Sex Scene Championship Final 16! Round 6 : Nico Jaye (@nicojaye) and Sidney Bristol (@Sidney_Bristol)

Posted September 5, 2014 by Nix in Sex Scene Championship 2014 / 0 Comments

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.

So for our next round we have Nico Jaye and Sidney Bristol

Excerpt One –  

 Sidney Bristol – Committed ©

Sidney’s Website |  Twitter

Damien knelt between her spread legs, releasing the ropes, coasting his touch up her thighs to the juncture.

Oh God, she chanted in her head.

Damien passed his fingers through her folds.

“You’re wet,” he said.

She whimpered, unable to form words.

He spread her labia and she closed her eyes, too vulnerable at that moment to watch. She gripped the ropes and let her head drop back again, waiting for a more intimate touch.

His lips wrapped around her clit and her spine bowed up, the air rushed from her lungs, and for a single moment the world seemed to pause.

That was not what she’d expected.

Damien’s tongue flicked the bundle of nerves back and forth while he kneaded her ass in his palms.

Her breath stuttered in her chest and her pussy clenched on nothing, and yet she arched farther into the ropes. She opened her mouth on a silent shout as her body convulsed, the delicate muscles in her channel spasmed, and the delicious release of climax washed over her. Just a little one, enough to leave her gasping for breath, her head spinning.

She pried her eyes open, to find Damien watching her as he pressed a kiss to her thigh.

“Again,” he said.

“What?” she panted.

He didn’t repeat himself.

Damien gently brushed his fingers over her clit, pulling the hood back.

“Oh God,” she whispered. If this was his idea of payback, she’d make sure he always owed her.

His mouth settled on her clit, hot and raw against the little bundle of nerves. Her body, sensitized and strung tight, quaked despite the small respite. He rubbed his tongue over it, and this time she couldn’t tear her gaze away. He stared at her while he teased her opening with his fingers. He saw down to the depths of her soul while his mouth made love to her, demanding the rise and fall of her breath, the pounding of her heart.

“I can’t,” she sobbed.

His gaze said, Yes you can.

She gripped the ropes and moved her hips, urging his fingers faster. Heat rose on her cheeks, spread to her chest, warming her body. Multiple orgasms weren’t something she’d done more than a few times, but he’d played her body with expertise before.

Heat pooled in the pit of her stomach, blossoming into lust. She tossed her head back and groaned, reaching for the ropes and stretching, arching into it. Damien stroked her through it, prolonging the sweet torture of release without his cock.

“That’s it,” he whispered, stroking her thighs, and up to her stomach.

She sagged, the second release taking all of her energy.

Damien brushed his fingers over a nipple and a sensation like an electric charge zapped through her. She gasped and jumped, snapping her eyes wide open.

He chuckled and leaned against her, some of his weight falling on her and the ropes, but not too much to bear.

“Time to remove these.”

He stroked the other breast and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. The clamps came off with a little tug; he did both at the same time. She groaned as blood rushed into the peaks. Maybe the clamps were stronger than she thought.

Damien didn’t give her any respite. He rubbed his palms over the abused flesh. She whimpered, trying to move away, but he had her captured, completely at his mercy. Or lack thereof. Pain turned to pleasure and she arched into his hold.

Whatever he wanted of her, she was willing to offer.

Damien pulled away from her and she whimpered at the loss of his body, the weight that pressed the ropes into her skin, and his heat.

“Shh, sweetness, I’m here. I’ll always take care of you,” he whispered, stroking her body, drawing trails down her chest and stomach, up her legs. “I’m going to fuck you now, unless you want down.”

“No,” she wailed.

“No, what?”

“Don’t take me down, not yet. Please, sir.”

He cupped her face, swiping his thumb across her cheek. “You’re flying hard, aren’t you?”

Poppy knew he didn’t mean the ropes. She nodded.

“You have to open those eyes. Watch me fuck you. Know who it is inside you.”

She pried her eyes open again, unsure when she’d closed them, and peered up at him. Her muscles were starting to ache, and she would have rope burn, but those physical reminders would be her most precious possession. Because he’d given them to her. He’d given her this.

Damien rocked back on his heels and she realized for the first time that he was completely naked. His big, black cock jutted toward her. Again she wondered how he’d fit last time, and if he would now. She hoped so. She ached to feel him again.

He ripped open a condom and rolled it on. His gaze slid to her and she froze. Not that she was allowed much movement, but she stilled. Her body swayed on the ropes, not having gotten the memo.

The blunt head of his cock pressed against her opening. He grasped the ropes suspending her hips and pulled. His length slid into her channel and she gasped at the intrusion. Slick from orgasm, her muscles stretched around him. She groaned as he pulled the ropes again, impaling her further on his length.

This was completely new. Not only was her mind soaring, her body was floating on air.

Damien grasped the harness around her hips and thrust deep, seating himself fully in her channel. Her eyes fluttered wide and she gasped, feeling every inch of him. Her toes curled and she dug her nails into the rope.

They froze for a moment, each breathing heavily, gazes locked.

He moved first, grasping the chest harness with one hand and hauling her upright, into a sitting position, and taking her mouth in a savage kiss. He thrust up into her and she squealed against him.

“Hold on to the ring.” His voice was low and rough.

She did as he told her, grasping the ring, which changed the position entirely. Now she faced him, but still she was suspended.

Damien held on to her hips and thrust. Her breath stuttered out and her head rolled back on her shoulders.

So good.

He touched all of her, every nerve ending and secret place. The drag of flesh on flesh urged her ever higher.

He withdrew and thrust hard, but didn’t stop. With the harness restraining her, he had complete control. Again and again he thrust deep, pushing her further up.

She came on a shout, moaning out her release as he continued to pound into her, and the room resounded with their lovemaking, raw and primal.

Damien came in a series of frenzied thrusts, freezing at the last second to bite down on her shoulder, muting his shout of release. She hissed, but didn’t begrudge him another mark on her body. He’d branded her his, and even if this was a passing relationship, a little piece of her would always belong to him, and that was a terrifying thought.



Excerpt Two –  

Nico Jaye – Punch-Drunk Love ©

Nico’s Website |  Twitter

Oliver looked down at him. JJ’s features were masked under the costume and darkness, but the faint glow trickling around the corners of the never-ending hallway picked up a soft sheen off the smooth skin of his biceps. The cowboy hat had fallen back on its string, catching under his chin, and his hair— lightish brown or maybe blond? —was shadowy in the darkness. JJ ground against him, his vest-covered torso and denim-clad hips pressing close, and Oliver groaned.

No matter. Oliver’s eyes slid shut as he reached for JJ. Whatever color it is, however he looks, it doesn’t matter because he feels so goddamn incredible.

Their lips met, and the kiss swiftly moved from caressing touches to sharp nips and wet tongues. It was Oliver’s first encounter with a tongue ring, and so far he’d give it a ten out of ten, would recommend, would definitely bang. Oliver reached up to cup a strong jawline, stubble prickling his palms, while JJ’s hands slid up his sides. Oliver gasped when JJ’s thumbs rubbed teasing circles around his nipples.

“Sensitive?” There was a smile in that husky voice, and JJ didn’t wait for a response. He ducked his head to lick at Oliver’s right nipple while his fingertip continued to brush against the other. Oliver groaned, his hands sliding behind to sift through JJ’s soft waves of hair.

JJ moved away and blew on the stiff, wet peak. A shiver ran down Oliver’s spine at the same time the press of his cock against the seam of his jeans grew unbearable. Oliver arched his back, trying to get closer somehow, and JJ chuckled darkly, breaths puffing softly against Oliver’s chest. His hands moved to grip Oliver’s hips, pressing them back against the wall in an unexpected display of strength.

Oliver bit back a moan. Fuck, that’s hot.

Tacitly obeying, Oliver stopped, even letting his masked cowboy move his arms so that Oliver’s palms lay flat against the wall. Finally, JJ resumed his movement downwards. He licked a stripe down Oliver’s side, coming to center to tickle his belly button with his tongue. When he followed Oliver’s dark happy trail south and paused at the edge of his jeans, Oliver could only choke out a soft please.

Oliver’s breath grew ragged when JJ finally unbuttoned his fly. The touch of those strong fingers on his dick almost undid him, and he couldn’t hold back a moan as JJ eased his now-hard cock up and out of Oliver’s standard white briefs.

JJ’s fingers curled around his length, and Oliver thrust into his fist, pleasure racing through him. He was just thinking, handjobs, hell yeah— I’m so on board with that, when the feel of moist, wet heat enveloped his cock, taking him by surprise.

He bit his lip to muffle his cry, but even in his distraction, the noise seemed loud in the deserted nook they’d found. The intense warmth spread, going down and down until it engulfed his cock whole, JJ’s lips meeting his hand where it was wrapped around the base.

Fucking unbelievable.

Oliver watched as he slowly pulled off and felt the bar in JJ’s tongue trail along the underside of his cock, leaving his erection cool with wetness in the open air. JJ daubed at the head softly, causing Oliver to gasp. After blowing lightly on the moist tip, JJ touched his tongue to Oliver’s cockhead again, keeping it there to wiggle it under the foreskin that had pulled back, revealing a head whose shine was visible even in the low light of the hallway.

JJ kept one hand around the base while he sucked at the head, teasing with licks that were alternately delicate, then strong. Based on the harsh breaths that brushed against his sensitive cockhead and the movement of JJ’s other arm, Oliver guessed JJ’s right hand was busy stroking himself.

So incredibly hot.

Oliver’s climax was growing inside of him, building up to an explosion. When JJ ducked his head to mouth at his balls, Oliver panted and curled his hands against the sturdy wall, the textured stucco rough against his fingertips. “I’m close,” he warned.

In response, JJ bobbed up and down on his cockhead once more, his mouth utterly wicked as he swirled his tongue around the tip. At last, he stood up, the stroking hand at his open fly proving Oliver’s suspicions correct.

Oliver whimpered at the loss of friction on his throbbing cock, but quickly found relief when JJ lined up his own erection against Oliver’s. Oliver brought one hand forward to cover them both, and they stroked in unison.

“Fuck… fuck,” JJ kept saying, the words punching out of him with each strong tug.

“Yes, yes, oh god,” Oliver cried out, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt the pressure build.

In the darkness, Oliver could only feel, and JJ’s cock was thick and solid under Oliver’s palm. Their lengths slid along each other, slippery with precome and hot with friction and arousal.

“Jesus Christ, I’m gonna come,” JJ whispered harshly, and he began to twist his wrist at the top of his strokes.

Oliver’s head dropped back against the wall, mouth falling open on a gasp, the sensations overwhelming him until he couldn’t stop tipping over the edge.


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