11 Aug '14

Sex Scene Championship round 4 : Mina Kelly Vs Jack L.Pyke

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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 the fabulous ladies Mina Kelly and Jack L. Pyke.

Execerpt One –

Inescapable – Mina Kelly ©

Mina’s Website | Twitter 

Jared shucked off his coat as he walked toward the couch. He was wearing a shirt and trousers he’d borrowed from Stephen. He’d had to roll up his sleeves, and though the trousers fit well from waist to knee, below that only his boots were stopping him from trailing material like a child playing dress-up. To Richard’s satisfaction, he stumbled trying to kick the trousers off and fell face-first into the zero-G field.

There was a strange moment when Jared’s head and shoulders were in the field, his hair waving halolike around him, but his body was outside. Both were falling, but under the influence of gravity, his body accelerated faster than his head and shoulders. He grabbed for Richard, and they both hit the couch.

“You’re an idiot,” Richard said.

“Mmm.” Jared wriggled out of the overlong trousers, which remained quivering at his feet. His shirt had rucked up under his arms and billowed around both their shoulders. The dark curls that decorated his lean chest waved with Jared’s every breath. He repositioned himself on top of Richard. With no weight in the field, Richard was aware of him as the merest whisper of skin against his.

Richard pushed up again. Jared grabbed the back of the couch with one hand, and for a moment there was pressure between them.

Richard reached up and pushed the darker man’s hair out of his face, as much to confirm that the thief was smirking at him as to see him. He raised his head to kiss him, but the touch was enough to push Jared’s whole body away.

Richard grunted in frustration.

“I see the limits of zero-G sex now,” he said. “Shall we just turn it off?”

“Not yet,” Jared said. “I like it. Everything has to be…mutual. Equal effort on both sides.”

Richard wound his arms around Jared’s chest, gently easing their bodies together. The fact of simple sensation roused his cock, which was sluggish after such recent sex. With nothing to keep their hips together, though, the other man’s floated away from him.

Jared chuckled at Richard’s obvious frustration.

“You’re beautiful when you pout. You know that?” he said.

“I’m beautiful all the time,” Richard said. Now that Jared had mentioned it, Richard felt his bottom lip protrude. Hoping the other man would get the hint and kiss him, he stuck it out farther.

“You are,” Jared agreed easily, “but you’re more human like this.” He wrapped his legs around Richard’s thighs, bringing their hips together.

Jared’s hair curled forward as he moved his head and enfolded Richard’s face until it shut out the rest of the room. It was more intimate than anything they’d done before, and the thought of it made Richard’s gut clench. Something about this man was getting to him in ways no one else had. He ran his hands across his companion’s back, feeling goose bumps rise under his fingers. All teasing had gone from Jared’s eyes, replaced by something softer.

When Richard raised his lips to Jared’s, this time Jared moved to meet him. It was soft and dry, and every second of it was an act of will on both their parts to keep their lips together. When it broke, Jared was breathing heavily, moving Richard’s body with every rise and fall of his chest.

Jared’s cock was hard against his thigh. Richard tightened his legs around Jared’s and rocked against it. The thief’s mouth fell open. He rocked back, meeting Richard’s gentle thrusts and keeping them steady in the air.

Richard kissed him again, sliding his tongue behind Jared’s teeth and running over his tongue. He drew a moan from Jared, low and soft, and replied in kind.

They moved together, slow and steady, kissing near constantly. Jared cupped Richard’s cheek, and Richard buried his fingers in Jared’s hair, which still maintained its illusion of privacy. Gradually the kissing grew messier, their breathing more ragged. It was harder to stay close, and Richard let his head move back to watch the other man. His mouth fell open, breath hitching in his throat, gasps coming so close together they almost overlapped. His eyes stayed open, fixed on Richard.

He buried his face in Richard’s neck as he came, the movement sending them swirling around an axis somewhere near their knees. Jared’s cum spiraled around them, sticky globules landing on every part of Richard’s skin. The sensation was too much for him, and he followed Jared with a buck of his hips that only made them spin faster.

“You’re beautiful when you come,” Jared said, voice husky and honest.

“I’m always beautiful,” Richard said, but it didn’t sound like a joke even to his own ears. Things had changed between them now.

Excerpt Two –  

Jack L.Pyke – Don’t ©

Jack’s Website | Twitter

 

“Don’t…” His soft voice… I swore he was over my shoulder whispering that in my ear, because I shivered, his voice so fucking calm.

“Don’t what?” I snapped.

“…wear it for me, Jack.”

I let out a breath, hating how it itched like hell waiting, then that release of pressure….

“Careful, Jack. You’re getting hard.”

I’d let the sheet fall to my feet and my cheeks burned. Breathing, just light, dusted the room; I knew it was his, but mine matched it until I couldn’t define who was breathing for who.

“It will hurt, Jack.” His voice was a little lower, almost seductive, driving me fucking nuts. “Don’t… control it.”

“How?” I snarled, the hopelessness real lousy in my voice.

“Control gained through rhythmic breathing, Jack. You don’t think I could come up with something far worse for that fine body? You don’t think I know you? That all it would take would be a message in the right inbox to bring you to your knees, bring your business down if you don’t… control it.”

Business? What the fuck?

Picking up the cage, unlocking the padlock and separating it in to two pieces, I followed his quiet instructions. With the ring held closest to my sac, I took my left ball and gently eased it through the ring. The metal was cold, causing my balls to instantly retract, and I swore, thinking it had been kept in a deep freeze somewhere to create that very reaction. Ignoring it as best as possible, I worked my other ball through and felt the ring almost choke my sac as it settled around the base. How the hell was I supposed to get my cock through that too…?

I figured it out for myself and, keeping my head down, I bent my cock in ways contortionists were never taught, all so I could push the tip of my cock through the already packed ring. I was on automatic, slipping into work-mode, concentration and a line of sweat marking my forehead in different ways as I figured out how things fitted together.

Feeling tight to the point of uncomfortable at the base of my sac, I slipped the silver cage over my dick, and locked it securely into place. The tight space between ring and cage meant my balls were packed tight against the cage, all to stop my dick slipping out.

“Looks sexy, Jack. Real fucking sexy.”

“I catch you on my CCTV, your ass is done for,” I said quietly. But I was too distracted to carry through on that threat. It looked weird, my cock all encased in silver, visible in places as my dick pushed against the casing, my balls bound tight against it.

“Hang on.” I tugged at the silver casing but couldn’t pull it off without using the key. “How the fuck do I relieve myself?” There was a soft chuckle, and I glared around the room. “Don’t take the fucking piss.”

“The shaft is designed for any needs you have, Jack. Relax.”

Sure enough, feeling at the far end of the casing, there was a larger space for nature’s call. But I didn’t relax.

“Twenty-four hours, no longer,” said the voice. “And, Jack?”

“What?” I spat.

“Night, gorgeous.”

I didn’t feel like he gave me any privacy; he’d just simply let me know he didn’t want to talk anymore. The hairs on my neck were still pricked, every muscle tense, eyes and ears alert for any other sounds. There was a faint breathing. Maybe? I couldn’t be sure. I couldn’t tell with pressure pushing through my head and giving me that whoosh-whoosh sensation in my ears.

Grabbing the sheet, the blush infecting the rest of my body, feeling the silver shaft slap my thigh as I got in bed, I pulled the covers over my body, pillow over my head, and tried to sleep.

 

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