Skip to the Good Part 2: 20 Authors Reveal Their Steamiest Scenes

by Pepper Winters

  I obeyed, relaxing back into the headrest, content to follow his command. After a minute, I felt more massage oil drip onto my ass and the same coconut scent from earlier wafted into my nose. Max immediately went to work, rubbing it all over my cheeks, my inner thighs and, finally, his fingers delved in between my thighs. I spread my legs wider, wanting more of him, wanting all of him.

  I was already wet and ready, but he palmed me from my ass to my clit over and over again to the point that I was gyrating against him and moaning, willing him to penetrate my core.

  “You like that, baby? You want more?” His voice was smug—obviously loving the control he had over my body.

  “God, yes.” I couldn’t even pretend to be demure, or even slightly embarrassed about wanting what only he could give me right now. I had no shame, and I would’ve begged if he’d asked.

  Without warning, his hands were off of me, and a small cry escaped my throat before I could stop myself. Max chuckled behind me, then gently pulled one wrist up from the table back behind me, and then the other. He began wrapping something around my wrists and tying them together. My breathing hitched as excitement coursed through me. I’d never done anything like this, but I’d secretly fantasized what it would be like. My hands were knotted together in what I guessed was the silk belt from the robe I’d come out in. They rested on my lower back, but I was comfortable. My wrists were secure enough that I couldn’t escape, but not so tight that it hurt.

  I felt Max’s presence to the side of me, and he leaned down over me until his heated breath traveled across my neck. “Do you trust me?”

  It wasn’t even something I had to give much thought to—I did trust him. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me or take advantage of me while I was in a vulnerable position. Truth was, it was more myself that I didn’t trust when I was around him. I’d never responded to anyone the way I did with Max.

  “Yes,” I whispered, my face still in the massage table hole. I couldn’t look at him when I answered. I was too vulnerable. There was no way to be sure what he’d see there.

  Max didn’t respond but moved to the end of the table, grabbing my ankles and slowly pulling me toward him until my core was at the end. He gently let my legs fall to the ground, my feet touching the floor.

  I looked to the side, but could only see him in my peripheral vision. Though I’d prefer to gaze at his beautiful face while he was inside me, this might be my favorite position for him to take me in. It was base and animalistic. And hot as hell. He held all the power, and if there was one thing about Max in the bedroom—he knew what to do with that power if you gave it to him.

  His hand glided in the massage oil down the center of my back, sliding to the crease of my ass and kept going. When he reached my back entrance, instead of continuing on as I expected, his thumb circled and applied pressure. Need grew heavy between my thighs, and my clit pulsed, begging for attention. The tingling sensation radiating out from where Max touched me wasn’t one I was accustomed to. I’d never experimented with anal sex in the past. Tensing up, I worried that maybe this was the direction he wanted to take things tonight.

  As if reading my mind, he said, “The only thing you’re going to feel tonight is pleasure.”

  His words reassured me, and I took a deep breath to get my head back to enjoying what he was doing to me.

  Eventually he moved down to my entrance and sunk two fingers into me, scissoring them and stretching my opening. My nerve endings leapt to attention and my reflex was to try to move my hands, forgetting that they were bound behind me. Max pulled his fingers slowly out, and then slammed them back in. The sensation was overwhelming, but he wasn’t touching my clit and I could’ve cried out in frustration. I needed him to touch me there. Needed it like the air I breathed.

  “Max…” My voice was breathy and edgy all at once.

  “Yes, Chloe?” he drawled out slowly, sounding in complete control.

  Was I the only one about to combust here? “Please…”

  “Please what, gorgeous?” He chuckled a bit, which only served to frustrate me further.

  There was nothing funny about the situation! I was about to go bat-shit crazy from sexual frustration, and he found it humorous? Pissed off, I tried to resist him, to resist the effect he was having on me so that I wouldn’t give him what he wanted, but I finally snapped.

  “Fuck me! Touch my clit! Let me come!” I don’t think I’d ever felt so desperate. The combination of not having use of my hands, Max doing unspeakable things to me, and him having all the control had me on edge.

  “You tell me what you want from me, and I’ll always deliver, baby.” His voice was raw, and I realized that he did want me as badly as I wanted him, he was just better at controlling it. And then suddenly, his hands were gone from inside me.

  “Max!” I whipped my head from side to side to get a read on him, but it was no use—I couldn’t see him anywhere. Out of nowhere, his arms wrapped around either side of me, and he rubbed massage oil all over my front. His hands slid easily between me and the table, and in a minute I was covered front and back with the oil.

  He grabbed the fabric strung between my two wrists, pulling back on it so I slid further down the table a bit and his hard cock penetrated my core. He was fully seated inside of me as I let out a startled cry, but he took no mercy on me, using my bound wrists to slide me up and down the table while he slammed in and out of me.

  The nerve endings inside me were on fire, sending mini shockwaves of bliss out to the rest of my body. The friction on my nipples as I moved up and down the table was almost as intense as the feel of his hard shaft breaching me.

  Sounds of Max’s labored breathing and the slapping out of our bodies as they joined together in ecstasy filled the room. I’d never heard a more beautiful chorus.

  He continued pounding into me, almost to the point of pain. But I savored each and every entry and retreat. I was his vessel, waiting to be filled. And when he did, I felt whole and complete. I was at his mercy, but I loved it. Loved not having to be in control of something or someone for once in my life. I could trust Max to take care of my needs.

  “Max,” I panted out. “I’m almost there.”

  “I know, baby.” I didn’t doubt the truth of that statement. He knew exactly how to read my body. When to pull back, when to push me. After a few more thrusts, he held himself deep in me and pushed in farther still. One brush of his finger across my clit was all it took to release the pent-up tension throughout my body, and I came violently, arching my back off the massage table and gyrating my hips.

  Max held himself still inside me and leaned down beside my ear. “I love the feeling of you coming apart around my cock. Knowing I was the one to do that to you.” He growled in my ear.

  I lay sated, my chest against the table as I breathed deeply. Finally, I came back to myself when Max started undoing the fabric that was restraining my arms behind me. He gently laid them beside me and began massaging my shoulders, then my wrists and hands with loving attention. He was still hard as stone inside me. I don’t know how he managed to take such tender care of me after just fucking my brains out, especially when he hadn’t finished yet. I was in awe of his superb amount of control.

  “You good now, gorgeous?”

  “Mmmhmm,” I mumbled somewhat incoherently in my satisfied state.

  “Stand up then.” There was something about the way he said it—the promise in his voice of pleasure still to come—that I didn’t delay in fulfilling his request.

  I stood up and turned around. His cock was rigid and still wet with my release. I licked my lips absentmindedly.

  “Lie down on the floor,” Max said, his voice raspy.

  I stepped to the side of the table and did as he asked, unsure but still excited for whatever he had planned. He moved to stand by my feet, feasting his eyes on me. His gaze roamed up and down my body several times before he spoke. “Play with those amazing tits.”

  I brought my hands up and cupped one breast
in each hand, playing with my nipples and rolling them in circles, until they pressed against one another in the center of my chest. My hands were covered in the massage oil and the scent of coconuts hit me once again.

  Max began stroking himself as he watched me. In no time at all, I was a panting pool of lust for this man. Again. I looked up into his eyes and saw that he felt the same. He slowly took a few steps toward me, never breaking eye contact, and then lowered himself to his knees so that he was straddling me. He made his way farther up, until his cock was level with my chest.

  “I’m going to fuck these beautiful tits, come all over them, and then in your mouth.”

  My breath caught in my chest, listening to his graphic description of what he wanted to do. Of what I wanted him to do.

  “Now push those perfect tits together for me.”

  With one breast in each hand, I pressed them together. He immediately sunk his dick in between and began thrusting in and out. The massage oil made an easy passageway for him. I lifted my head up to watch, not wanting to miss one moment of the carnal act he was bestowing upon me. The head of his cock came so close to my mouth when he was pushed all the way forward, so I stuck my tongue out and quickly licked his head before he withdrew it.

  A low growl emanated from Max’s throat. I loved that I was bringing him pleasure, this man that undid me like none before him. Never had I been so in touch with my sensuality. Six months ago, I would never have thought I could perform an act like this without fear of judgment, or utter and complete embarrassment. Max brought something to the surface in me that I hadn’t realized had been lying dormant for so long.

  Max’s thrusts became more urgent and his intense gaze was fixated on the sight of his hardness sliding between my tits. He let out a long moan and pulled his cock from between my breasts and began pumping it until cum spurted out all over my chest. He quickly moved it to my mouth were I gladly opened, allowing him entrance. On instinct, I began rubbing his release all over my breasts while I sucked on his spasming shaft. I swallowed it all down, proving to Max that I was not, in fact, a spitter.

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  About Indiscretion: Volumes 1-4…

  Fuck and chuck. Pump and dump. Hit it and quit it. One night stand. Didn’t matter how I branded it—that’s all she'd wanted it to be. That much was clear when she left me with my pants down and my dick still out.

  What she hadn’t counted on was fate intervening and our worlds colliding—again.

  The day I showed back up in the life of Chloe Griffins, I knew I had to have her again. My body was hungry for another taste. Like an addict, I’d been craving another hit for months, and there she was—flesh and bone, tits and ass.

  The fact that she worked for the competition should’ve been reason enough for me to leave her alone. I had a job to do that summer and fucking Chloe wasn’t part of it. But I was like a man possessed.

  I’d do whatever it took to have her again.

  About Elisabeth Grace…

  Elisabeth Grace is the author of New Adult and Erotic Romance, as well as a co-host of The Book Boyfriend Podcast. She lives outside of Toronto with her husband, two small children, and killer cat. She has a soft spot for happily ever afters and a hot spot for alpha males. She writes hot stories with heart and loves nothing more than chatting with readers about the never-ending array of book boyfriends!

  One to Hold

  (One to Hold, #1)

  Tia Louise

  I glanced down to my lap, attempting to stop the flood of images of us together on the secret patio. Every time I looked at his face, I remembered the brush of his lips against mine, the scratch of his beard, the sensation of his chest hair against my bare nipples. I was certain the entire room could see me flush or at the very least, how fast I was breathing.

  “So tell me,” Elaine said, “are you the Derek Alexander, top Internet piracy detective, ex-Marine, and former cop?”

  “Retired Marine and police officer are preferred,” he said with a wink as the waiter appeared with a dark green bottle. “And I’m not sure I’m the top, but I am hired to speak at conferences quite a bit.”

  “Fascinating,” Elaine said, and I could feel her eyes moving to me.

  I continued to study the place setting in front of me. Detective? Marine? Former cop? Great. All of those labels only complicated my situation.

  The cork popped and four glasses of sparkling wine were served. Derek lifted his. “To the little things,” he said.

  “Meeting up with pleasant acquaintances,” Elaine said, lifting her glass.

  I brought mine to my lips and took a long drink.

  “So you didn’t tell me what you do,” Patrick jumped in with his sunny voice. Everything about him was happy, and I figured Elaine could do much worse for a spa-vacation fling. Or transition guy. Unlike me, who only seemed destined for trouble.

  “Mel’s a freelance marketer,” she said, nodding at me. “I teach middle school.”

  “What?” Patrick laughed. “That’s the worst age ever!”

  Elaine joined him in laughter. “They’re just a misunderstood bunch. All raging hormones. But they want to be loved and accepted just like everyone else.”

  I could feel Derek’s intense gaze on me, and I didn’t dare look at him. Instead I faced Patrick, a far less intimidating tablemate. “So you work in internet security?”

  Patrick’s hazel eyes twinkled. “That’s right, and don’t worry. We’ve already done complete background checks on both you lovely ladies.”

  My throat tightened, but Elaine laughed loudly. “Liar! You don’t even know our last names.”

  “You got me,” he smiled, taking a drink of cava. “But I will after tonight.”

  “Maybe I’ll keep you guessing,” she said.

  Their easy banter was making my head hurt. Especially in view of Derek’s continued silence. I took another drink, finishing my glass.

  “So if all the bad guys are virtual now, why are you two so buff?” Elaine said, touching Patrick’s biceps lightly. “I’m pretty sure Derek’s arm is the size of my thigh!”

  My eyes flickered to his upper arm, and I remembered how easily he lifted me against him, as if I weighed no more than a doll. My cheeks heated at the memory.

  “Occasionally Big D has to use intimidation tactics,” Patrick said as if revealing an insider secret.

  “Big D?” Elaine’s nose wrinkled.

  I could hear the smile in Derek’s low voice. “It’s a joke.”

  The pressure was too much. I stood, placing my napkin beside my empty plate and now-empty cava flute. “Excuse me,” I said softly.

  Elaine frowned up at me. “Mel? Are you okay?”

  She started to rise, but I held out my hand. “Please stay. I just … I need to go. I’ll have dinner in the room.”

  “But you don’t have a key!”

  “I’ll get one from the front desk. Please … just stay.” I turned and hastened to the restaurant exit.

  Elaine spoke again, and the low sound of male voices joined hers, but I didn’t stop. My heart was flying, and I was out the door, fast-walking through the convention center hall in less than a minute.

  I’d intended to exit the way we’d come in, but somehow, I’d gotten turned around. Now I was headed in the direction of the small bar from our very first night. Between me and it were three signs for men, women, and the large “family” bathroom. I paused, trying to remember the quickest way back to the spa side of the resort. Just then, I felt a presence approaching quickly. I started to go, but Derek’s voice stopped me.

  “Wait,” he said, touching my arm.

  I turned so abruptly, he bumped
into me, catching me in his strong embrace, his familiar woodsy scent all around me. “Oh,” I said, clutching his solid arms, looking up into his intense blue eyes. Energy rushed through me so hard, I was sure he could see it. I almost felt like I could see it reflected in his eyes.

  “Here,” he said glancing around quickly before pulling me into the family bathroom.

  I only had a moment to observe how very clean it was before he had me against the wall, pinned by his huge physique.

  “You never came.” His voice was a low, husky whisper. “I waited all night.”

  My hands rested on his chest, and heat flamed through me with every heartbeat. My eyes traveled up, up, up to his. They were darkened now, and I was certain he was thinking the same thing as me. He remembered how fantastically our bodies came together two nights ago. I barely registered him reaching out to lock the door.

  “I’m sorry,” was all I could say.

  “When you walked in the restaurant tonight … god, you’re so beautiful.” He spoke against my skin as his lips pressed into my brow, his beard roughing my closed eyelids. “Are you feeling bad?”

  “No,” I managed to say despite the heat surging through me as his lips moved to my temple. “I … didn’t think I could eat.”

  “Good,” he said in a thick voice before covering my mouth with his. Mine opened quickly, drawing him in. Our tongues entwined before his lips moved to my jaw then down my neck. “I thought about you all day.” His breath whispered across my skin, and I couldn’t stop a surge of desire low in my stomach. “Will you let me have you here?”

  “Yes,” I barely spoke, and he dropped to his knees.

  He gathered the thin fabric of my dress, shoving it up to my waist as he caught the side of my thong with his thumb. Large, strong hands gripped my inner thighs, opening them, and his nose touched the crease in my leg as his tongue explored my now-wet folds. A whimper trembled from my throat. It was the exact fantasy I’d had in the bar, and he pulled back, pressing his mouth against my thigh.