Erica's Choice

by Sami Lee

  Corey smiled. Griff groaned as he watched her slow strip tease. “No, Red. I won’t last tonight.”

  But Corey was already lowering to his knees on the floor, unzipping Griff’s fly. He pushed the denim jeans down Griff’s legs, causing his stiffness to bob as it was released from the confines of his clothes. Griff threw back his head and sighed his pleasure, unable to resist as Corey swallowed his long cock.

  “Christ, Cor. Yes. I love the way you suck me.” Griff rocked his hips to the rhythm of Corey’s bobbing head, burying his red, throbbing penis to the back of Corey’s throat. Erica’s excitement spiked. Shucking her underwear, she spread her legs and started fingering her swollen clit. She kept her eyes wide open, watching Corey give Griff head and trying to control her lightning-fast response to the sight.

  “No, God. Don’t do that.” Griff grabbed a hank of Corey’s hair and pulled him away from his crotch. “You’re trying to make me come before I get to Erica.”

  “A little healthy competition usually improves your performance.”

  Griff’s smile was feral. “My performance doesn’t need improving.”

  “Okay, okay. Show’s over.” She didn’t want to orgasm without someone inside her, but even watching them try to outdo each other was impossibly arousing. “I need it now.”

  “Sorry, baby.” Corey climbed onto the bed beside her. “Was I neglecting you? Come here and let me make up for it.”

  Corey dropped onto his back. His hands spanned her waist and, bum shoulder and all, he lifted her with ease, settling her over his hips. His erection pressed against her wet cleft, making Erica whimper. “Please, Corey.”

  He positioned her and entered swiftly, letting out a litany of curses as their bodies became one. He held her still, panting to control his reaction. “I’ve never been inside anyone without a condom. Jesus, Erica. It’s unbelievable.”

  The sensation of Corey’s flesh fitting so snugly inside her, with nothing between them, robbed Erica of speech. She could only act. Levering herself up and down, she reveled in the new, wonderful intimacy, in the tortured moans Corey emitted. She impaled herself again and again, taking every ion of ecstasy from the motion. Making love to Corey. Loving him.

  From behind, Griff encircled her with his arms. Erica slowed her frantic movements so she could tilt her head and receive his kiss. His erection pressed into her ass cheek, promising another torrid ride ahead.

  “So sexy,” Griff muttered, grasping the straps of her bra and pulling them down. He fingered her nipples, filled his hands with her breasts before he stopped himself. There was a wealth of regret in his husky apology. “I’m sorry you can’t feel anything, honey.”

  Erica shook her head. “You’re wrong. I feel too much.”

  “But not here.” He cupped her breast tenderly, as though it were real flesh capable of knowing his tenderness. “They do look great though. You chose well.”

  Erica smiled. Griff meant her reconstruction, but she thought of her choice to allow these two men into her life. She’d chosen better than well—she’d chosen to make fantasy reality. She’d chosen the dream, and had never once regretted it.

  “How about if I touch you here?” Griff found her throbbing clit and stroked it. “Does that do anything for you?”

  “Hmm. Oh, yes.” She rocked into his hand, the motion changing the angle at which Corey penetrated her. His staff brushed against her cervix, activating the nerves in her G-spot. The combined sensations of Griff’s knowing fingers and Corey’s pistoning cock were her undoing. She exploded around Corey, thrust against Griff, bucking and thrashing as she climaxed.

  Below her, Corey swore, grasped her hips and pulled her off him. Erica’s internal walls protested the loss of him, clutching at the sudden emptiness. She looked into his eyes and saw a similar anguish there.

  Tautly, he said, “Griff, do it.”

  And then Griff was inside her, filling the aching gap left by Corey. She was on her hands and knees, staring down into Corey’s tense face, but it was Griff fucking her, shafting her from behind in marauding plunges that kept her hovering on the brink of a rolling orgasm.

  Corey said, “I love watching Griff fuck you. I love watching you both come.”

  Behind her, Griff slowed his movements. His breathing was labored on her neck and Erica knew what it cost him to ask. “Cor, are you sure?”

  In answer, Corey reached down between Erica’s legs—not to touch her. From the strangled groan that rumbled against her shoulder Erica knew Corey had taken hold of Griff’s balls.

  “You’re gonna make me blow my load first, you know that?”

  Corey smiled. “I know. Give it to her, Griff. Give her your come.”

  Griff started pumping inside her again, the urgency mounting fast and high. He reached around and found her nerve center once more, playing with it as he thrust hard and rough inside her.

  As Griff’s cadence reached a crescendo, Corey stared into Erica’s eyes. “I’m next, baby,” he promised. “I’m next.”

  The mere thought of it made the sphere of regathering tension inside Erica rupture. She came in unison with Griff, who bit into her shoulder like an animal and pumped her full of his seed, a primal offering that added an edge to Erica’s ecstasy.

  This was sex at its most primitive, its most necessary.

  She was satisfied, sated to within an inch of her sanity. But when Griff withdrew and Corey flipped her onto her back, Erica was ready for him, eager for him.

  Without preamble, he spread her wide and buried himself deep. He groaned. “You’re so hot, and still full of Griff’s come. That’s such a turn-on.”

  “Yes. Oh, yes, Corey.” She didn’t think she’d orgasm again, not when the last one had been so explosive. But it didn’t matter to Erica. Watching the agony of lust on Corey’s face, seeing the way their bodies joined as he jerked into her, was another kind of thrill. Erica reveled in her ability to satisfy both these incredible, virile men. Her womb tightened as Corey thrust his last and spilled his hot essence into her body.

  All three of them lay flat out on the bed, sprawled together in blissful exhaustion. Erica could barely breathe, could hardly think. Only one thought occupied her numbed brain.

  She might even now be pregnant, and she had no certainty who the father was.

  Aunt Claire would have been aghast. But Erica had long since decided it was time to stop living her Aunt Claire’s life and start embracing Erica Shannon’s.

  She didn’t have a bad time of it, after all.

  “Why’d ya do that?”

  Erica understood the question Griff directed at Corey. They’d made such a contest about who was going to “get there first”, and then Corey had simply handed the honor over.

  Corey answered lazily. “I figured my guys would be faster swimmers anyway.”

  Griff threw back his head and laughed. Erica was too worn out to manage it, but she knew her smile wouldn’t dim for a good long while.

  Yes indeed. Erica Shannon had a lot to look forward to.

  About the Author

  Sami’s been a secretary, sales assistant, bartender, waitress, student, tutor, human resource manager and administration officer, but at heart she’s always been a writer. She enjoys creating emotional, sexy stories about the gorgeous, aggravating men who live in her head and the women who were made to steal them away from her.

  Sami lives by the coast in Australia with her husband and two stupendous daughters. To learn more about Sami, please visit www.samilee.com, join her on Facebook or Twitter, or send an email to sami@samilee.com.

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  When the sun goes down on their erotic encounter, who will be left standing?

  Chasing Sunset

  © 2008 Sami Lee

 
After an unsettled childhood, Sidney McCall has finally found a home in Graceville. This dream town comes with a dream boyfriend. Drew Buchanan is charming, romantic, completely devoted to her—and he cooks! Now if only the whole commitment thing didn’t give her night sweats…

  Drew, a professional chef, wants nothing more than to give Sidney everything she’s ever dreamed of, both in and out of bed. Even if it means serving up her most secret wish complete with a whipped-cream topping: a tryst with two men. His best friend Brody Nash is the missing ingredient, and the only man he trusts with the woman he loves.

  What starts out as a little harmless sexual play quickly boils over into something none of them expected. An emotional minefield that could forever change the course of their lives.

  Warning: Contains explicit sex scenes including; ménage a trois, oral sex, stripper heels, creative use of whipped-cream deserts, sex in a public place, light bondage, hanky spanky and hunky, bossy men. In short, more than enough naughty business for one little novella!

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Chasing Sunset:

  The aroma hit him first. Oregano, thyme and lemon, with just a hint of garlic. Something baking, probably chicken. The ubiquitous scent of the bay, saltwater and sand carried through the open balcony doors on a gentle night breeze. And beneath it all, both subtle and unmistakable, the delicate drift of jasmine that was Sid’s preferred perfume.

  That scent teasing his nostrils alerted him to her approach before his searching gaze lit on her. When he caught sight of her in the candlelight, his breath stilled in his lungs. “Holy…” His epithet drifted away from him as the impact of what she wore hit with the force of a tornado. He felt dizzy and breathless and horny all in the matter of a split second.

  She stood in the doorway that led to their bedroom, wearing a dress that was probably illegal on several continents. Made of black mesh that clung to her curves and draped down her arms, the “V” neckline dipped low over the subtle swell of her cleavage. Black lace inserted in strategic places proffered a cursory nod to modesty, concealing her flesh where the mesh did not. The garment barely skimmed the lacy tops of her black stockings, and her petite legs seemed impossibly long thanks to a criminally high pair of black spike heels.

  By the time his gaze had completed the tour of her appearance, Drew wanted her in the worst way. It was all he could do to keep from grabbing hold and taking her right where she stood. He fought to curb his manly impulses and managed a husky comment. “Holy shit, Sid.”

  Her chin-length blonde hair was tousled in a fashion that brought to mind an image of the two of them rolling around in bed. She ran her hand up and down her side, shifting the material of that poor excuse for a dress against her skin in a deliberately sensuous movement that made his loins burn. “You like my outfit?”

  “Is that a trick question?” He took three steps toward her, his gaze never quite managing to rise above her neck. “When do I get to take it off?”

  Sidney laughed and wagged a finger at him. “Not yet, stud. I’ve prepared a delicious feast for you.”

  “That sounds promising.”

  She gave him an admonishing glance that did nothing to discourage his hard-on from growing to full strength. “Herb chicken, garlic roasted baby potatoes and steamed asparagus.”

  “A goddess who also cooks. I really lucked out with you, didn’t I?”

  “You taught me everything I know.” She stepped forward, those dangerously spiked heels clacking on the floorboards, and ran a red-painted fingernail down the center of his chest. Drew sucked more air into his already laboring lungs. “About cooking I mean.”

  That wicked smile of hers had him growing harder, as though there were a steel rod implanted in his privates. He’d be the first to admit, despite his fairly extensive experience with women, Sidney had taught him a thing or two in the bedroom in the year they’d been together. She was thrillingly adventurous, sexually confident and always open to new things. Her daring nature was one of the factors he’d taken into account when he’d made his plans for tonight.

  The reminder brought him up short. Brody. His friend would be here any minute. He ought to warn Sidney that Brody was going to be joining them and why. Something he would do, as soon as he could formulate a coherent sentence that didn’t begin with, I’ll give you the moon if you let me fuck you right now.

  He cleared his throat. “Sid, there’s something I have to tell you.”

  “Hmm?” She leaned forward and brushed her hot mouth softly over his neck, making his pulse beat against her ruby red lips.

  Drew groaned, his head swimming with lust. “I mean it, I want to talk.”

  Sidney twined her arms around his waist and ran her hands up over his back. Pressing her slender, womanly flesh tighter against his body, she raised one foot to trace her spike heel along his calf through his jeans. “What is it you want to talk about?”

  His thoughts scattered as she continued to place enticing kisses along his throat. All reason fled south and channeled more energy into the erection that was raging inside his pants. “I can’t remember.”

  Her soft laugh rippled through his blood stream. “Did it have something to do with this?” She cupped him through his fly, giving his thickened staff an expert little massage. “You want to discuss what we’re going to do with”—she squeezed him gently—“this?”

  Suddenly it was all Drew wanted to talk about. “Oh God yes.”

  “I was going to make you wait. To make you sit all the way through a leisurely dinner before I let you get near me. Then I was planning to play the reluctant mistress, so you would have to pull out all the stops to talk me into bed.” She released a melodramatic sigh that pushed her breasts against his chest and made him want to touch them so badly his hands started to itch. “But then I was lying in a long, hot bubble bath and I started having another fantasy.”

  With a groan, Drew ran his hands down her back until they settled on the tempting swell of her ass. He molded her cheeks through the dress, his mind’s eye picturing Sid naked in the bath, inventing ways to seduce him. “What was this fantasy?”

  “Well, I thought it would be fun if you came home and took one look at me all dressed up and you were overcome with lust.”

  Drew swooped upon the soft curl of her ear and nipped at the lobe. “I am overcome with lust.”

  “So overcome you can’t possibly wait to have me?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Do you want to push up my dress and just bury your long, hard cock inside me?”

  “God, Sid.” She took a step backward and he followed blindly, completely driven by the need to do exactly as she’d said. He pressed her against the wall, his chest flattening her breasts as he slotted his hips into the “V” of her thighs and settled his seeking erection against her welcoming sex. He lifted her off her feet and she wrapped her legs around him. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

  “Likewise, Drew Buchanan.” She smiled into his eyes, the affectionate expression as lethal to his sensibilities as her overtly seductive one. “I’ve thought about you all day, wanted you all day. I almost resorted to my vibrator while I was lying in that bath, anticipating tonight.”

  Drew kissed her, hard. He loved how open and honest she was, how unabashed she was when she told him things. He broke the kiss and they both panted heavily. Sidney’s eyes had darkened to an emerald green that looked almost black in the low light. Her lips were parted and swollen, the red lipstick smudged from his kiss. She brought her tongue out to wet those lips, and Drew watched them as they formed her throaty demand. “Fuck me, Drew.”

  When you’re down on the farm, things are bound to get dirty!

  Carnal Compromise

  © 2011 Robin L. Rotham

  Joe Remke has just one qualification for his lovers—he wants them gone before sunrise, which makes his new bunkmate AJ about as safe as a woman can be around him. It also makes his determination to sleep with his boss downright stupid, because if Brent ever gives in
, he’ll be looking for a new job.

  Ladies’ man Brent Andersen knows sex with his right-hand man Joe is inevitable, but he’s not going down without a fight. Putting the new female hired hand in their cramped RV was a stroke of genius, taking the heat off him while protecting her from the horny guys on his custom farming crew.

  AJ Pender’s hard-bodied roomies may hide their feelings for each other from the rest of the crew, but they aren’t fooling her—Brent and Joe are hot for each other, and it’s all she can do not to cry at the thought. If they ever found out she fantasizes about being the meat in their farmer sandwich, they’d probably die laughing.

  Fortunately for Brent and Joe, fantasies have a way of revealing themselves and AJ’s are right up their alley. But even threesomes have their risks, and AJ can serve as a buffer for only so long before the tension between them explodes.

  Warning: Flying BOBs ahead—and that’s just the warm-up! Strap yourself in for a wild ride complete with ménage, m/m, and a voyeuristic f/f scene hot enough to make three grown men beg for mercy.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Carnal Compromise:

  “She’s giving me that starved puppy look again.”

  Joe’s murmur made Brent look up from his laptop. They sat across from each other at the dinette, and if his back weren’t to AJ, he might have checked her out covertly. But he didn’t really need to—she’d directed a similar look his way several times in the last few weeks.

  “Is that a problem?” he asked in a low voice. The RV wasn’t the best place for this conversation, especially with AJ sitting right behind them, but she had the TV turned up loud enough to drown them out.

  Joe rubbed his knuckles on his unshaven cheek. “It might be if you don’t find someplace else for her to bunk.”

  Brent studied the man who’d been his right hand and best friend for over six years. He’d never seen Joe this on edge. His jaw was tense, his blue eyes furtive, and his dark brown hair stood on end as if he’d been shoving his hands through it for the last hour while Brent was absorbed in his bookwork. When had he gone so salt-and-pepper? Even his moustache and beard stubble glinted with a considerable helping of silver.