12 Aug '14

Sex Scene Championship Round 6 : Beth Matthews Vs Jade Lee writing as Kathy Lyons

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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 Kathy Lyons and Beth Matthews

Execerpt One –

Two Week Seduction – Jade Lee writing as Kathy Lyons ©

Kathy’s Website | Twitter 

 “First door on the left. I mean the right.” It was hard to tell sides while hanging upside down.

His powerful strides got her to her bedroom, and then she wasn’t upside down anymore. She was lowered quickly, but gently, onto her bed. She didn’t even bounce. Well, not until he dropped to his knees before her but didn’t touch her. He just looked while she pushed up on her elbow. “John?”

“Last chance—”

She leaned forward, grabbed his face, and kissed him. This time she was the one who thrust and pushed between his teeth. She touched his tongue, the roof of his mouth, and she–-

She was suddenly on her back with her legs spread as his hips slipped between her knees. She felt his hands on her thighs, dragging her skirt up. It was a tight thing, but he managed it and then, damn, he did rip the sides of her thong and strip it right off like he’d promised.

“I’m going to be quiet now. But you feel free to scream anything you want.”

She was about to laugh at his overconfidence, but then she felt his breath on her core. He hadn’t done anything but open her. Her hose and boots were still high up on her thighs, and she hadn’t thought twice about them. Until he began to nuzzle along the top ridge of her boots. His five o’clock shadow was rough along the sensitive skin, but the different textures between that and the soft press of his lips was beyond erotic. And when his tongue darted out to taste her before abrading her skin with his teeth? That had her gasping as she grabbed at the sheets.

His licks went higher on her thighs. Slow inch by slow inch while she squirmed and ached.

“God, John,” she gasped. “Hurry up!”

He nipped her thigh in response. So she reached down. She had meant to get his hair, but managed to grab an ear.

“I am not going to break.” She bit out. “So do it now or I’m… I’m… Oh shit. Oh that’s good.”

Big hands, clever fingers–all stroked and explored her wet center. She fell back on the bed with a shudder of delight as he sank one thick thumb into her. But it wasn’t enough. God, not enough by far.

“John–” she gasped.

And then finally she was rewarded. His tongue on her body. His fingers inside her. It didn’t take much, but he drew it out as long as he could. He licked her, he sucked her clit, and he swirled his thumb in passes, trailing after his tongue.

She came with a scream, her whole body convulsing. But as explosive as it was–and it practically blew her mind apart–it faded pretty quick. She was lying there, her belly rippling with aftershocks, while he sat watching. She might have been self-conscious if she weren’t floating on a sea of bliss.

Then she felt him move exactly as he’d promised. After her first orgasm, he was going to set her legs on his shoulders and put her through it again with just his fingers.

“You don’t need to–” she began, but he wasn’t listening.

His fingers slid into her and moved around, twisting, exploring and then–

“Oh my God!” So that was the G spot. Holy shit.

She flew over the cliff again, only this time it was more like soaring instead of detonation. Jesus, he was good.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

“If you don’t put a condom on right now, I’m never going to speak to you again.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered, somehow managing to sound smug even as he was suiting up.

She looked up from her position on the bed. He had dropped his pants and was rolling a condom onto a very impressive erection. What a sight. But she wanted more.

“Take your shirt off, too,” she ordered. “I want to see the whole you.”

He stilled. “You’re not undressed.”

“Too bad. You were too impatient to wait. Take it off, soldier. Though” —she added with a wink— “you can keep your boots on.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her. Call her kinky, but the sight of naked man in big heavy boots? Got her going every time.

She slid back on the bed. It was harder than it should have been because she was still languid from pleasure. In fact, the slide on the bed set off a few aftershocks of delight. And then he was crawling onto the bed, right between her legs. Wow, he was a big man. All broad chest and heavy ropes of muscles.

She raised her knees to brace him and glanced sideways to see them in the mirror. Naked man and his boots. The sight was the hottest damn thing she’d ever seen. Then his eyes met hers in the mirror.

“I’m going to remember this until the day I die,” he rasped.

“Which could be any minute now if you don’t hurry up.” God, how she could be so anxious after two mind-blowing orgasms, she had no idea. But she was. She wanted him in her. She wanted him embedded so deep, he’d never leave.

She felt him probe her entrance. A gentle push, sliding into place but not going very deep.

“Don’t be delicate,” she said. “I can take it.”

Or maybe not because he was big and she was tight from her still-quivering pleasure.

“More,” she groaned.

He complied. A little deeper. A little more.

It was wonderful being stretched by him. It was like losing her virginity all over again. There was a little pain, a lot of fullness, and him. Just him. Looking into her eyes and watching her with such intensity she might have felt self-conscious. She didn’t. She felt cherished.

She touched his face, stroked along his jaw as he pushed deeper. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

He rammed home. She didn’t think he meant to, but her words must have done something to him. It was like she’d flipped a trigger. He groaned as his head dropped to hers. Forehead to forehead while he drew back, then slammed in again.

“Yes, John. Oh yes.”

His pace was erratic, his every movement jerky but powerful. She shuddered gloriously at every impact. Again and again, while his breath stuttered out of him. She gripped him with her knees and he groaned, his pace increasing again.

Harder. Hotter.

She arched and her body tightened. Every impact ratcheting her higher.

Oh yes.

“Alea,” he whispered.

A whisper. Jesus, how could he be so controlled?

And then a cry.

“Alea!”

Excerpt Two –  

A Midsummers Fling – Beth Matthews ©

Beth’s Website | Twitter

He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her, kissing her all the while. Her heart swooped, thrilling at his strength, and she twined her legs around his hips, pressing her core to the ridge of his cock. He kept kissing her as he carried her into the storage room where rack upon rack of old costumes hung — and where they would not be immediately visible to anyone who might walk into the costume shop.

The chance of being caught added a naughty, decadent thrill to kissing him, to being nearly naked in his arms. And this interlude was already thrilling enough. She was kissing Max. Touching Max.

He leaned against a wall, rubbing and pressing into her with his cock, thick and perfect beneath the fabric of his tights. Just when everything seemed too perfect, too hot to handle, Max shifted and accidentally knocked her head against the wall.

“Ow,” she said, conversationally.

He pulled away, a flush staining his cheeks, and cradled the back of her head. “Shit. Are you OK?”

“We never can seem to do this backstage without you braining me on a wall.”

He grinned. “Just like old times.”

Laughing, she kissed him, and a sweet pain twisted her heart. She traced her fingers over his brow, along his jaw, across his lips. He kissed her fingertips and grinned against them. “Max,” she whispered, the breath of a prayer, and kissed him again.

He moaned into her throat, rocking against her. Keeping one hand braced on the wall, he moved her panties aside to trace his fingers over her clit, slicking one finger back and forth. She shuddered and dropped her head to his shoulder, waves of pleasure pounding over her. “Now,” she whispered. “Please now.” The emptiness of her ached, and she was wet and warm, pulsing with need for him.

Peppering kisses along her cheekbone and neck, Max set her on the ground. Her legs quivered but held her up somehow. He slid his hand around and inside her panties, cupping her bottom and squeezing. Max moaned and licked into her mouth. “Your ass is perfection, you know that?” And then he was tugging her panties off.

For her part, she yanked the tights down his legs to the knees. His cock sprang free, stiff and heavy and long. Wetting her lips, she plucked the condom out of his hand, tore the packet open with her teeth, and had the rubber covering his length in under ten seconds.

She stepped out of her panties, and he grabbed her waist and boosted her up again.

“Fair warning,” he said between kisses. “This probably won’t take too long.”

“That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“It’s been five years since I touched you. That’s a lot of tension to build up.”

The way he said you, the way he watched her, everything was just as she remembered. And Max still gazed at her, touched her, as if she were some essential part of himself long sought and painfully missed, and now, joyfully, reunited.

She trailed her hands along the corded lines of his shoulders as his cock nudged her. His tip pressed against her, and it felt so good, so right, she groaned and raked her nails down his back. He rocked into her, filling her all the way, then he paused and dropped his head to her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. “Fuck, Nicci.”

She stroked his hair, her sex pulsing around him. “I know.”

He began to move, pushing into her, surging against her body. She tossed her head side to side against the wall as need built inside her. There, there, there, her blood sang as he pounded into her, pushing deep and pressing against her core.

“Feels so good,” he murmured.

He doubled his rhythm, pushing in and out, over and over, fulfilling an aching need inside her which had lurked for days, weeks. Years. “Max,” she whimpered and locked her arm around his neck, fighting to hold on as he made furious, delicious love to her, fucking her hard against the wall.

Her sex tingled, and her vision went funny, blacking around the edges. She closed her eyes and concentrated, centering herself on the sensation of Max against her, inside her. Clawing toward release, she buried her face in the corner of his neck and muttered a wordless cry of pleasure.

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9 Responses to “Sex Scene Championship Round 6 : Beth Matthews Vs Jade Lee writing as Kathy Lyons”

  1. Loving the championship round ups! Think I just found a new author for my TBR list. 🙂

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