“What are you grinning at?” he asks dragging me into a darkened room that I’m not sure we’re supposed to be in.
“I was remembering the last time you helped me cook dinner.”
His eyes gleam as he pushes me into the alcove just inside the room. “I remember.” Undoing the belt on my coat he shoves it open and off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.
“Um, what are you doing?”
He chuckles. “Making your fantasy come true.”
He can’t mean…can he? A while back in the club, I mentioned to him about having sex in public and I mentioned the museum, but this is just too risky. People are right outside going into the room opposite for the art show. There is no door on this room and all someone has to do is walk in and they’ll see us.
I groan because that thought is turning me on, heightening my senses that all I want him to do is sink deep inside me.
He drops to his knees, shoves my skirt up to my waist and moving my thong to one side puts his nose to me and smells me. “Christ, baby. You smell so fucking sexy,” he whispers before opening me up to his eyes with his fingers and using his tongue.
My legs go weak as he works me over, but I don’t want to come on his mouth, I want to come on his cock. With this in mind I manage to move his head and pulling on his shoulders, he gets the message.
Climbing back to his full height, I open his pants and shove them past his hips, but reaching to touch him he knocks my hand away. “I’m too worked up. One touch and I’m going to come.”
Reece touches me between my legs again, as though he’s unable to stop himself and then holds my hips. “Climb up me, babe.”
With my arms and legs wrapped around him, he lifts me up and then slides me down onto him. I clamp my lips together before I shout out. The feel of him stretching me, pulsing against my wet channel is almost too much to handle.
“Slide your straps down. I want to suckle you.” His hands shake as he holds me down on his cock without moving.
Baring my breasts, he lifts me higher and bending his head starts suckling and nibbling my nipples, which sends sparks of lust straight to my pussy.
I moan as he starts slamming in and out of me.
He stops. “Shush. You have to be quiet.”
Nodding my head, he starts moving again. In and out. Pressing against my G-spot with his silver every time. I’m so wet, so close. Just one more thrust…
“What’s in that room?”
Oh God, no…no…they can’t come in.
Reece thrusts once more inside me and I come apart biting his shoulder through his clothing. I clamp down, my pussy quivering around his cock as my orgasm goes on and on and starts again with powerful aftershocks when I feel Reece’s cum filling me up, his dick pulsing inside me.
We both stay clinging to the other, listening to make sure the woman whose voice we heard has moved on now that we are no longer lost in pleasure.
“Was that close enough for you?” Reece whispers into my ear causing a shiver to wrack my body, which in turn causes my pussy to clamp down on him. “Fuck,” he groans. “Stay still.”
“Mmm.”
He pumps his hips a few times before lifting me off him. Within seconds his pants are up and fastened while I’m still looking well fucked.
Realizing, I’m more or less naked, he pulls my top back up, rips my thong from my body and uses it to wipe between my legs the best he can, as it’s only a scrap of lace, and then he pulls my skirt down with shaking hands.
Straightening, he asks, “Are you alright?” He brushes the hair from my face in a tender caress.
“I’ve never been better… Thank you for loving me.”
“Always babe. Always… Now let’s go and see what my sisters up to with that ‘nice guy,’” he smirks.
He takes my hand and leads me out of the room.
The End
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In a Heartbeat
Heaven Sent
Banded Together (Novella)
No Strings Attached (Feb 2014)
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Models – Assad Shalhoub and Riley Ferguson
Photographer – Eric Battershell
Cover Artist – Wicked by Design
The Tease series, by Missy Johnson
Book One: Tease ~ Out Now on all major online retailors
Book Two: Promiscuous ~ Coming February 8th, 2014
Tease Synopsis
*****This book is erotica. That means lots and lots of sex with a good amount of kink*****
Male escort.
That got your attention.
Some of the most powerful and well known women in the country pay to have sex with me, some of them married. Some are into more than just straight sex, which is why they call me. Bondage, power play, submission…nothing is off the table. I will do anything for the right price.
The stories I could tell you about a certain high profile congresswoman, or that innocent blonde actress. Trust me, she’s not so innocent.
Guys would kill for my job. I’m living the fucking dream. Meaningless sex, no relationship hang-ups and I’m rolling in the dough. Life is perfect, just the way it is.
Until I meet her.
She changes everything.
She makes me want more than I’ve ever wanted for myself and she believes in me. But she also thinks I sell insurance. I can’t stop what I do, but I can’t give her up.
Eventually, my two worlds are going to collide and when they do, shit will hit the fan.
Excerpt
“Hello. Coop, I presume?” she asked. I nodded, shaking her outstretched hand. “I’m Brittany Lewis. This is my husband, Ben.” She placed her hand on Ben’s shoulder. He nodded at me as I tried to read his expression. Nothing. My heart began to pound as I realized I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
Was he here to watch? Or participate?
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so nervous about what a client wanted. The thrill of not knowing, combined with the endless possibilities racing through my head, was fucking mind-blowing. I’d had plenty of three-ways before, but never involving another man.
The devil’s three-way.
The thought of it sent shivers down my spine. I glanced over at Ben. They were a striking couple, both tall, dark haired and attractive. Brittany had an innocence about her that was incredibly intoxicating, and the idea of her riding my cock while her husband watched made me harden instantly.
“Nice to meet you both,” I said smoothly, walking over to sit in one of the armchairs next to the wood fire. Brittany followed closely behind me. I sat down opposite Ben as Brittany sat on his knee. His arm wrapped around her back, slipping under her shirt, his gaze directly on me.
“Trust me,” Ben muttered, smirking. “The pleasure is all ours.” He turned Brittany, his lips working their way down her neck.
My eyes slowly moved over her body. The hem of her flowing black skirt stopped mid-thigh, showcasing long willowy legs. Her hair was caught up in a messy bun with loose strands escaping everywhere. She held her ice blue eyes on mine, her lips twitching into a small smile. My erection pressed against the fabric of my pants. She glanced down, her smile widening, as if she’d just uncovered a secret.
“So, what were you after this evening?” I said smoothly, smirking at her. I stood up, taking her hand. I pulled her toward me, running my fingernails down the side of her face. She breathed in deeply, her grip tightening on my hand as her eyelids fluttered shut. She combed her fingers through my hair, pulling my body up against hers. Her lips crushed against mine, the sweet taste of her mouth clouding my senses. I was vaguely aware that her husband had slipped in behind her. His hand brushed against my erection as he slipped inside of her panties.
My body jolted in shock against
the feel of his touch. As accidental as it was, it had ignited something inside of me. This was fucking unbelievably arousing. I pulled away from Brittany, watching closely as Ben slipped her dress down over her hips, leaving her between us in only a tiny black lace thong. I reached out, tracing the outside of her nipple, flicking at it softly as it hardened.
I undid my pants, letting them fall to the ground. I kicked them aside, along with my boxer shorts. My cock swelled at the sight of this sexy beauty in front of me as I eased out of my gray button-up shirt. Her hands curled around my girth like she was handling a golf club. She squeezed firmly, making me gasp.
“I want you on the bed,” she said, kissing me. I nodded and walked over to the king-sized bed behind us. She climbed on top of me. She unclasped her hair, sending it cascading around her shoulders and her breasts. God, this woman was hot. This whole situation was incredible.
She pushed me onto the bed, hoisting herself over me until she was straddling my chest. My hands rested on her thighs as she leaned down and kissed me again, her tongue teasing me. Ben kneeled on the side of the bed—suddenly very naked—behind her. Using his hand, he forced her head around until she faced him, and kissed her roughly.
This felt so surreal. An incredibly sexy woman was straddling me, wearing nothing but a tiny thong while her naked husband made out with her. My fingers continued to explore her flesh, now focusing on the soft skin at the very top of her inner thigh. She jumped as my fingers trailed along the outside of her pussy, over the damp lacy strip of fabric that was her underwear. She moaned as I threatened to enter her.
“God yes,” she mumbled.
Ben disappeared behind her as I slowly moved a finger inside of her. Suddenly I felt the unmistakable sensation of a mouth wrapping around my cock. My back arched as his tongue wound its way around my length, sucking me slowly, and deliberately.
Fuck. Holy shit.
There were no words that could appropriately explain what I was feeling. I’d never fantasized about receiving head from another man, and never in a million years would I have thought I’d enjoy it, but this whole experience was fucking amazing.
A mouth was a mouth, and when the owner knew how to work it, what hope did my dick have?
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About the Author
I was born in Bolton, Lancashire within the United Kingdom, where I lived, and worked at the University of Bolton. In 2010, I moved to Ireland with my husband, four kids and pack of animals.
We are now settled in a lovely town, in County Cavan. The kids love their schools, once they get there that is.
My eldest daughter, is on the Irish Junior Archery Team, and spends her time training. At least she does when her dad can get her off her ipad, reading or listening to music.
I’m part of the book review blog, Book Addict Mumma and have two wonderful new friends in Kristy Louise Garbutt and Skye Burling-Briggs.
My kindle is loaded with too many books to mention, as I absolutely love to read when I have the chance.
My all time high would be to stand at the foot of Mount Everest in the Himalayas.
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