09 Aug '15

#SSceneC2015 : Sharon Kay @sharonkaynovels vs Jackie Ashenden @JackieAshenden #NSFW

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cooltext129748819578231 Wicked Waves – Sharon Kay

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“Lie down,” Kai whispered.

Breathing hard, Brooke obeyed. His acute vision allowed him to see her clearly in the dark, and the glow from his eyes only magnified her beauty. She looked up at him expectantly and squirmed.

“Ah gods, Sprite, you smell incredible.” He lowered his head and kissed her belly over her T-shirt. She shifted her legs and made a feminine sound of sweet frustration.

Grinning at her impatience, he found the hem of her shirt. Those damn handcuffs prevented him from taking it off. Tearing it down the middle was one option, but they didn’t have any extra clothes, and he didn’t want her walking topless around Torth. Or anywhere.

He bunched it up under her arms, revealing her black sports bra. Eyes fixed on her face, her rampant anticipation lured him like a siren’s call. He slid one finger under the edge of the elastic, like he had done back at home, and a needy sound escaped her throat. Her skin was as soft as he remembered. He skimmed his other hand up her stomach and gently squeezed one breast. Her ragged breaths turned into a moan.

How many times had he fantasized about this? His cock surged in his jeans as he pushed her bra up as far as he could. And stared at her in awe.

Her breasts were beautiful. Sinfully generous. Firm. Light brown nipples tipped her creamy pale flesh. He caressed one heavy side curve, then drew his finger across to her tight, puckered nipple. Rubbing his finger across it, he watched in satisfaction as it stiffened further. She moaned again and arched her back, thrusting them closer to his face. Keeping his fingers at one nipple, teasing it, he lowered his head and took her other tip into his mouth. She gasped and cried his name.

His head exploded with sensation. Hearing his name on her lips made his breath catch and his shaft pulse. The scent of her arousal grew stronger, binding him to her side. Her silky skin and hard nipples intoxicated him. Holy gods, he could stay here all night, making her come from this alone. Needing to please her, he growled and sucked her deep into his mouth. Her skin tasted like sugar sprinkled with a dose of fresh rain.

Releasing her nipple, he kissed his way to the valley between her breasts, inhaling deeply. He made a rumbling sound against her, drowning in the fragrance of lilac and the whisper of baby soft skin.

She moaned his name again, her hips writhing. But he wasn’t nearly done. Moving his body over hers, he lowered his hips to press her down. He held her gaze as he dragged his mouth to her neglected breast and flicked his tongue over her nipple. She gasped and licked her parted lips.

“You’re torturing me,” she whispered.

He growled in response, suckling one nipple while his fingers played with the other. Her hips bucked beneath him and her breath came in short gasps.

“Kai, please.”

“Please, what?” His tongue circled her nipple with languorous strokes.

“I need you. Take my jeans off.”

Her eyes held a wild urgency that wiped out all pretense of teasing. The scent of her desire crashed over him in a new wave, spurring him toward one goal. He shifted off her body and moved down to make quick work of her boots and socks. Then he popped the button on her jeans and lowered the zipper. She lifted her sweet ass so he could tug the jeans down, revealing pink panties slung low on her hips.

Sliding the denim all the way down her long slim legs, he slipped one finger under the elastic at her hip. He dragged it across, staying under that shiny pink edge until he reached the juncture of her thighs. And found her soaking wet.

He didn’t think he could get any harder. His cock throbbed in hot anticipation. His pants were way too tight, his dick heavy with need. But before he could sink into her luscious, waiting heat, he needed to taste her.

“Take them off,” she whispered, lifting her hips again.

He gritted his teeth against the assault of her scent, yanked her panties down, and froze.

Holy fuck. She was bare. He stared at the soft, pale flesh of her mound, unable to resist tracing a finger over her smooth skin. Brooke rocked against his fingers, whimpering. Her muddled words sounded vaguely like his name. Time to give her what she needs.

Settling between her legs, he slipped his hands under her ass to hold her, and dipped his head.

His first lick was slow and teasing, and they both groaned. He did it again, languidly, savoring the tempting wetness of her satin folds. She was delicious, sweet honey mixed with exotic spice. He explored every delicate dip and valley between her thighs before moving to her apex and finding her most sensitive spot.

cooltext129750505189949Living in Secret – Jackie Ashenden

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Have sex? Say it, Victoria. You’re letting another man fuck you…

Her mouth opened but nothing came out as Raphael’s arm tightened around her waist. As his hips flexed and he thrust, his breath harsh in her ear. She gasped, feeling the push of his cock inside and the helpless movement of her own body meeting it.

You like that, don’t you, dirty girl?” Connor’s voice was rough and soft as frayed velvet, his grip on her chin hard. “You like having him fucking you while I watch.”

Oh God. Those words. They made her feel so bad. So wrong. So filthy. It was the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced in her entire life.

His grip on her chin firmed as Raphael thrust again, as she let out another gasp. “That’s right, Victoria. Enjoy his cock while you can.” His thumb ran across her lower lip, tracing the soft curve of it, making her shiver. “Because that’s all you’re going to get of it.”

The touch of his thumb was so light it was unbearable. The blazing heat in his eyes blinding. And yet she couldn’t look away. The pleasure was gathering inside her, a dense, hard knot of sensation.

She began to pant, her world narrowing to the blue of Connor’s eyes, to the flex of Raphael’s hips and the slide of him inside her, driving her further and further to the edge.

Connor’s thumb settled against her mouth and then pushed inside. The salty taste of his skin flooded her, adding to the intensity of the sensations. “Suck it, dirty girl,” he whispered. “Suck it like it’s my cock. And if you do it well enough, maybe I’ll let you come.”

Perhaps she had gone too far, a part of her desperate to turn back. But now it was too late and she knew it. She’d opened the box and let out the darkness, and there was no way she could put it back in again.

Perhaps you don’t even want to.

She closed her mouth on Connor’s thumb, swirling her tongue around him. And she licked him, sucked him. Did exactly what she was told, watching as the desire in his gaze burned brighter, fiercer. God, she wasn’t the only one who was desperate.

Raphael’s thrusts became faster, the slide of his cock inside her a delicious friction that had her forgetting she was supposed to be hiding her pleasure. Restraining her desire. Had her forgetting who she was entirely.

She gave a strangled moan, lifting her hands to touch the man standing in front of her, wanting him helplessly.

Oh, no you don’t,” Connor said softly. “Hold her hands down.”

And Raphael’s fingers were there, wrapping around her wrists, gently pulling her hands down onto the arms of the chair and keeping them there.

She took a ragged breath, the sense of restraint both exciting and maddening. In retaliation she closed her teeth around Connor’s thumb, watching with intense satisfaction as the look in his eyes flared.

Harder,” he growled. “Fuck her harder.”

Raphael’s body flexed under hers, his fingers tight on her wrists as he thrust up into her in short, hard movements.

Everything began to dissolve around the edges, including all her plans and good intentions. There was only this. Only the pleasure Connor was directing. Only the release that was so near and yet so damn far away.

She moaned, Raphael’s ragged breathing against her ear as he turned his face into her hair.

What do you need to do, dirty girl?” Connor murmured. He took his thumb out of her mouth, slicking it over her lower lip, making it wet. “I want to hear you say it.”

I…” She could barely speak. “I need to… come.” “And what do you say?”


P-please.”
“Please what?”

Please, Connor.”


Beg me, dirty girl. Beg me and I might let you.”

And the words came out whether she wanted them to or not. “Please, Connor. Oh, please. Please let me come.”

A savage kind of smile turned his mouth. “Good. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” He reached down between her thighs with his other hand and found her clit. Brushed his thumb over it once, twice.
 Raw lightning ignited as the orgasm rushed over her, Connor’s mouth covering hers. Swallowing her choked scream and the series of desperate cries that followed it as she rode out the wave of unbelievable pleasure.

Raphael let go of her hands, one arm sliding around her waist and holding her still as he thrust hard and deep, chasing his own release, his sharp groan echoing as he found it.

Victoria closed her eyes, aware only of Connor’s mouth, tasting him in the bright darkness behind her lids, whisky and heat, and an unexpected sweetness.

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