16 Aug '14

Sex Scene Championship Round 13 : Holley Trent Vs Jeffe Kennedy

Posted in Sex Scene Championship 2014 / 7 Comments

Hello everybody and welcome to our Sex Scene knockout Championship!

The guise is simple; vote for your favourite out of the two scenes and the winning author will progress to the next round and be in with a chance to win the Sex Scene Championship Crown. Each person will be in with a chance of winning prizes from our prize bag. At the end of the event, all of the entrants will be collated and then I’ll use random generator to pick a top winner (who will get their choice of 8 prizes from the prize bag limited to one GC), a second place winner (who will get their choice of 5 prizes from the prize bag limited to one GC) and a third place winner (who will get their choice of 3 prizes limited to one GC). I will then randomly draw names until all the prizes are gone.

You have to vote through the rafflecopter form for your vote to count. You can do this using FB or an email address … none of these are visible to anyone but me and I will not use them. 

We have 50 eBooks to giveaway (some of which are listed on the Intro post here), 2 signed paperbacks, 2 INT paperbacks, 4 Gift Cards (Amazon & All Romance, a necklace, some pens and more swag to give away.

So for our second round, we have Holley Trent Vs Jeffe Kennedy

Execerpt One –

O for Two – Holley Trent ©

Holly’s  Website | Twitter

 

Clint let Olivia drop slowly onto his cock, and it stretched her wide. He kept up his unforgiving grip on her while Ken pushing up into her, inch by excruciating inch. She felt ragged breaths on her shoulders as he settled in.

It felt like Heaven and Hell all at once, and they hadn’t even started moving yet.

Ken shifted behind her, and she made an involuntary gasp, because it increased her awareness of how narrow that membrane between them was. She could feel them both at once, yet when they were very still, they felt like one big, huge cock.

“Am I… Am I hurting you?” Ken whispered.

She clamped her bottom lip between her teeth and shook her head as Clint finally let her down. Once chest-to-chest, he raked his fingers through her hair as she slowly pulled her knees up at either side of his belly.

Ken planted his knees at the outside of Clint’s legs and leaned over the two of them to suspend himself in what had to be a very uncomfortable plank position.

“This is your rodeo, O,” Clint said. “You move as much or as little as you’d like. As long as I don’t move, we don’t have to worry about breaking rhythm.”

She gulped and tried to test her muscles. She wasn’t sure if she could isolate front from back with both of them being in her.

Clint gasped again when she managed to squeeze him.

“Just checking” she said and laid her cheek against his chest. Then she closed her eyes and started a slow, grinding swivel between them.

A moment later, Ken began making small thrusts, only an inch or two in and out of her as she concentrated on riding Clint.

She’d been right that in that the orgasm Clint gave her with his mouth had numbed her down below, but with both of them being inside her at once, it was hard not to feel, and maybe that helped. Maybe it would have been more painful if it weren’t for that first hard come. Now, everything was waking back up. Her clit rubbed against Clint’s coarse pubes, and it thrummed. Blood surged from her chest and lower, to fill her womb with heat.

The gliding became easier. Unbelievably, she was wet, and not from lube. Soon, she was greedily riding Clint’s cock. She pulled him in deep and groaned with each tap of his head against her G-spot.

Ken being in her ass made Clint’s pressure that much more intense.

If there were a nerve to be aroused in her body, they’d found it.

“Fuck.” She clawed at the sheets.

She wanted more. She wanted everything. With shaking arms, she pushed herself upright to change the angle of their penetration and sat back on Ken’s cock. He leaned back onto his heels and grabbed her beneath her thighs as she slid slowly up and down them both.

Clint pressed his hands up her chest and pinched her nipples hard enough to make her scream, and she grabbed his wrists.

He kept tweaking and plucking. It wasn’t altogether a bad sensation, but it was all getting to be too much. Too much pleasure, too much pain. The sounds of their labored breathing. Their masculine scents.

Her head swam, and her teeth clattered.

“Oh, God.”

Still, she rode them and didn’t want to get off, because surely this was the route to ecstasy. If her heart were going to stop, at least it would be between these two beautiful men who’d wanted her above all others.

They made her feel beautiful, and more importantly, included for a time.

At some point, thoughts and sensations all began to blur. She was aching need, desperate for release. She was electricity bound in skin. She had no words.

There was tickling at either side of her throat as she rode faster, squeezed around them harder.

Then, there was pressure, off and on. It stole her air.

Higher and higher she floated as the band around her neck went tighter.

Her body was a tingling, quivering mass, fueled by pleasure and delirium.

So good. So, so good.

“Olivia,” groaned a deep voice behind her, but she didn’t respond. “Fuck, honey, I’m going to come.”

Whatever that meant, she didn’t care.

There were strong arms around her waist, and her body shook hard. Her chest rumbled with her cry of pleasure, and her cheeks were wet with tears.

Excerpt Two –  

Jeffe Kennedy –  Going Under ©

Jeffe’s Website | Twitter

 

He narrowed his eyes, promising her all sorts of dire retribution, but did not reply. Not going to even attempt to thank her for that one. He looked gorgeous, strung up that way. Of course, she’d never seen him look less than totally appealing, but with his arms stretched up, showing off the ginger hair in his armpits, the long lean muscles of his chest and abs, his runner’s thighs taut—oh, he looked good enough to eat. Especially his flushed cock, demanding attention.

Pretty impressive, actually, that he’d managed not to come. She could not have withstood what he already had.

“Thirsty?” She offered the wineglass.

“Thank you, Miss Emily,” he answered, murmuring the words like a love poem. She held the rim to his lips and he drank, gaze steady on hers, somehow both challenging and submissive.

“In the story,” she said, “the man cleaned himself out for his mistress. Is that the case? I give you leave to answer my questions now.”

He looked amused. Possibly for her squeamishness. But there it was. “Yes, Miss Emily. I’m clean for you.”

“Good.” To reclaim a bit of her power, she captured one of his nipples between the sharp nails of her thumb and forefinger, his hiss sending a thrill through her. “We’re going to play a new game. Warmer/colder.”

She set aside the wine and knelt down, careful not to brush his eager cock. He stared down at her, his face a compelling combination of fervid anticipation and genuine dread. Kissing the underside of his shaft, she smiled at him, enjoying the moment greatly. “Two things I want you to show me—the place to lick behind your balls and where to rub the prostate.” Screwing up some courage, she pressed a finger between his cheeks, surprised at the heat.

He positively squirmed, his cock bobbing. “If I may, Miss Emily?”

She nodded permission.

“The nails—it would be better if you used a rounded toy. And lube. If it pleases my mistress.” A hint of his usual cocky grin showed through as she blushed. Dummy.

“Oops. Sorry.”

“No.” He shook his head and tugged a little at the rope. “You’re charming. This is perfect. I can’t wait until you use the nails on me. Just…maybe not while you’re learning.”

“Cad.” Just to put him in his place, she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, loving how his hips thrust forward and he clenched his jaw, overcome by it. “I could make you come in seconds and then punish you for doing it.”

“Oh, yes.” He breathed out the agreement, laughing a little under it. “Absolutely you could. And I would love every moment. Make no mistake but that I’m totally at your mercy.”

In the bedroom, she surveyed the array of toys and lube. It would have been easier to do all this in there, but she kind of loved the office scenario. Said something about her, no doubt, to have the computer there as a silent witness to their games.

She chose the thin dildo he’d used on her, reasoning that knowing how it felt went a long way, then grabbed some lube and a couple of his sex cloths. Fox surveyed her choices and nodded, a flush high on his cheekbones.

“Can you break free?” She marveled again at how amazingly arousing he looked, tied up for her.

“No.” He tugged a little in demonstration, his chest flexing magnificently.

“Do that again,” she ordered him, captivated by the sight.

He complied, struggling in earnest, breaking into a sweat as she commanded him to try harder. Finally she told him he could stop trying, mostly so she could run her hands over his sweat-slicked chest and straining biceps.”

You’re so beautiful to me,” she told him and something seemed to snap in him, because he kissed her, capturing her mouth and holding her there with the magic of it. She sighed and impulsively straddled his cock, clamping it against her wet pussy and digging her nails into his ass, hot and reddened from the paddling. He made a choking noise and pressed his forehead to hers.

“I’m going to come,” he gritted out. “I won’t be able to help it.”

“Can’t have that, can we?” She made her tone light, that society lilt that seemed to go right through him, and moved away. He stayed still for a few beats, hanging his head, panting as if he’d run a race.

Then he looked at her, desperate, almost mean. “You’re killing me here.”

“I’m delighted to hear it,” she cooed and opened several packages of condoms. “This should help.” She rolled them on, one after the other, watching his face as he struggled not to react to her touch. “Reciting baseball stats?”

His lips twisted with ironic acknowledgement. “NFL Superbowl odds.”

“Nice.” She held up the slim dildo and greased it liberally with lube. “Good enough?”

He shook his head, as if clearing it, his eyes a little glazed. “You have no idea how you look doing that—a naked, kinky Snow White.”

“A dream is a wish your heart makes,” she purred, then dropped to her knees. She had to look, to find the right place, but sliding the dildo in proved easy, especially with his groan of acknowledgement. “Like this?”

“So good, Emily,” he muttered.

She pinched his thigh and he flinched. “Pay attention. Is that exactly the right spot?”

He swore under his breath. It sounded like “Fuck me.”

“I’m trying to.” She made her tone cold, the way he liked it. “Now do as I tell you. Hot or cold?”

“Warmish,” he replied, sounding cautious. “Colder,” he then admitted as she pushed in deeper. Then he cried out in earnest. “Fuck me! Hot! Hothothot.”

She laughed and he scowled at her. Or kind of did, because his face had contorted with an expression of near agony, his cock rising and falling with his urgent breaths. Holding the dildo right there, she cupped his balls and lifted them. “Now tell me where to lick.”

“Emily…” His voice was strained.

“If you tell me, I’ll let you come once I find it.”

He made a sound, but managed to say, “At the base.”

She licked, delicately.

“Slightly farther back, and if you have an ounce of mercy in your cold heart, harder than that kitten-tongue shit.” He growled out the words, truly at the end of his control.

She thrust her tongue against the spot, pressed the dildo into the right place and he went frantic. Shouting her name, he pumped his hips, spouting into the condoms, his body rippling. Keeping up her efforts, she worked the two spots until he went limp.

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7 Responses to “Sex Scene Championship Round 13 : Holley Trent Vs Jeffe Kennedy”

  1. I call shenanigans! Holley Trent is purposely try to sabotage my resolution to be celibate. After reading her entry the only celibate I’m thinking about is selling a bit & giving some away.

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