and cast his gaze off to the side—and then, much to his surprise, felt a wet, hot lick of tongue go up his throat. Then teeth, pressed gently into his skin, holding him still and arousing him beyond belief.

Luka had never done that to him while he was still in a man’s shape, no one had. Niketas moaned before he could stop himself, pressed his hips up and then froze as he felt an erection even thicker than his own pressing right back against his cock.

He sucked in a breath, heard Luka laughing in the background while a warm hand took hold of his chin and forced him to look into blue, burning eyes. “Well, aren’t you something. Niketas, are you? I’m Stelios.”

“I know that—”

Good.”

He bent over Niketas’ mouth and kissed him. Niketas gasped in surprise. He’d never kissed a man before, and Stelios had Luka’s blue eyes, yes, but with a fire in them that promised much more than just a kiss even as he deepened it. Niketas opened his mouth when Stelios licked his lips, accepted Stelios’ tongue and moaned at the hot touch of it on his tongue, against the roof of his mouth. His eyes drifted closed, and he started to reach up, wrap his arms around broad, hot shoulders.

Stelios pulled back, and left Niketas standing alone in the middle of the room, flushed and harder than he’d ever been in his life.

“You see what I mean?” It was Luka’s voice, and Niketas couldn’t help looking over at him. “He’s perfect for you, Stelios. He wants me too much, and I can’t keep—”

“Tell me you haven’t been trying to punish him the pack way.” Stelios’ amusement was obvious, and Niketas stared straight at the floor. Luka cleared his throat, and Stelios started laughing. “Well done, little brother. Well done. I’m sure that made him want you so much less. All right, I’ll take him off your hands. For a while, anyway. Until I decide if I really like him or not.”

Niketas scowled and looked up, but Luka was just nodding, zipping up his jacket, turning for the—door? “Luka, don’t just—you can’t just leave me here with him!”

“Yes, I can. I’m Alpha, remember? And I already told you, as far as you’re concerned, so is Stelios.”

Want more? Pick up The Other Alpha here!

Week Seventeen – Briana Lawrence’s Lemon Wedges

This week’s Friday Fun once again comes…from a guest!  Welcome author Briana Lawrence, who you might recognize from last week’s teaser! This week, she’s sharing  a bit from her new erotic short, Lemon Wedges!

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

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From The Back Cover: There’s some fetishes that we’re allowed to wear out in the open. Others, we have to keep tucked away in our closets. Unbeknownst to the people around him, Kaeden is walking that fine line in stylish heels. But with the release of a new brand, “Lemon Wedges,” Kaeden is finding it hard to keep his desires behind closed doors, especially when his sexy roommate, Stephen, gets a taste of his fashionable little secret. 

Warning: This book is explicit, gay erotica, 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

“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.
The sound is the first thing that gets to him, the soft noise of him lifting the top of the shoebox. Next comes the smell, the fragrance of his brand new shoes. There’s something about that aroma, something akin to a new perfume that demands attention. It’s the kind of thing that makes you stop what you’re doing just to get a taste. Kaeden sits down and carefully slides his left foot into the shoe. He doesn’t buckle the strap, not yet.
Despite his earlier eagerness he needs to draw this out, needs to take it slow and enjoy the seductive build up. His foot arches up with the wedge and creates a sensual, almost powerful image that’s balanced out with the yellow. He buckles the strap above his ankle and quickly does the same with the other shoe. He’s impatient now. The slow dance becomes a desperate grind as he stands up and takes the first steps in his wedges.
The wedges don’t caress the floor as loudly as the red heels had done before. It’s more of a subtle whisper for attention in comparison. He’s never tried a color this bright before, but when he looks in the full length mirror he can’t help but smile. He’s used to the striking colors, the deep blacks, blues and purples.
He finally settled on red, a color he’s been loyal to for quite sometime, especially when it came to high heels. But now he’s discovering the beauty of the brighter edge of the color spectrum. These lemon wedges aren’t as direct as the heels that sit in the back of his closet. They’re playful and flirty. They sneak a peek at the object of their affections and giggling cutely before they walk away.
Kaeden kneels down and rolls up his pant legs to his knees. There. There it is. His legs are so long in the wedges and the yellow serves as a way to enhance the illusion. He puts his hands on his hips and winks, actually winks, at his reflection. It’s a side of himself he’s not used to. With the tattoos and piercings he’s expected to be the bad influence. He’s the seducer who will pull you into a grimy bathroom without a care in the world. The red heels had enhanced that image — which he wasn’t entirely against.
He definitely has those lip licking moments where he can curl his finger at a love interest to get them to follow him to hell and back. But, sometimes, he enjoys something lighter. Sometimes, he enjoys something more subtle and relaxed with the hint of play.

Want more? Try this teaser of next week’s Friday Fun, from  my own new erotic short, out tomrrow – The Other Alpha!

“Stelios?” The name slipped past Niketas’ lips before he could think about it. He avoided Luka’s stare and studied a spot on the wall beside him. “I’ve never met him, and you don’t talk about him much. Why him? Why’s he not in your pack? If he’s not a wolf then—”

“Quiet.”

He shut his mouth, and Luka squinted at him, then shrugged. “I don’t talk about him because I don’t understand him, even if Stelios is my twin.” His smirk returned, but faintly. “You should like that.”

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

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

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!