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.
You have to vote through the rafflecopter form for your vote to count. You can do this using FB or an email address … none of these are visible to anyone but me and I will not use them.
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 Alyssa Cole and Nico Jaye
Execerpt One –
Alyssa Cole – Eagle’s Heart©
“My behavior hasn’t exactly been typical either,” Salomeh murmured between kisses as she pushed him back into the pillows and straddled him.
“Thank goodness for small mercies,” Julian said, running his hands down her sides and encircling her waist, holding her in place as he rocked up against her. He could feel the heat of her through his sweatpants, and he pumped against her again in a fruitless endeavor.
The small kisses she placed on his brow pulsed through him like an erotic benediction. Julian clenched his teeth when she wrenched herself free from his hold and moved down his body, kissing his neck and then his chest. He closed his eyes against the jolt caused by her warm tongue running over his nipple. Her lips grazed over the raised skin on his arm, and he shuddered. The nerves there had been deadened to most sensation, but Salomeh’s soft kisses still triggered an intense pleasure. She was now moving in a steady line across his hipbone. She inched his sweatpants down, and he raised his hips to help her, leaning forward and impatiently tugging at the material standing between him and Salomeh’s luscious mouth. She glanced up at him as his cock sprang free, the heat in her eyes nearly undoing him.
“Eager, aren’t we?” she said, her words breathed on an exhale that caressed his cock only slightly before the tip of her tongue did. She swirled her tongue around his head once, twice, three times before taking as much of him as she could into her mouth. She sucked deeply as she moved up and down his shaft, and the twin sensations of tight suction and his cock meeting the back of her throat had Julian whimpering. Salomeh’s mouth was slick, her tongue agile, and she pleasured him with fervor as if it turned her on as much as it did him.
Julian bucked, trying not to forcibly fuck her mouth, which was an actual struggle given how amazing the warm suction felt. Her tongue stroked at the underside of his shaft as she fed more of his length into her mouth with each downward motion, unfurling a desperate lack of control in Julian, one he hadn’t felt since his first experiences with women. She looked up at him as her head bobbed on his cock, her cheeks hollowing out as she tried to drain him dry.
He threaded his fingers through her hair, gently pulling her away from his cock and she looked up at him in consternation.
“I need to be inside you right now.”
He handed her a condom from the bedside table, watching her as she struggled with the foil, loving the wanton desire in the way her hands shook. He leaned back on his elbows, staring at her over his painfully erect member and then bucking beneath her hands as she rolled it down over him.
She chuckled, the sound low and resonant, before retracing her path up his body, positioning her opening above his cock, and slowly taking him in.
They both cried out, Julian reveling in her smooth tightness. He had wondered if he had overblown their first rendezvous in his mind, but somehow she felt even better now, moving above him, her hands splayed on his chest as she choked back wild sounds of pleasure. He thrust up hard into her, wanting to hear that sweet wail he’d encountered the previous night.
She threw back her head, whispering his name as she stretched her arms behind her, placed her hands on his thighs, and rode him even harder, the new position giving him deeper access and causing her pussy to sheath him even more tightly. Tingles ran up and down his spine and through his hands and feet, pleasure building up, gaining power from the ever tightening vise of Salomeh’s pussy as she neared her own orgasm.
“Salomeh,” he gritted out, his voice desperate with need. He grasped at her hip with one hand and ran the other over her breasts and stomach, all exposed to his ministrations by the arch of her back.
His touch spurred her on, and she rolled her hips, swiveling over his groin in a serpentine pattern that milked his dick even harder as she sought to bring them release. The rapid clamping of her inner muscles shot him through with shards of bliss, and just like that he lost control, pumping madly into her as his orgasm overtook him. Salomeh followed him over the ledge with a surprised shout that sounded distant, drowned out by the clamor of Julian’s own rapid heartbeat.
Excerpt Two –
Nico Jaye – Punch-Drunk Love ©
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.
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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