18 Aug '15

#SSceneC2015 : Shari Slade @ShariSlade vs Heather Long @hvlong #Final16A #NSFW

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cooltext129748819578231Ride Me Hard – Shari Slade 

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Noah squeezes his eyes shut. “I can’t shock you, can I?”

“It’s not all an act—I’m not stupid. You’re a big bad biker. Got it. But I bet you could shock me more if you stopped trying so hard to scare me away.”

“Fine.” He takes a long look at my body, up and down and back up again. A searching gaze that tightens my nipples and raises the blush that had started to recede. Every flick of his eyes feels like a puzzle piece being snapped into place. “Suck me off.”

“What?” I’d expected him to argue with me, to be even bigger and badder, to bang his chest and prove me wrong. Waitressing taught me to read people pretty well, but maybe I’d miscalculated. I roll off him and stand beside the bed.

Ooof. I stumble when his hand snakes between my legs and around my thigh, pinning me before I can’t get more than a step away.

“You heard me. You want me to stop trying to scare you away? Get to work. Put that perceptive little mouth of yours on my cock. I’ve been imagining what it would feel like since you hit your knees outside the diner.”

Somewhere in the back of my brain I know I’m supposed to be a little pissed off, but I’m too busy wondering if he can feel the wetness running down the inside of my thigh and thinking about how fucking hot it sounds. “Yes, sir.”

“Don’t call me sir. That’s for bankers and businessmen and shit. Boring fucks who wear ties and drive Volvos.” He flicks open the fly of his jeans while he scolds me, and his heavy palm pushing down on my shoulder lets me know I’m obliged to perform from the floor, not the bed.

He stands up, and I keep my eyes trained on the open flap of his pants, the navy cotton underwear peeking out, the erection barely contained by either. “I call everyone sir at work.”

“This ain’t work.”

Well, that settles one thing. I tug the pants down from his hips and suck in a breath. The ink swirling over his hands and arms swirls over his belly too. Every inch of him that I can see is covered. Except the lowest part of his abdomen…and his cock. Thick and blunt and glistening with precum. Oh, that cock could hurt me. It could choke me. It might do both of those things before our time together is over. I squeeze my thighs together at the thought, because damn if that isn’t exactly what I want.

“You’re squirming and licking your lips, Star. Tell me what’s going on in that busy head of yours or get to it.”

The silky skin of his dick is so hot against my palm. I curl my fingers around the base and squeeze once before licking the tip with the flat of my tongue, catching the salty drops beaded there and whisking them away. I lap at the underside, slicking him from the base of his cock to the ridge beneath the head—and look up at him. For approval? For reassurance? For instruction? I don’t know. For something.

His eyes are shuttered, offering me absolutely nothing. So I push. I tell him what I’m thinking between lazy licks. “Your cock’s gonna hurt me. That’s what I was thinking.”

“No, sweetheart. I’m going to hurt you. And you like that, don’t you? Shit. I tried to hold back, but you just won’t let me, will you?” He wraps my hair in his hand and pushes me down.

I open my mouth instinctively, taking the hot length of him between my lips. This is what I want. This invasion.

“I’m going to get so deep inside you—your mouth, your pussy, your mind.” He rocks his hips, nudging his cock deeper still.

I try to take it, but no amount of slow deep breathing can stop the reflex that makes my throat spasm and my shoulders hitch. He grunts, tightening his fingers in my hair, and I know he likes that too. Likes me on my knees, choking for him. Likes me whimpering. He pumps faster, and my eyes water. Fuck, he’s big. I try to pull back, to shorten the strokes a little, but his hand is on the back of my head, pulling my hair, urging me to take more. To take everything he gives me. Forcing me.

My clit throbs. I slip a hand between my legs, and he grunts his approval.

“That’s it, baby. Get yourself off while I fuck your face.”

Yes.

My body answers with an orgasm that breaks like the tide, an angry wave against a rocky shore. Hard and fast. Inevitable. I shudder, but my cries are trapped at the back of my throat, muffled against his cock.

I’m coming. I’m coming so hard. All over my hand, on the floor in front of him. I feel ruined and perfect. Powerful, desperate and spent. I feel everything at once.

He jerks free of my mouth and pumps himself, painting hot come across my neck and breasts. Just like he promised earlier. I’m going to come all over them.

He swirls a finger in the mess he’s made—a quick flourish that could be a figure eight even if it does feel like a heart—and swipes it over my bottom lip. “When I’m through with you, I promise you’re going to ache for days and there won’t be an inch of you left that isn’t mine.”

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Rogue Wolf : Heather Long
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Troubled, she glanced over her shoulder to find Salvatore a pace behind her. Despite his patience, his desire cloaked him in a tantalizing musk. Another whine worked its way up her throat, but she snapped her teeth rather than give into it. Mating required a choice, and the worst of it was—she wanted to choose. The law said she couldn’t, and she enforced those laws.

Her wolf didn’t give a damn about the laws or the rules. All it understood was the male gazing at them, waiting for them. This male was a fine, wonderful man and they could have him. All they had to do was act. If they acted, they violated the law and signed her death warrant.

Some choices were worth making. Releasing her wolf, she let the fur slide away and the transformation take her, utterly confident in Salvatore’s protection. Her shift took far longer than his, but when she finally knelt before him, she had her answer.

Raising her chin, she met his gaze. “Outside, would work for me.”

The corner of his mouth kicked a little higher, though a trace of disappointment slipped over his expression.

“Asshole.”

No sooner did the word leave her lips than he pounced and she was in his arms. His mouth slammed onto hers. Possession stamped every motion of his lips on hers. When his tongue swept across the seam of her lips, demanding entrance she opened to him. Every defense she possessed shattered under the onslaught.

He’d warned her all she had to do was say the word, and he’d meant it. His fingers dug into her hips and lifted her so his thick cock could rub against her sex. Exquisitely sensitive from her shift, she wanted to arch a little higher and take him in one wild thrust—to hell with play. When she attempted to put thought to action, however, Salvatore broke the kiss and unwound her from him.

Setting her on her feet, he wrapped his arm around her middle and pulled her back to his chest. His teeth grazed her ear and then his trail of kisses went to her throat. The hard press of his cock against her ass and his teeth on her throat—panic fluttered in her belly and her heart hammered until she thought it might slam its way free from her chest.

Every glide of his tongue against her skin sent another wave of heat to her sex. She gripped his forearm, but he stroked his fingers over her belly before gliding up to cup her breast. Her nipples tightened, the ache unfurling with electric speed.

“I want to sink my cock into you,” Salvatore murmured against her throat, his tone dark and sensual. “I want to thrust into you until your body comes apart around me, and you are blind to all but the feel of me taking you.”

His hips bumped forward and the stiff length of his cock rubbed against her ass. She parted her lips and all that came out was a groan. Her pussy clenched, imagining the heated length of him filling her. Catching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he gave her a little twist and she trembled. Liquid heat rushed between her thighs.

“I want to be gentle, but you don’t want gentle do you, bella?” His teeth scraped against her skin, and she leaned into him, rubbing against the cock she longed to have inside of her. “No, you are a fierce, vibrant wolf who needs to know she is taken, aren’t you?”

Her mouth watered at the images he painted. His dominance wasn’t in question. She was only on her feet because he held her there. A part of her wanted to take her time, explore the gentle offer he intimated. The rest of her wanted him, swift and furious, while he pounded his scent into her skin.

The nip of his teeth to her shoulder combined with his fingers massaging her breast threatened to drive her mad. “Nothing to say, bella?” He teased her and his free hand smoothed over her hip. He’d already stroked her sex once, caressed her to orgasm with his fingers alone.

Swallowing hard she raised her arms, reaching behind her to slide her fingers into his hair and arching her head to bare her throat. “Stop teasing me…” The words came out broken. “Please, Salvatore.”

Hooking his fingers against her sex, he gave her clit a hard pinch and pleasure welled up at the harsh touch. “Anything you want, bella.” The last words he whispered before he nipped her shoulder. The teeth sank into her but didn’t draw blood, and she ground her ass against his cock, almost desperate. Everything was so sensitized. Even the skin of his chest against her back was like an erotic caress. He continued to circle her clit until she didn’t know whether to writhe or scream. Captive to his carnal torture, she wasn’t prepared for the first orgasm to crash over her or the second.

When his hands fell away from her, she was bereft. Then she went to her knees as the arm around her middle lowered her. Turning, she wanted to show him the same affection, but his hand fisted her hair. She glanced up and saw pure gold in his silver-ringed eyes, all wild predator and powerful Alpha.

“Not this time,” he all but growled. She understood the demand. He kept her back to him for his control, not hers. He needed it as much as he needed her surrender. Obedience wasn’t in her nature nor was submission. She never felt the urge to give into another wolf, not even the more powerful ones. They could wield their power, force her to obey, but he’d earned her willingness.

Dropping her gaze she went to her hands and knees and arched her hips toward him in invitation. For Salvatore, she could give him every inch he needed. Awareness of him swept aside every other instinct. Bowing her head, she curved her spine, utterly vulnerable to him.

He released her hair then glided his fingers down her spine. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on his scent, his actions, his touch, and the harsh sound of his breathing. He was a wolf on the edge, and she’d driven him there—she and the wild craving between them. The soft weight of his knees hitting the grass reverberated through her. He gripped her hips and she fought the call to raise her head. Utter submission, it was all she could offer him if he wouldn’t allow her to return his caresses with her own.

The tip of his cock brushed her entrance, and a moan slipped free. An unfamiliar quivering began at the base of spine. Another stroke as he rubbed the head of his cock from her too sensitive clit to her entrance, so slick with need she wanted to thrust backward and take him inside. His fingers dug into her hip, halting her action. He pulled away then she felt his teeth on her ass and she cried out.

Power shimmered over her, he wanted her to stay still and though he didn’t say the words, he didn’t have to. She’d tried to take what she wanted, and he denied her. His lips massaged the spot he’d bitten and her core went pure molten. The scent of their desire bloomed under the night sky, filling her lungs with pure animal heat and musk. All she could scent was him.

Kissing a trail along the base of her spine, he slid his hand between her legs and began toy with her. Another whimper left her throat and he chuckled. “So stubborn, bella. So hungry.”

Her teeth snapped together.

Bella, bella, bella.” The rawness in his voice combined with his fingers dancing against her clit, stroking her, threatened to tear apart her control. Her claws broke free and she dug them into the earth in her fight to stay still, to not thrust against the finger he eased into her.

She didn’t want his hand. She wanted…

“Enough,” he whispered, his lips so close to her ear. “No more teasing, bella. I promise.” Then his cock slammed into her and she loosed a howl, the thickness of his dick stretched her to the point of pain and yet she came with a shuddering jolt, her orgasm ripping from her without any semblance of control.

Good to his word, he stopped teasing her. He thrust with force and demand, every glide in and out of her a wicked reminder of his ownership. She half-expected to feel his teeth at her throat, his bite to take her even as his body drilled into her over and over. When the next orgasm crashed down, she didn’t fight it and threw her head back to howl. His fingers tangled in her hair and his mouth took hers in a kiss as he growled his release.

The world shattered and she went to pieces, collapsing back in on herself only to feel him wrapped around her, inside of her and with her. Shaking from the force of it, she clung to him as he stroked her hair and murmured to her in Italian. She didn’t know the words or what they meant. All she knew was Salvatore had her and she didn’t want him to let her go.

She was so screwed.

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