#SSceneC2017 : Semi Final 1 Pot A : Hudson Lin vs Amy Andrews @hudsonlinwrites @AmyAndrewsbooks

Posted October 26, 2017 by Nix in Active Giveaway, Sex Scene Championship 2017 / 0 Comments

Accepted – Hudson Lin

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The tip of Tyler’s tongue slipped out from between the full lips and wetted them as if inviting Cam in for a taste. Tyler’s eyes were heavy lidded, and the hand on his shoulder tightened in a squeeze. Cam felt himself drifting closer, compelled by something too complicated for him to comprehend. 

The first brush of lips against lips was the crack that broke the dam and suddenly ten years of suppressed desire came gushing out. He kissed Tyler like a man carried by the crest of a wave, propelled forward by a force that could not be tamed. Cam’s fingers found their way into Tyler’s thick silky hair, and he pressed up against the toned hardness of Tyler’s body. They stumbled in Cam’s eagerness until Tyler was pushed up against the wall, his arms pulling Cam closer.  

God, he tasted good: whiskey and smoke, and the spices from that night’s biriyani dinner. Cam slipped his tongue inside Tyler’s mouth, desperate to taste every square inch. He groaned when Tyler’s tongue fought back, wrestling against his until his own mouth was invaded. Cam didn’t mind, he sucked on Tyler’s tongue until the other man bucked against him. 

Tyler’s bulge brushed against his thigh and he shifted until they were properly aligned. And then one of Tyler’s hands drifted down to grasp at Cam’s ass, squeezing hard and pulling him close as they ground against each other. Deep shudders tore through Cam at the sensation—he couldn’t stop shaking.

He pulled himself away from Tyler’s delicious mouth, struggling for some semblance of control, only to have Tyler kiss and lick at his neck, nibbling at his earlobe. Cam let his head fall back as the wave of desire carried him forward. 

Tyler pulled Cam back into a tonsil deep kiss and the hand that had been clutching at his ass drifted around to the front. When the heel of Tyler’s hand pressed against his throbbing dick, Cam let out a cry and jerked at the unfamiliar contact. He clung to Tyler, fingers digging into the sloping muscles of Tyler’s arms; he didn’t care if he was leaving marks. 

Then, with a deftness that escaped Cam’s befuddled mind, Tyler unbuttoned and unzipped Cam’s pants and pulled his boxers low enough for Cam’s hard, leaking cock to spring out. Cam almost died when Tyler wrapped his long, hot fingers around his dick. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt the touch of another man, the tight grasp of a hand that wasn’t his own. 

He was shaking uncontrollably now, moaning into Tyler’s mouth as their tongues continued to duel. It didn’t take long, one tug and then two. A twist of Tyler’s hand across the head of Cam’s cock, and a swipe of his thumb against the leaking slit. And then Cam was coming, his body convulsing in spasms as he unloaded all over Tyler’s hand. 

Playing With Forever – Amy Andrews

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He spun her around and yanked the dress down, leaving it to pool around her ankles, a lace thong the only thing between her and naked.
“Fuck.” His breath hissed out at the sight of her bare breasts, the two pale triangles of flesh glowing like a torch in the subdued light. His gaze locked on the slight swing of them and Juliet’s gut clenched.

So did her sex.

He swooped down, his mouth opening over a nipple and Juliet almost screamed it felt so good. Hot and wet, the suction almost brutal. His hand squeezed the other breast and she arched into it, his fingers pinching the diamond hard tip.

It hurt. It hurt so freaking good.

“This what you want, huh?” He pulled her hips off the wall with his spare hand to fit snug against his body. “Me using you like this?”

His head lowered to her other breast, replacing the pinching with suction, soothing the stinging tip as his fingers tortured the other.

Yes. This. Them using each other. That was what she wanted. What the hell was wrong with that?

“Fuck you,” she panted, her left hand ploughing into his hair, her fingers twisting hard.

He didn’t even flinch and that just made her madder.

She shoved his jacket off his shoulders, pushing it half way down his arms, deliberately restricting the movement of his hands. But his mouth was still free. Free to lick and nip and suck, relentless on her breasts, ravaging them until she thought she might just die from the flood of pleasure and the tiny daggers of pain as he grazed his teeth against the sensitive tips.

She groped in his back pocket for his wallet, pulled it out and quickly located the condom he always stashed there. Blindly, she reached for his fly, not bothering with buttons or press studs, not caring whether his trousers were on or off, just needing access to his cock.

She found the metal tab and reefed it down. He grunted at the noise then groaned as she quickly freed his dick from his underwear. Her nipple slipped from his mouth, his forehead pressed to her chest.

He was smooth and big and lethal and hers and Juliet’s heart sped faster at the thought of him being inside her. “This is what I want.” She ripped the condom open and groped between them, fumbling. A guttural noise of triumph escaped when she finally managed to sheath him.

“Now –” Her hands slid to his hips. “Fuck me, damn it.”

He didn’t need to be told, his hands trapped at her hips, were already rolling her underwear down, pushing the itty bitty thong as far as he could reach before sliding the hard, thick length of his cock through the slickness between her legs.

He notched himself at her entrance and Juliet lifted her leg, gripping his hip with her inner thigh. “Ryder.” She panted into his neck in frustration, rutting against him as he held still, trying to wiggle herself on to him. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it might burst through her chest. “Do it, damn it.”

He did it. Flexed his hips and in one quick thrust, ploughed straight in to the hilt. He groaned and she gasped, her head rocking back against the wall. “Yesss.”

It was perfect. Just right. Just what the raging, frothing she-demon inside her needed. The demon that had driven the stupid argument between them and nothing short of his possession was going to drive her out. Revenge sex had taught Juliet that it wasn’t possible to screw the angry out, but if anyone could, it was Ryder.

She moved restlessly against him as he held himself high inside her. “Again,” she demanded. “More.”

“Christ.” His breath was hot on her neck. “You’re so fucking bossy.”

But he gave her more, his hands clamping hard on her hips, locking them into position, using them for purchase as he pulled out and slammed into her again.

And again. And Again. Over and over.

His hips bucked with precision, like a machine, pistoning in and out, ramming his cock right to the hilt, her entire body jerking with every thrust.

He didn’t try to kiss her. She probably would have bitten him if he had. This wasn’t nice sex. It wasn’t considerate. This wasn’t the kind of sex lovers had. It was two angry people trying to fuck each other into submission.

And she’d never been more turned on in her life.

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