Sex Scene Championship Part 2 Round 3 : Jade Lee writing as Kathy Lyons (@JadeLeeAuthor) and Jack L.Pyke

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So for our next round, we have the fabulous ladies Kathy Lyons and Jack L.Pyke

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!”

“Don’t…” His soft voice… I swore he was over my shoulder whispering that in my ear, because I shivered, his voice so fucking calm.

“Don’t what?” I snapped.

“…wear it for me, Jack.”

I let out a breath, hating how it itched like hell waiting, then that release of pressure….

“Careful, Jack. You’re getting hard.”

I’d let the sheet fall to my feet and my cheeks burned. Breathing, just light, dusted the room; I knew it was his, but mine matched it until I couldn’t define who was breathing for who.

“It will hurt, Jack.” His voice was a little lower, almost seductive, driving me fucking nuts. “Don’t… control it.”

“How?” I snarled, the hopelessness real lousy in my voice.

“Control gained through rhythmic breathing, Jack. You don’t think I could come up with something far worse for that fine body? You don’t think I know you? That all it would take would be a message in the right inbox to bring you to your knees, bring your business down if you don’t… control it.”

Business? What the fuck?

Picking up the cage, unlocking the padlock and separating it in to two pieces, I followed his quiet instructions. With the ring held closest to my sac, I took my left ball and gently eased it through the ring. The metal was cold, causing my balls to instantly retract, and I swore, thinking it had been kept in a deep freeze somewhere to create that very reaction. Ignoring it as best as possible, I worked my other ball through and felt the ring almost choke my sac as it settled around the base. How the hell was I supposed to get my cock through that too…?

I figured it out for myself and, keeping my head down, I bent my cock in ways contortionists were never taught, all so I could push the tip of my cock through the already packed ring. I was on automatic, slipping into work-mode, concentration and a line of sweat marking my forehead in different ways as I figured out how things fitted together.

Feeling tight to the point of uncomfortable at the base of my sac, I slipped the silver cage over my dick, and locked it securely into place. The tight space between ring and cage meant my balls were packed tight against the cage, all to stop my dick slipping out.

“Looks sexy, Jack. Real fucking sexy.”

“I catch you on my CCTV, your ass is done for,” I said quietly. But I was too distracted to carry through on that threat. It looked weird, my cock all encased in silver, visible in places as my dick pushed against the casing, my balls bound tight against it.

“Hang on.” I tugged at the silver casing but couldn’t pull it off without using the key. “How the fuck do I relieve myself?” There was a soft chuckle, and I glared around the room. “Don’t take the fucking piss.”

“The shaft is designed for any needs you have, Jack. Relax.”

Sure enough, feeling at the far end of the casing, there was a larger space for nature’s call. But I didn’t relax.

“Twenty-four hours, no longer,” said the voice. “And, Jack?”

“What?” I spat.

“Night, gorgeous.”

I didn’t feel like he gave me any privacy; he’d just simply let me know he didn’t want to talk anymore. The hairs on my neck were still pricked, every muscle tense, eyes and ears alert for any other sounds. There was a faint breathing. Maybe? I couldn’t be sure. I couldn’t tell with pressure pushing through my head and giving me that whoosh-whoosh sensation in my ears.

Grabbing the sheet, the blush infecting the rest of my body, feeling the silver shaft slap my thigh as I got in bed, I pulled the covers over my body, pillow over my head, and tried to sleep.