by Julia Kent
Right now our bodies were the terrain of new land we journeyed.
Arms taut and body heated, Trevor flipped me, fast, onto my back as four hands caressed me. A pulsing heat took over my mind, driven not by fear – but by desire. Both Joe and Trevor were careful to leave my wrists be, and I thanked them in my mind. An echo of adrenaline from earlier tonight made me falter inside, wobbling just for a second.
Centering myself, I caressed Trevor’s shoulders as his muscles moved under my fingers, his head dipping between my legs to brush little kisses everywhere, warming my belly and making me blossom with slickness. The ocean lapped at the shore as Trevor’s tongue began a symbiotic dance of its own, making my hips rise up as Joe’s mouth descended on my breast, his wet warmth making me gasp, the heady night air covering us like a cloud.
With shaking hands, I curled my fingers around Trevor’s jaw, lifting his head up. His hair shone in the moonlight as a lock of hair fell across one eye. He looked at me with such raw joy my heart expanded as I bloomed with pleasure.
“Come here,” I pleaded. Joe kissed me, hard, as Trevor climbed up my body and without knowing who owned which hands, I tipped into another place, thoughts expelled and senses engaged fully. We three became sight, touch, taste, sound and more, my body on top of Trevor’s, the familiar sound of a tear, and then I was on him, he in me, full and deep as I watched his hand dispose of the foil wrapper.
Joe’s wall of heated muscle was behind me and my body shivered, a hot, thrilling fulfillment that made us all groan with relief and joy. Relief that our thirst would be quenched and joy that we simply were, connected and part of everything in this pinpointed, perfect moment filled the air.
The sound of the ocean made my hips rock forward, as if our lovemaking were in tune with the tides, with the moon, with the stars that peeked out between frothy strands of clouds that stretched across the night sky like lace.
Strokes from Joe’s fingertips against my puckered ass made me tighten inside, like a core of the divine. Trevor gasped in mid-kiss, biting my lip enough to come damn close to drawing blood. Instinct made me pull back and he loosened instantly, apologizing with a soft kiss.
“You’re so tight,” Trevor whispered, his hands transmitting more raw emotion than his voice ever could.
My lip tingled from his bite, the feel of him inside me making me curl under, my hair a fringed curtain around our faces as Joe teased me again, his finger doused in lube, the warmth of his chest behind me, one hand fingering my ass while the other slid up my ribs and tweaked my nipple. It was already hard, but hardened more, his tight, quick pinch making me groan as his finger slipped past my muscle, sending electric shocks through my limbs, from core to toe and finger tips, up my throat and spine. My body burned for more.
Trevor reached up, hips tilting just so, and kissed my shoulder, then took one breast in his mouth, looping his tongue over my nipple. Joe shifted behind me and his finger slipped out, the slick of lube and my newly-waxed nether regions driving me into a hot frenzy.
“Please,” I begged, surprising myself. Fear wasn’t present – only want. Curiosity and connection and a driving, throbbing call inside me to let my wilder side take over.
Maddeningly slow, Joe’s deliberate concentration started with the sound of foil tearing, a few fevered breaths, and then the warm rush of fluid down my ass. His tip pushed against me, Trevor’s cock buried deep inside. Where would I find room? My mind asked and then nature answered, my body opening for Joe as he nipped at my shoulder, dragging a teasing tongue tip up to my ear, his wet flesh inside, making me gasp and flush. My climax was so close, and one touch of my clit and this would be over, my body convulsing. If I moved, if I made a sound, if I exhaled, I would lose what was about to happen.
And I wanted this more than I wanted my own release. Both of them, in me at the same time, all three of us united as one.
What I had thought would be so hard was simple, a blinding white pain stretching me as Joe entered, his groan of passion fulfilled making me open like a flower, my hips moving so Trevor could have the full of me, too. We were stunned into silence as our bodies took over.
Love only needs instinct to move forward and deepen the connection.
My orgasm asserted itself as Joe entered me fully, the stretching pain like fire in my belly. A great, wracking series of gasps roared into a bucking orgasm as Trevor caught up, slamming up into me and calling out my name. Joe pressed with a slower, more even movement, the improvised rhythm of the two of them making my body uncertain and erratic, removing logical thought.
I just became, quite literally, a screaming orgasm while having sex on the beach. I had turned into a bartender’s drink list at the hands of love.
“I love you,” I called out, my cries of passion hard to say, the words weak and unclear. Touch took over, driving us to our own climaxes, each separate but driven together, forged in my body, together.
Whatever I had thought this threesome joining would be had paled in comparison to the reality. The worry of pain and discomfort seemed childish now.
I heard them say it back to me, the words choked and hitched in throats I loved more than the moon – still watching – could ever understand. Sand dug against my knees and a sudden breeze made my skin go to gooseflesh, but as my orgasms subsided I rested, slowly, on Trevor’s chest, Joe still inside me. His hot cock beat a steady pounding inside me, as if he had inserted his heart in my body for safekeeping.
A great shiver overtook me as if too much sensation and emotion couldn’t be contained. Joe slipped out of me, and then Trevor slid me off him, both out of me and leaving me feeling abandoned, until they cocooned me with their bodies, resuming our heated connection.
Lazy hands played with my belly, my breasts, my hair, as the three of us looked up and greeted the moon with devilish grins.
“You know, I don’t need a place like this to make my fantasies come true,” I said, wide awake and in love. Trevor and Joe both had their eyes closed, and palm trees behind us made their faces blur with shadow.
“You don’t?” Joe murmured through a sultry grin, eyes still closed. His nude body looked like something from an art exhibit.
“No,” I said, snuggling in between them both. “I already live the fantasy, back home, without the island.”
“Me too,” said Trevor.
“Me especially,” said Joe.
Both of their voices were fading out from exhaustion. I was glowing. Every cell felt content, every inch of skin satisfied.
I was loved enough.
More than enough.
And how many people can say that?
THE END
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The year is 2002 and eighteen-year-old Manhattanite Taddy Brill is booked on a Candy Land inspired photo shoot at the island of Eden’s Licorice Castle. Three famed French photographers working the set want her to be sexy and playful for the camera. Sounds easy, right? Not for this glamazon dressed as Princess Lolly—she’s a virgin. Luckily she jetted into this paradise with her two besties Lex Easton and Vive Farnworth for lights, camera and…candy? Reader warning: This stand-alone full length novel contains raunchy, new adult humor, sugar-kink activities with three men at the same time, underage champagne consumption and psychedelic drug use. It’s a trip. For fans of The Carrie Diaries and Gossip Girl comes The Undergrad Years, a coming of age prequel series offering readers a glimpse into the lives of The Manhattanites as they graduate from boarding school. Taking place a decade prior, each stand alone novel is cliff-hanger free and features a happy for now (HFN) ending.
Escape From Reality by Adriana Hunter
When curvy single and struggling romance author Alana Saunders receives a mysterious invitation to spend an all-expense paid week on a tropical island, it’s seems too good to be true. Who is responsible for sending the invitation? Why does the envelope smell of dominant male possession? And most importantly, why her? With a string of failed relationships and a career on the downslide, Alana feels she has nothing to lose. But when she arrives at her destination, far away from everything she knows, she can’t help but wonder if she made a mistake. That is until she comes face to face with the incredibly handsome Cain Marks, a tortured stranger with dark secrets, and a man who will take without asking. With just one touch he awakens a desperate need within her. Before too long Alana finds herself caught up in a game of irresistible obsession, where truths are exposed, and the dangerously blurred line between fantasy and reality threaten to drive her to the point of no return.
Random Acts of Hope
A sneak peek of the first scene from Random Acts of Hope, the fourth book in the Random series:
Liam
The last thing I expected to find when I walked into the kitchen of this Friday night gig was to see eight vibrators twitching furiously on the tile floor in various states of orgasm-inducing glory.
The giant black dildo with huge, egg-shaped bulbous balls at the base was winning. A close second, the pink rabbit with the little clit extenders tried to catch up. Next came a two-inch silver bullet, flailing off to the right but occasionally making a giant leap forward. The other four, a rag-tag assemblage of peach and brown flesh-colored rubbery plastic, seemed to cluster around the refrigerator as if stoned, lolling about aimlessly after getting their hands on a quarter bag and a limitless supply of nachos.
Ah, yes. The famous vibrator races at a sex toy party. I’d heard about this from one of the other bachelorette party strippers, but I’d never actually seen one.
Check that off my list.
I assumed that would be the biggest surprise tonight as I hovered behind the crowd in my police officer’s costume, ready to “arrest” the bride and handcuff her to my partner Jack, the other stripper, who would then undress and pretend to get teabagged by her.
Yeah—I know. It’s pretty programmed, right? But that’s what the maid of honor always asks for.
And the customer is always right.
Tonight, though, was full of unexpected curves (and I don’t just mean the women). Because when I looked at one of the chicks on all fours, cheering that big old black vibrator to victory, I realized that wasn’t just any woman.
That was Charlotte.
My ex-girlfriend.
The one who cheated on me my senior year of high school, got pregnant with another man’s baby, tore my heart out of my chest while it was still beating and videotaped herself eating it topless, then uploaded to YouTube and made it go viral on Facebook.
Or something like that. Minus the videotape part.
A quick step back into the shadows and I evaded being recognized. Shit. Of all the nights for Sam to be assigned to a different party. Jack was my stripping partner and he was too new to do the job alone. Besides, he was a babyface and these cougars would eat him alive. Charlotte lowered the average age of the women in this room by five years.
Scanning the room, I took inventory of the bride and her friends. Second marriage, I guessed. Or third. You never knew once the women were over forty. That meant this scene could get down and dirty, because there was nothing hornier than a perimenopausal woman at a bachelorette party with sex toys, an open bar, and permission to get naughty.
Nothing.
“The Determinator appears to be in the lead, ladies!” Charlotte called out. “And you can find the order forms for all the fun toys out in the living room. Twenty percent off on all the twelve-inch models,” she added, winking. The pink Rabbit surged ahead, making a last-minute sprint as my dinner threatened to come up.
My eyes were only for Charlotte, though. Four years had made her just get more luscious. God damn. Ass and tits that made the air catch in my throat and the blood flow south. Professional hazard, that—don’t ever get a hard on at a job. The women took it as an air traffic controller’s signal, like glowing lights pointing them to dock right there.
She dressed professionally, wearing a plum-colored fuzzy v-neck sweater that contoured to the swell of breasts I remembered so well, legs encased in a slim pencil skirt that embellished those creamy hips I could imagine naked with a flicker of memory, lips painted fire-engine red and that maniac-inducing fifties pin-up girl look that I’d dismissed as silly when the girls in college wore it—but that made her smoking hot.
Down, boy.
God damn Charlotte had to be here, of all places.
And she had to be so fine.
“Ooooh, honey, you’re one big officer,” said a sultry voice behind me. A hand stroked my hip and hesitated before sliding a bit lower, filling a palm with my ass. “Arrest me, Officer. I’ve been a bad, bad girl.”
With one look at the source of the voice, my night went from Oh, man to Holy shit.
That voice? That hand?
That was my mother.
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Random Acts of Crazy
Read the first book in the series, Random Acts of Crazy! Learn all about how Darla met Trevor and Joe in this New York Times and USA Today Bestseller!
I never intended to pick up a naked hitchhiker wearing nothing but a guitar. A guitar. Really. I don’t collect guys like that (don’t ask what kind of guys I do collect), but when you spot a blonde, tanned, sculpted man with a gorgeous smile and his thumb poking up and practically begging you to stop—you stop.
And I definitely never thought I’d be staring into the bright blue eyes of Trevor Connor, the lead singer for Random Acts of Crazy, an indie rock star I followed like the slobbering fileshare fangirl I am. How he came to be nude and lost six hundred miles from home is quite the tale, but how
we fell in love is even more unreal.
Because someone like Trevor Connor, headed to Harvard Law next year, isn’t supposed to want someone like me, a rural Ohio chick majoring in Boredom at Convenience Store University who is all curves and frizzy blonde hair and manners so unpolished they have sharp edges that make you bleed.
But he did.
When his best friend, Joe Ross, the bass player for Random Acts of Crazy and a man who makes Calvin Klein models look like Shrek, drove eleven hours through the night to rescue him, though, it got real complicated. It’s one thing to like two different guys and be torn.
What do you do, though, when maybe—just maybe—you don’t have to choose?
Random Acts of Crazy is a standalone, full-length novel (300+ pages, 85,000 words) featuring Darla Jo(sephine) Jennings, the 22-year-old niece of Josie Mendham from the Her Two Billionaires series. It has, like many New Adult novels, an exploration of sexuality for the three main characters, doesn’t shy away from mature content, and Darla has a sailor’s mouth.
Other Books by Julia Kent
Suggested Reading Order
Her First Billionaire – FREE
Her Second Billionaire
Her Two Billionaires
Her Two Billionaires and a Baby
Her Billionaires: Boxed Set (Parts 1-4 in one bundle, 458 pages!)
It’s Complicated
Complete Abandon
Random Acts of Crazy
Random Acts of Trust
“Share Me” in Spring Fling: A New Adult Anthology
Maliciously Obedient