Sex Scene Championship Final 16! Round 2 : Jade Lee writing as Kathy Lyons (@JadeLeeAuthor) and Tessa Bailey (@mstessabailey)

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Execerpt One –

Two Week Seduction – Jade Lee writing as Kathy Lyons ©

 “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!”

“Know what I think, baby? You love making my cock hard. You’ve been living for it since that first night.” Reed leaned forward slightly, gaze riveted on her chest.  “I’ve been living for it, too. I’ve been stroking myself off to the memory of how you looked at me on that patio. Like you were a little nervous and a lot turned on. Did you go back to your seat in the fancy restaurant and cross your legs tighter than before? Were you planning on going back to your room later that night and imagining the big bad man touching your pussy?”

“Yes.”

Julie hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and tugged it down just enough that he could see the top of her silky teal-colored thong. The performance, her secret fantasy come to life, emboldened her. Made her want to shock him back. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and looked at him through hooded eyes. “If I had pleasured myself that night, Reed, you wouldn’t have been touching me with your hand. In my fantasy, you would have been deep, deep inside of me. Telling me what a bad thing I’d done.”

“What bad thing did you do, baby?” His voice sounded raw.

“When you showed up at the party, I might have gone to the bathroom and…hiked my skirt up a little higher for you. I knew you’d be watching me.”

“Sweet fucking hell.”

Julie let her skirt drop, leaving her in nothing but the minuscule panties. Reed’s loud groan caused any lingering self-consciousness to fade as Julie arched her back, bent her knees and ground her hips as low as she could go toward the ground. He let out a string of curses as she rose gradually, dancing erotically to the pounding beat of the music.

“Come closer, baby. Need you closer. Now, pixie.”

The desire in his voice tore at her own, sending it clamoring through her system. She needed to be closer, to touch, just as badly as he needed it. Still facing away from him, she gripped his knees and lowered her bottom onto his lap, gasping at the hardness she encountered. She switched her hips from a circular motion to a gentle front-to-back tease that allowed her to ride his length base to tip. “You like that, sugar?” she whispered, barely audible among the bass-heavy music.

“Enough teasing. Sit down all the way and work my cock with your beautiful ass. No more games.” He released a strangled growl against her neck. “I’m warning you right now, it’s going to be a rough ride. If you’re not ready for it yet, I’ll put you on your knees for a while to take my edge off.”

Julie’s heart pounded so loud, it felt like it might exit her chest. His words were pushing her past her breaking point. Words that should offend her, alarm her. Instead, she only wanted more. She wanted Reed’s brand of rough. Wanted to be the object of his lust, his reason for losing control.

When she slipped a hand underneath the waistband of her panties, his breathing grew even more labored. She found the bundle of nerves, aching for his touch, and circled her middle finger around it once. “I don’t want your edge off. I don’t want to be treated like a lady.” She tipped her head to the side, whimpering as his lips licked and sucked at her neck. “I want you to deliver on all the promises you’ve made. I want everything you’ve got.”

At once, he surged out of the chair with a growl, carrying her with him. He pushed her down over a smooth cedar bureau, bent over with her hips in the air, and yanked the panties down her legs. Julie looked at her reflection in the attached mirror, amazed at the woman staring back at her. She looked drugged, desperate, out of control. Such a departure from her usual unruffled composure. Behind her, Reed’s features were drawn together tightly as he ripped open a condom wrapper and rolled it down his thick length with jerky movements.

With one powerful drive, Reed finally entered her. The pressure was so great, so delicious, that Julie bit her lip and screamed, hands scrambling for purchase on the wood bureau top. Through partially blind eyes, she looked up at Reed’s reflection to find an expression of undiluted pleasure on his face. But it quickly transformed into a need for more, as he wrapped her hair around his fist and jerked it back.

“You will never dance like that again. You will never hike your skirt up again. Never.” He pulled out slightly, then thrust back into her hard. “Not unless it’s for me. Is that understood?”

Julie cried out. “Yes.”