by Lily Harlem
“Then what? Tell me, then what?”
“You fuck me from behind.” I was almost shouting now, the syllables juddering as his pace increased. “You don’t care that I’m not wet for you, you shove into my poor abused pussy over and over. You’ve still got a hand clamped over my mouth so I can’t scream for help and you ride into me like a marauder. I’m overpowered… I’m… Oh, God, Jacob…I’m…going to…”
“Me too, me fucking too.”
We came together. It was intense and furious. Our groans and shouts of delight unmuffled and uninhibited.
“Ah, yes, that’s it, oh fuck, yes,” I cried, actually sinking my teeth into his shoulder.
“Oh, baby, fucking fantastic.” He jerked, lodging deep inside me as he spilled his seed high into my body.
My pussy clamped and squeezed him, clit bobbing on his pubic bone, drawing out every last, luscious spasm of ecstasy. Suddenly his mouth was on mine again, and he kissed me, deep and profound.
Running my hands over his sweaty shoulders, I clung on, forcing my breasts into the coarse hairs on his chest and battling for breath and sanity.
“Oh, God, that was something else,” he said, shuddering within my embrace.
As I slid my palms over his hot back, I was aware that every one of his muscles was taut and tight.
“You made me completely lose it then,” he murmured. “I felt like a horny teenager again, doing it for the first time. All control left me.”
I giggled breathlessly.
He pulled back and grinned, but kept his cock pumping slowly within me. He looked down. “Ah, fuck, that looks so hot.”
I followed his gaze. His veiny, mauve shaft, rising from his black pubic hair, slid backwards and forwards through my paler pubes. It was slick and shiny and still hard and solid. I could just make out the glossy nub of my clit jutting from its hood.
The sight of Jacob entering me was sublime and I would never tire of it. But suddenly I was aware once more of my position against the window, and the memory of the binoculars comment. I went to move my legs from his hips. But he grabbed both my thighs, kept me wrapped tight around him.
“No, don’t move. Jesus, I feel like I could come all over again.” He looked up and grinned, then ducked for a kiss.
I accepted it happily and a delicious flush of accomplishment filled me. I’d done it. The old Karen was back. I could still talk dirty. I could still make Jacob lose it with words.
But, my goodness, where had those words risen from?
Where on earth had that depraved image of being taken against my will come from? I’d described it so vividly and it had sent me reeling into one damn fine orgasm.
Was there something wrong with me? Then I realised.
It’s the book. That damn filthy book.
MÈNAGE NOVELS
If you enjoy ménage romance, check out SHARED and SHARED TOO by Lily Harlem and Think Kink by Natalie Dae
SHARED
Struggling artist Ariane Arlington flees the Welsh valleys after exposing her corrupt boss. But when the sun rises she finds herself jobless and homeless in Cardiff city with barely a penny to her name.
She responds to an advert in the local paper—Room to let, wanted, girl to share. What she doesn’t realize is that the two insanely gorgeous guys who live in the penthouse apartment really do want a girl to share, in every sense of the word. Fortunately for Ariane, rent is the last thing on their minds.
She discovers the men are bound together by a turbulent past. Liam, a computer whiz, keeps a painful secret hidden beneath his buff exterior, whilst Quinn, a pioneering neurosurgeon, wonders if he’ll ever meet a woman who can live with his controlling ways. They admit the one thing missing from their lives is a woman just like Ariane, who can handle them both in and out of the bedroom and who, together, they can keep satisfied, loved and most of all, safe.
SHARED TOO
A sequel to Shared.
Ten years on I’m still convinced I’m the luckiest woman on earth. Two devastatingly gorgeous husbands committed to my satisfaction—phew!—life doesn’t get much better or much sexier.
But as though the mere concept of a perfect existence was created to be shattered, one day Quinn turned to me and said, “Shared too. I want to be shared too.” Add in the monster that haunted my nightmares and I was struggling to keep a grip on my sanity.
I soon realized the path Quinn wanted us to travel would stretch not only his experience of giving and taking, but also mine and Liam’s. In a whirlwind of desperate emotions, dark desires and erotic fantasy, we were all so distant but also so sublimely close. Sharing had never been as sweet as it was bitter, or as depraved as it was heavenly.
An Excerpt From: SHARED Copyright © LILY HARLEM, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
Suddenly I was there. I exploded and shouted out his name. My body jerked and my spine arched. Quinn wrapped his free hand around my shoulders, held me tight as he continued to drive into me, eking out every last tremor of my glorious release. I felt another surge of wetness as my internal muscles pumped around his wickedly expert hand, and then I was panting, desperate for air and looking up at his face silhouetted by the bright ceiling light.
He was staring at me, not smiling, just wide-eyed. “Stunning,” he said. “You’re so responsive, so delectably reactive I can hardly believe it.”
“It’s been quite a while,” I confessed, dragging in lungfuls of oxygen and becoming aware once more of my surroundings. The marble really was hard and very cold on my naked behind.
Suddenly another deep, male voice ricocheted around the kitchen and invaded our private moment. “Glad you two are getting on so well.”
I looked around Quinn’s shoulder at the kitchen doorway. Liam stood, arms folded, feet apart, as he surveyed us draped over the marble island he’d designed.
“Hey,” Quinn said, turning but making no move to take his fingers from inside me.
My heart leapt and I pushed frantically against him. Prickles of mortification swept through the very core of my being as I squirmed and finally rid myself of his invasion. I slid ungracefully from the island and tugged up my jeans. I heard a whimper of embarrassment escape my lips, squeezed shut my eyes and prepared to take flight.
“Hey,” Quinn said, reaching for me. “Ariane.”
“No.” I shrugged him off and sidestepped. But it was no good. He was too strong and too quick.
He scooped me against his chest and bent his head to my ear. “Ariane,” he said again, curling his arms around me in a vise-like grip. “It’s okay, really.”
“I have to go.” I twisted my neck away from where Liam stood. My heart was threatening to burst right out of my chest. He would think I was a tart, a whore, a slut. I’d been giving off serious signals of interest to him only hours ago and now he’d come out of his office to discover me sprawled wantonly over his breakfast counter being hand-fucked by his flatmate. “I can’t stay, not now, please, let me go. I have to go.”
I pushed against Quinn with all my strength and shoved backward, but something caught me. Not something, someone. Liam. Suddenly I was trapped between two rock-hard chests and surrounded by four determined arms.
“Don’t go,” Liam said into my ear. “I’m not mad at you.” He spoke with such softness that instantly my eyes filled with emotion. “I want you to stay.”
“We want you to stay,” Quinn added.
I felt a drip of shame spill over my lower lid.
“Why are you sad?” Quinn asked, tipping my chin. “I thought I just made you fly.”
“You did, but…” I dropped my head into the palms of my hands. “But I’m so embarrassed, you’ve been so kind, so helpful and you don’t even know me, somewhere to stay, clothes, food.” A juddering sob broke free. “And I’ve repaid you by behaving like a whore.”
Liam sucked in a breath behind me. “Don’t you ever say that about yourself again, Ariane.” He spun me to face him instead of
Quinn. “I won’t stand for it and neither will Quinn.”
“Absolutely not,” Quinn confirmed. “What you just did made us both very happy and we won’t have you corrupting it.”
My mind was reeling. What on earth were they on about? I had just made them ”both” very happy with my terrible display of sluttiness? “I behave like a loose-moraled tart and that makes you happy?” I asked, stunned, taking my hands from my shame-stained cheeks.
“If you say that again, or anything like that,” Quinn said in a decidedly dangerous growl by my ear, “I will put you over my knee and spank that sexy little ass of yours, Ariane.”
My mouth dropped open in shock as my body trembled at the kinky suggestion.
Liam took full advantage of my open mouth and suddenly he was kissing me, gently and slowly but with a harnessed passion that had me opening for more in spite of my confusing predicament. He cranked up the heat, our teeth touched briefly and then he delved his tongue into my mouth and began devouring me like a starving man. He tasted different to Quinn’s dark, chocolate heat. He was lighter, fresher, like he’d not long since brushed his teeth. But he was equally delicious, equally sexy, equally hot.
Quinn brushed my hair to one side and began to rain kisses onto the supersensitive part of my neck, just below my ear. I groaned in appreciation and curled my fingers into Liam’s t-shirt to hang on. Two pairs of hands began to roam my body, dipping into my waist, smoothing over my butt and thighs, reaching for my breasts.
Quinn’s erection prodded at the small of my back at the same time Liam’s hit my stomach.
I snapped my mouth away. What was I doing? What the hell was going on? My sudden movement caught them both off guard and I was able to slip free.
“No,” I said, retreating at speed. “I don’t know what’s going on here but no…how can you both…?”
“Shh, it’s okay,” Liam said, taking a step toward me.
I backed away, throwing up my hands defensively.
“No…” I said breathlessly. “I have to go.”
“But where?” Quinn said, shaking his head. “You can’t go back.”
“I don’t know,” I said, aware my voice sounded shaky. A sudden manic beeping filled the kitchen. Loud and insistent it echoed like the shrill ring of a phone in an empty hall. “Shit,” Quinn muttered. “Worst timing ever.” He reached down to his pocket.
Liam raised his eyebrows at him. “Isn’t it always?”
“What, what’s that?” I asked as I pushed a damp strand of hair from my face.
“My pager,” Quinn said, narrowing his eyes at the small flashing screen. “I have to go.” He walked toward me.
I backtracked and hit the kitchen wall.
“Liam will deal with you,” he said through tight lips. “Anything he says goes for me too.” He looked across at Liam who’d folded his arms and tipped his head.
“I feel the same way he does,” Quinn said.
“But…”
“Don’t stop this,” Quinn interrupted. “Don’t stop this before it’s even begun, Ariane, please… I beg you.”
And then he was gone. His expensive leather shoes tapped over the wooden floor of the living room and then the front door slammed with a thud.
I wrung my hands together and rested my back against the wall. What had just happened? I’d kissed Liam with the same enthusiasm I had Quinn only moments before. How could I have generated so much passion inside my soul for one man and within seconds convert it to another? I’d always been faithful, I’d never cheated on Geraint, never even been tempted. Yet here I was getting mashed between two very aroused men and, I had to admit, enjoying it immensely. Thank goodness I’d come to my senses and stopped before anything else had happened.
“Ariane,” Liam said quietly, “you’re thinking about this way too much.”
I touched my fingertips to my lips, still tingling from where he’d just kissed me into oblivion. “What do you mean ‘this’?” I managed.
“Us, me and Quinn.” He paused. “And you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“What’s not to understand?” He stepped closer. “I like you, Quinn’s clearly into you, and from what I just saw and felt—you, Ariane, are into both of us.”
There, he’d said it, the disastrous truth. I was into both of them. How could I not be? Both were devastatingly gorgeous and both had an air of irresistible sex appeal. It was a different nature of sexiness—whilst Liam’s felt gentle, seductive, beautiful and to a certain extent nurturing, there was something about Quinn that felt fast and furious, perhaps even dangerous. There was an element of bad boy unpredictability about him. How could a girl choose? There was only one option—I would have to leave and not have either of them. “I have to go,” I said again. “Really, I’m sorry, I can’t stay.”
“No.” Liam frowned, creating a neat horizontal line between his brows.
“Leave in the morning if you want, but not in the dark, and…” He had a distinctly sharper edge to his tone. “Leave because you don’t want us, not because you do.”
Think Kink by Natalie Dae
Book one in the Fantasies Explored Series
Anna, Kline, and Jack. Three people who all have the same thing in mind - ultimate pleasure and a night they won’t forget.
Anna has longed for a third person to join herself and her permanent lover, Kline, on their monthly trysts at a New York City hotel. Kline always takes control on these evenings, calling the shots and only allowing Anna to come when he wants her to, so what makes her think he will grant her request of having a threesome?
Kline has made Anna wait for her deepest desire, and tonight she will get the second lover she asked for a year ago. Kline will do anything to make Anna happy, including allowing the stranger inside her body, but he isn’t prepared for how sharing her will make him feel.
Jack is hired to join Anna and Kline for an hour of rampant sex and is hit with confusing emotions once he sees the beautiful woman spread-eagled on the bed, duct tape holding her wrists and ankles to the posts. Something about her changes his perspective with regards to his job, and he finds he wants more than just a sample of the woman who has gotten under his skin.
Excerpt from Think Kink
Copyright © Natalie Dae, 2011
All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Total-E-Bound.
How long will he leave me here this time?
The bite of the clamps on Anna’s nipples had eased since Kline had placed them there, the long, thin chain joining them having long since warmed on her belly. When he had dropped the chain, she had jolted at the cold shock of it, her wrists pulling at the duct tape binds that held her to the bedposts. She had requested duct tape this time, wanting a more dangerous feel to their monthly hotel trysts.
The handcuffs weren’t doing it for her anymore.
I need to push it to new levels.
Kline had called her greedy, and she was. Greedy for whatever he gave her, however he chose to give it. Tonight, she lay spread-eagled on the bed, her ankles taped to the bottom posts, and a ball gag filled her mouth. Blindfolded, she waited in the blackness, listening for any sound that indicated he would come to her soon.
When she had packed their case—full of the toys they used and various outfits to suit whatever mood Kline was in—her stomach had bunched with excitement. These nights at the hotel gave them a chance to relax, break free and be as loud as they liked. Living in an apartment in New York City was difficult sometimes. Neighbours banged on the walls if she screamed too loudly, and Anna was sure they thought Kline beat her, that she didn’t like the delicious things he did to her.
How wrong can they be? I love it. Every damn minute of it.
She sighed and took a moment to assess how her body was responding. Her heart beat wildly and her pulse flickered hard in her throat. Breathing through her nose, long, steady inhalations and lazy exhalations, she felt she had herself under control. For now. It wouldn’t be long—or would it?
—before Kline came in and sent her to the place she craved, to the edge of her comfort zone, whispering their special words in her ear.
Think kink, Anna. Tell me, what do you want me to do?
Find out more about Lily Harlem at www.lilyharlem.com and Natalie Dae at www.emmyellis.com
Grab their co-author short stories on Amazon, MORE and coming soon, HARD, then don’t miss their next novel Anything For Him, due for release from Mischief at Harper Collins in December 2012.
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