20 May '12

Good Smut Day Thirteen – A EXPLICIT excerpt from Blowing it Off by Lexxie Couper and a Giveaway

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“Oh, fuck me,” Damon ground out as his cock—long and thick and ramrod stiff—sprang free of his newly opened fly. Small beads of pre-come oozed from the slit in its swollen purple head, telling him loud and clear just how ready he was to erupt. Shooting Will a quick look, he grinned. “Tiny, if this is what happens when Masters is pissed at you, then by all means, keep annoying the shit out of her.”


Will laughed. At least, Damon assumed the low, rumbling sound was his best mate chuckling. It could have been a bomb detonating for all Damon knew. Because nothing much registered in his brain at all except delicious pleasure the second Phoebe’s lips circled the tip of his cock. And even less when said lips slid slowly down his entire length until he was completely embedded in her mouth.


The base of his spine tingled, his blood roared in his ears—what blood wasn’t surging through his dick. Christ, he’d never been so hard. Six months ago this woman had turned their lives upside-down and then blown town. Now she was blowing him and he was about to come undone from the mounting pleasure. How could he have forgotten how fucking amazing her mouth was?


“Fuck, Will…make her angrier.”

He heard Will chuckle again. “By the look on your face, Stretch, if I made her any angrier, you’d have a coronary.”


Phoebe hummed a giggle around Damon’s dick and he almost did have a coronary.


Her tongue laved at the root of his cock, her fingers massaged his balls. She moaned around his length, sending vibrations into his core so exquisite he could barely draw breath. He let out his own groan, his knees trembling.


He threaded his fingers in her hair, the memory of her silken tresses having haunted his dreams. She’d cut her hair since moving to Morpeth. When he’d last seen her it had been long and wild. Now it tumbled about her shoulders in a mass of curls and waves. It was fuckable hair. To go with her fuckable mouth. Christ, did she have a fuckable mouth.



Without thought, Damon shoved his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into her throat. He knew she could take him—she’d done so before—but something about today made the blowjob all the more amazing. Perhaps it was because he’d sincerely believed he would never get this chance again.


“Jesus, Damon, that’s fucking hot to watch.”


Will’s growl jerked Damon’s eyes open and he looked at his best mate. Will’s jeans were gone, as were his boxer briefs, his dick a thick pole pointing straight up. Long fingers wrapped around his wide girth, Will pumped his erection as he stared at Damon’s cock disappearing into Phoebe’s mouth.


“It’s fucking hot to experience, mate,” Damon rasped. His voice was hoarse, as if he’d spent the night shouting.


“Are you close?”


Will’s question made him snort. “So fucking close I’m surprised Phoebe’s not already swallowing my come.”


“Can you hold on much longer?”


He snorted again. “Are you kidding?”


Phoebe sucked a little harder on his dick, as if to mock his control. He let out a sound—part groan, part growl. Damn the woman knew how to give head. Shit, he could almost taste his own come, he was so full of lust.


“I’m going to fuck you now, Pheebs.”


Damon’s pulse smashed into his throat at Will’s raw statement. He opened his eyes and looked at his friend again. Will’s eyes blazed with an aching desire he understood all too well. The younger man’s body was ripped and coiled to breaking point, every muscle a sinewy rope of steel. The control Will was exerting over his body was phenomenal and, Damon had to admit, downright fucking arousing.


Around his shaft, Phoebe moaned again. Her fingers squeezed his balls, her tongue stroked at the underside of his dick. She wriggled her backside, offering herself to Will’s domination. Damon’s gut knotted. Shit, he didn’t think he’d last much longer. The very notion of Will plunging his massive erection into Phoebe—her cunt, her arse, wherever—was too much to consider.


“I’m going to sink my dick into your pussy.” Will moved in behind her, dancing his hand over her smooth backside. “I’m going to fuck your tight, sweet cunt until Damon pumps your throat full of his seed.”


“Fuck, Will.” Damon swallowed, his friend’s statement driving him closer to the edge. “Are you trying to kill me here?”


Will laughed, a deep, entirely confident sound.


Phoebe’s mouth slid off Damon’s dick. “Just shut up and fuck me, Will. Now.”


“Condom first.”


“I don’t fucking want you to wear a condom,” she snarled back. “I want to feel you. You. Your skin on mine.”


Damon’s heart thumped harder in his chest, surging fresh blood through his veins. Making his cock stiffer, bigger still. He shot Phoebe a glance, knowing the implication of her words. She was protected from pregnancy, both he and Will knew that; a procedure that lasted five years, which she’d had done only a few months before leaving for Morpeth. That she wanted to be filled with Will’s come told Damon—and Will, by the tension in his jaw—that this was more than just a quick fuck to say goodbye, even if she told them otherwise.


Will’s eyes grew greedy. “In that case.” His hands smoothed over her arse cheeks again, his gaze watching the path of his palms. “You have the sexiest backside I’ve ever seen, Pheebs.”


His whispered words made both Damon and Phoebe suck in a ragged breath.


As did the swift slap he gave her right arse cheek.


“Oh God!” Phoebe burst out.


Will chuckled. “Forget about Him, Pheebs. It’s Damon’s dick you should be thinking about.”


Damon opened his mouth to agree—but choked on the words as Phoebe’s lips slid over the head of his cock. “Fuck, that feels…” She licked at the sensitive knot of flesh under the edge of the head and Damon got lost in a rush of concentrated pleasure. He stared down at her face, needing to see his dick sliding in and out of her mouth. He couldn’t believe the mind-blowing feelings his brain told him he was experiencing. It was impossible. She had to be doing more than just sucking his cock.


Her lips moved up and down his length, painting his erection in moisture.


Nothing else. No magical sexual trick. Just Phoebe’s mouth on his dick.


Another slapping sound rent the air—Will smacking her arse again—and she jerked on Damon’s cock, her mouth and throat convulsing.


Damon ground his teeth. He couldn’t take much more. He couldn’t. He truly was on the verge of death by pleasure. “Hurry the fuck up, Tiny!” He sent a harried glare at his partner. “I’m not Superman.”


Will gave him a small grin and then slid his hand between Phoebe’s spread arse cheeks. She moaned around Damon’s cock, whatever Will was doing back there obviously pushing her buttons.


“She’s so wet, Damon.” Will’s nostrils flared, his gaze locked on Phoebe’s backside. “Her juices are dripping from her cunt.”


Phoebe bucked and Damon hissed in a wild breath of rapture as her teeth grazed his thrusting cock.


“She’s so fucking wet,” Will repeated, the words softer this time, as if Phoebe’s arousal left him awestruck.
He flicked Damon a quick look, naked need etched on his face, and with a slight position shift and one fluid thrust, sank himself in her pussy.


Damon moaned, the knowledge his friend was now just as intimately buried inside Phoebe pushing him even closer to the edge. He stared at Will while pumping Phoebe’s mouth with his cock, working his rhythm with Will’s own increasing strokes.


Phoebe sucked at his length, her moans sending wicked vibrations through his groin. She cupped and fondled and squeezed his balls with one hand, each firm caress echoing his and Will’s harmonious penetrations into her willing body.


And she was willing. With every thrust into her mouth, she moaned, with every stroke into her sex, she whimpered. The air hung heavy with the perfume of her pleasure. Every breath Damon took—and he took a few deep, shaking breaths that did little to assuage the building pressure in his balls—filled him with the scent of Phoebe’s arousal. It was potent. Musky and heady. Intoxicating.


Addictive.


“Ah fuck, you’re so…so…” Will’s groan spiked into Damon’s wavering control. He watched as a bead of sweat trickled down his friend’s temple, over his bunched jaw. “Babe, I can’t…I can’t hold on much longer.”


Whether it was the raw confession that pushed Phoebe over the edge or the increasing wildness of Will’s thrusts into her pussy, Damon couldn’t tell. Didn’t care. The moment Phoebe came, her mouth and tongue turned equally wild on his cock. She sucked him hard, in the same greedy pulses he knew consumed her sex. 

Her fingers tugged at his balls, her teeth scraped his length and then, he too fell over the edge, roaring and swearing the entire way, his balls rising up, full of his pleasure, his seed spurting from his dick in never-ending streams.


And amongst it all, in perfect sync with their dual orgasm, Will too cried out his release, his voice hoarse, nothing but wordless sounds that said so much more. So much more.


And as the last of Damon’s come pumped into Phoebe’s throat, he heard Will slap her arse one more time, and heard his friend utter a groan that sounded a lot like “love you love you love you.”

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4 Responses to “Good Smut Day Thirteen – A EXPLICIT excerpt from Blowing it Off by Lexxie Couper and a Giveaway”

  1. Smokin' Hot!!!! I just Love Lexxie's Books, she knows how to get the blood pumpin'

    Take Care & Stay Naughty,
    PaParanormalFan Renee
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