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.
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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.
Excerpt One –
Dare to Resist – Laura Kaye ©
Colton whispered into Kady’s ear and met her gaze in the bathroom mirror. “Tell me you want me inside you, Kady. Tell me you want me so deep I might never find my way back out again.”
She leaned her cheek against his. “I do, Colton. I want you inside me. I want you everywhere.” Maybe it was wishful thinking, but the look on her beautiful face told him her answer was bigger than just this moment.
And it was all he needed to hear. Holding her arms behind her back, Colton bent his knees, tilted his hips, and slid his cock into her tight, wet heat. “Fuck, you are so small. Don’t let me hurt you,” he growled.
“You won’t.” She moaned and bore down on him, taking him in deeper.
Colton wanted to hold back, to resist, but she was too damn hot and wet and good. And his need for her could only be denied so long. He bottomed out inside her, his balls settling against her sensitive flesh. “That’s a good girl, taking all of my cock.” He bit down on the soft tendon that ran between her neck and her shoulder.
“Oh, God. Please, please move.” Molten green eyes pleaded with him in the mirror. Her hips wiggled and tried to make him.
“Careful what you wish for. Now, brace your arms on the counter.”
Kady moved like her life depended on it, and her urgent need escalated his.
Grasping her hips, he slowly withdrew almost all the way to the tip, but then he snapped his hips and drove back in, shoving her whole body forward. More of those slow-then-hard, punctuated thrusts followed, knocking a moan out of her every time.
It was all the adjustment he could allow her before the heat in his head and his chest and his gut demanded total abandon. Colton grabbed her hips and fucked her hard and fast. Her rhythmic moans turned constant at the harsh pace. Wanting her absolutely wild, he angled his thrusts to hit her G-spot. Now that he knew she was capable of coming so forcefully, he wanted her doing it on him every damn time.
With his other hand, he reached around and pinched and rolled her nipple. And then he wrenched her up into an almost-standing position, one hand across her breasts, the other dragging down to find her clit. He circled his fingers there and she screamed.
Her orgasm fisted at his cock and her slick wetness coated him.
“Fuck, yeah,” he roared, fighting back his own release. He wasn’t done with her. Not by a long shot. “I want you under me,” he said as he pulled out and kicked his pants off the rest of the way. He turned her around, then he lifted her into a fireman’s carry over his shoulder.
She let out an indignant cry and beat at his back. “Put me down!”
Colton chuckled and swatted her on the ass. Kady screamed and laughed as he threw her onto the bed and crawled up over her, his hips and legs pinning hers, his hands manacles around her wrists. “You’re mine.” He grasped his cock, forced her thighs apart, and slid home again. “This body. This pussy. Mine.”
“Yes, yes,” she said, her mouth dropping open and her eyes closing.
“Tell me, Kady. Mean it.” Holding her wrists, he fucked her in an alternating pattern of fast and shallow and slow and deep.
“I’m yours, Colton. Make me yours.” She lifted her head, seeking a kiss, and he was only too happy to give her what she wanted. It was rough and possessive and fucking delicious.
He pushed her arms up straight above her head and held her there, completely trapped beneath him. Damn, this was where he wanted her to stay forever.
“Oh my God,” she moaned when he really started to move, making sure to grind against her clit with every thrust. Sex filled the air, their scent, the wet sound of their fucking, the slap of skin on skin, and harsh, panting breaths.
Slamming his hips down on hers, he knew he was probably going to bruise her with his hip bones, and he fucking loved the idea that she’d wear him on her skin, too. That days later, she’d see the evidence of their lovemaking and think of him.
Lovemaking. Was that were they were doing? You really have to ask that, Colton? No. Not really.
And that realization shoved him hard toward his orgasm. He released her arms and curled his hands around the top of her head, giving him leverage to drive into her hard and fast. Her arms came around him, gripping and clawing and holding him. Damn, how he hoped she marked him, too.
Hunching himself around her, Colton kissed her with his eyes wide open. “You’re going to make me come. Where do you want it?”
“Inside. Don’t leave me.”
The words kicked him in the spine and had him driving into her. In a fast motion, he lifted one of her legs, opening her up so he could go deeper. One arm holding her leg, he braced his weight on the other again her collarbone.
“Here it comes,” he rasped, feeling her swallow beneath his hand.
On his second thrust, Kady came. Her face crumpled in pleasure and her pussy went painfully tight and maddeningly wet around his cock.
Colton’s orgasm plowed through him and he jerked and poured himself inside her. “Fuck, Kady,” he growled, moving helplessly through the almost-violent release.
The minute it was over, the haze of aggression fled from Colton’s mind. It was always that way, as if a pressure valve had been opened and drained. Until next time.
Execerpt Two –
Getting Played by Lexxie Couper ©
She snorted and withdrew her hand from his fingers. “Flattery will get you nowhere. Orgasm however…”
Jax’s cock throbbed. He studied her, waiting.
With a slow breath, Nat shifted on the seat beside him and fixed him with a steady gaze. “So here’s the deal. You want magic. I want amazing sex. But I’m in charge. You meet every challenge I give you, and I give you possible replacements for the irreplaceable.”
“So let’s cut to the chase. First challenge.”
He pulled in his own breath, every fibre in his body charged.
“I’m going to go down on you right now—”
A hot shard of concentrated lust speared Jax’s groin.
“—and you’re not allowed to come unless I give you permission.”
He blinked. “What?”
She studied him. “The first challenge is denial. I am denying you the right to come.”
A knot of something dark and primitive twisted in Jax’s gut. He stared at her, his cock hard and heavy. “I thought you wanted me to give you—”
“I do, Campbell,” she cut him off, her voice modulated. “But in case you haven’t figured it out yet, this is also about revenge.”
“For having sex with other women before you and I started to get serious?”
“We were already serious. But no, not that. For taking my AC/DC record.”
“Nat,” he began and then stopped. He didn’t know what to say.
And it seemed she didn’t want him to say anything anyway. Eyes holding his, lips parted, she leaned forward, unzipped his fly and released his rigid dick.
It sprang free of his trousers instantly and enthusiastically.
“I love that you never wear underwear,” she murmured, lowering her head to his crotch. Her breath caressed his straining flesh, a warm tickle of taunting promise.
He stared at the back of her head, chest tight. They’d never played power games in their previous sexual relationship. They’d just gone at each other whenever they wanted, surrendering to their perfectly matched sexual appetites. And he’d never allowed any of his sexual partners after her to dominate him. So why the fuck was he so turned on by the idea of Nat being in control of his release now?
The soft, wet touch of her tongue on the tip of his cock stole any answer his brain may have formed.
He hissed in a breath, reaching for her hair.
She slapped his hand away without lifting her head.
He groaned out a snigger, the sound turning shaky as she flicked the tip of her tongue over his cock’s tiny slit.
Jolts of squirming heat shot through him, sinking into his balls. He shifted on his seat, thrusting his hips upward in a slow roll.
Nat waited, her breath on his aching rod an exquisite torment.
When he settled again, she traced her tongue up the entire length of his erection, from where his cock parted his fly up to its very crown.
Jax groaned again, balling his fists.
A part of his rapture-fogged brain recognized the subtle sway and movement of the limo as they drove through Sydney, heading for the IMAX theatre thirty-odd minutes away. Another part wished to fucking hell they were heading for Perth on the other side of the fucking country, almost four thousand kilometres away. He didn’t want this to end. He truly didn’t.
And it had only just begun.
Once again, Nat’s breath kissed his hot flesh. He ground his teeth, waiting for the bliss of her tongue. Instead, she nipped the tip of his cock with her teeth.
Hot pleasure lashed at him. “Fuck!” he burst out, slamming his hips upward.
She planted her palms on his thighs and shoved him back to the seat, glancing up at him through the dark strands of her fringe.
He reached for her hair, needing to feel its glossy weight tangle through his fingers but she slapped his hand away again.
He let out a raspy chuckle. “If you say s—”
She plunged her lips down his length, cutting his cheeky response dead. She sucked back up to his crown, rolled the flat of her tongue over the bulbous dome of his cock and then took him deep into her mouth again. As far as the parted fly of his trousers would allow.
He groaned, arching in his seat. Flicking a glance at the control panel of the privacy glass, he realized she hadn’t locked it. His heart thumped faster. Bruce could lower the divider at any moment.
Hot blood flooded his already engorged dick at the thought, making it twitch in Nat’s mouth.
Nat hummed her approval, drew harder on his length and slowly inched back up to the rim of his crown.
He let out a ragged breath, rolled his head and closed his eyes. His balls throbbed. “Oh yeah.”
Nat continued to work his cock with her lips, tongue and teeth. Every time a shudder of liquid tension claimed him, she’d pause, lips sealed around his flesh.
He ground his teeth, driving his nails to his palms. Fuck, he was close to blowing. Close to flooding her mouth and throat with his release. “Nat…” he rasped, grabbing at the edge of the seat as she laved the sensitive knot of flesh just below his cockhead. “How…how serious are you…are you about me not…not coming?”
She withdrew her mouth from his dick and fixed him with a level gaze, undeniable pleasure burning in her grey eyes. “Are you going to fail the first challenge already, Campbell?”
The huskiness of her voice belied her poise.
He forced out a strained laugh. “Not at all.”
Her lips curled. “So you won’t mind if I do this?”
She repositioned herself on the seat beside him and parted the split in her dress, revealing the fact she wore no underwear.
“Or this?” she murmured, stroking a slow finger along the seam of her hair-free pussy.
Liquid electricity shot up Jax’s spine. Into his balls. He stared at her finger playing with her clit, his throat thick, his mouth dry. “Unfair,” he ground out.
A throaty chuckle fell from her lips. “I never said I was going to play fair.”
He reached for her hand between her thighs, aching to feel the slick moisture of her juices on his fingers.
For a delicious second, she allowed him. He parted her folds with his middle finger, a rush of giddy pleasure claiming him at her slick warmth. A strangled moan vibrated low in his chest. He closed his eyes, slowly inching his finger deeper into her tightness.
She shifted on the seat, circling his wrist to control his penetrations even as she wrapped her other hand around his still engorged shaft.
“Unfair,” he groaned again. Hell, he was going to come any second now.
She laughed, sliding his finger in and out her sex at the same time as she pumped his cock with increasing pressure.
A shudder rocked him. His balls constricted higher to his body. He opened his eyes and stared at the limo’s ceiling, desperate to stave off the mounting heat in his groin. It was damn near impossible, what with the mind-blowing pressure of her pussy around his finger and the equally intense pressure of her hand working his cock. Pumping up and down it. Kneading it.
Hot licks of tension lashed over his balls. He bit back a shaky curse, all too aware he was on the cusp of an orgasm.
“Uh-uh,” she reproached, voice a breathless pant. “I told you…”
He wriggled his finger inside her, determined to undo her control. To make her come with him.
Because he was going to come. With the scent of Nat’s pleasure in every breath he pulled, the tight suction of her pussy on his finger, the warm moisture of her juices on his flesh…with the feel of her palm sliding up and down his cock…oh yeah, he was going to come. But not until he made her come first.
Ignoring her controlling grip on his wrist, he withdrew his finger from inside her and placed it on the nub of her clit. Rolled it over the tiny button.
Her hissed intake of breath told him he’d hit the right spot. As did her hoarse, “Fuck, that’s it, that’s it.”
Pulse pounding, concentrated need rising in his groin, he opened his eyes and stared into hers. “Say it again.”
She studied him, her breath ragged, her lips parted, her breasts rising and falling. “That’s it,” she panted, grinding her clit to his finger. “That’s it.”
“Come for me, Boxhead,” he ordered as he closed his hand around hers on his cock and pumped faster. “Come on my hand. Now.”
“We’re almost there, Mr. Campbell,” Bruce’s voice filled the back of the limo through the com-link speaker. “Just waiting for our turn at the beginning of the red carpet.”
Tight fury threaded through Jax’s red-hot pleasure. He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to make her come. He wanted to hear her cry out as her orgasm detonated in her soul.
He wanted to join her in release. He wanted to fucking erupt and paint the limo’s ceiling with his—
“Two cars away, Mr. Campbell,” Bruce’s voice sounded from the speaker.
“Fuck,” Nat ground out, teeth clenched, ecstasy etched on her face. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Jax rolled his finger over her clit faster, gazing into her eyes. Drowning in the wanton need he saw there, the undeniable pleasure. “Come for me, gorgeous,” he moaned, every molecule in his body thrumming. Christ, any second now…he was going to come any second… “I want you to come…”
“Inside me,” Nat demanded, hips rolling. “Fucking shove your fucking fingers inside—”
He sank two fingers into her sodden pussy and scissored them inside her. “Come for me, gorgeous,” he pleaded, aching for his own release. “Come for—”
She threw back her head, slammed her hands to the limo’s ceiling, rammed her hips forward and, teeth biting into her bottom lip, drenched his hand with her release.
“We are here,” Bruce’s voice filled the limo just as the car came to a stop.
Without a word, Nat withdrew Jax’s hand from between her thighs and lifted it to his lips.
“Taste it,” she whispered, holding his stare. “You did that to me.”
He swiped out his tongue and ran it up the length of his middle finger. Her honeyed musk flooded his senses, distinctly hers. His whole body reacted, a tsunami of raw need and base urgency.
A slow smile curled Nat’s lip as she lowered her head to his. She squeezed his straining cock. “And I did that to you,” she murmured in his ear.
He ground out a whimpered moan, and then another one as she released his length and settled back into the plush seat beside him.
She shot him a sideways glance. “Ready?”
The back door opened before he could respond and Bruce’s massive, tuxedo-clad body filled the frame. The screams and cheers of the public waiting to get a glimpse of their favourite idol or celebrity flowed into the cabin from beyond. And Jax sat there, panting, with his dick out.
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