Boneless with satiation, she lay on her makeshift bed, her legs spread. That Ash was
still fully clothed struck her as particularly erotic, causing desire to flicker back to life. She wanted him—or both—again. It seemed that only the edge of her lust was slaked. She
needed more to be truly satisfied, but time was running out. Already, the air was stale and stuffy.
She returned his grin. “I’ll scream all you like, but now, I need you both inside me.
Suit up.”
“At the same time?” Mark quirked his brow.
“Objections?” Maybe sandwiching her was too intimate a position for brothers.
“None,” Ash replied, filching a condom out of his wallet and throwing it to his
brother. “Let me get out of the way while I remove my clothes.”
“Mark?” Her eyes followed his movements as he slipped on the condom and knelt
between her spread legs. He was so virile and utterly male he made her heart pound in
anticipation and excitement. She could already imagine how he’d feel inside her,
pounding into her. He’d be so good.
“How could I?” His gaze was on her pussy. He placed a hand on her mound and
thumbed her clit. “You’re so pretty I can’t deny any man a taste of this. What more my
brother? Or me?”
He fit his cock at her entrance, then pushed in as his mouth claimed hers.
God, he tasted so good and he fit even better down there, so huge he was tight and
snug in her. His kiss deepened as he withdrew and thrust in, out and in, over and over.
With each of his thrust, she took in a little bit more of him. He was stretching her more
than she was accustomed, and the slight pain sharpened the pleasure of his possession.
When his entire length sank deep into her, they both released guttural moans of delight.
“You are…fuck, so tight you’re killing me,” he said through gritted teeth. Sweat
dotted his brows as he fought not to move, as though he was savoring the connection of
being skin-to-skin with him buried deep in her. No, sentiment had no place here. He was
likely only giving her time to adjust to his girth, paving the way for a satisfying fuck later on.
Well, enough. She was ready. She was so ready.
She wrapped her legs around him, digging into his buttocks with her heels, urging
him to move. He set up a slow rhythm, withdrawing until only the tip of his cock was in
her pussy then plunging deep. The unhurried pace drove her crazy, but she couldn’t deny
she was being thoroughly fucked. She could feel each ridge on his cock rubbing against
her walls in a way that brought the most delightful friction and set the pressure within to humming once again.
Just when he increased his pace, Ash nudged him out of the way.
“No!” she protested, clinging to Mark, who gave a burst of laughter.
“I’m flattered,” he said, “but I’m only going so far as your ass. We don’t have much
time.”
Reluctantly, she allowed him to withdraw from her and stood up so that he could lie
down on the makeshift bed. Then, with her back to him, she positioned herself, with him
supporting her weight as she sank down onto his cock. God have mercy, she led an active
sex life and she was no stranger to anal sex or threesomes, but nothing prepared her ass for his massive cock.
“Maybe Ash…” she panted, pain streaking through her. Glancing at Ash’s package,
she could see he was as impressive as his brother. Nooooo, she almost wailed. She refused
to be denied her threesome. They were her reward and she meant to have them.
“Relax, sweetheart.” Ash knelt beside his brother and kissed her, his hand going to her
pussy and fondling her. “You can do this.”
Not only his mouth, but Ash’s hand was magic. Lust uncoiled through her like liquid
heat, softening her and making her pliant. Their tongues curled against each other,
stroked and thrust, dueling as need rose between them. Her cream leaked, trailing to her
hole.
“That’s it,” Mark crooned as he bounced her gently on his cock. “You’re doing great,
baby. You’re so beautiful, your ass is so fucking tight and hot. I can’t wait to fuck you.”
Yes, oh God, his cock passed her sphincter, and he was a tight wedge in her ass, filling
her up, making her feel full, oh so full. A curl of pleasure seared through her amidst the pain. Though they lacked lubricant, her cream on Mark’s cock was making it easier for
him to slide in.
“Neither can I,” Ash growled against her mouth. “I can’t wait to be inside you,
thrusting into you, fucking you. I love your pussy. Can you taste yourself on me, sweetie?”
Now that he mentioned it, yes. And that, combined with their dirty words, raised her
temperature, relaxing her all the way until Mark was seated fully in her. Like before, they took a moment to internalize the moment, and then Mark shifted her along his cock.
Nerve endings sprang to vivid life.
“Oh my.” Moans of raw pleasure erupted from her throat. “More.”
“Wait, let’s do this properly.” Ash hovered above them, positioning himself between
her thighs. His blue eyes glinted with a wicked, mischievous light. “You do want a
threesome, don’t you?”
“Hurry.” Already, tension coiled like a watchful snake in her belly, ready to strike at
any moment.
Ash pushed his cock inside her pussy, just as Mark withdrew. Slowly, then faster, they
thrust in and out of her in counterpoint. Sensations roared through her. Two hard bodies
sandwiching her, two hard, male cocks pleasuring her, pitching her into a maelstrom of
emotions that roiled through her in an endless loop of tension and bliss, one building on
top of the other, magnifying each other. She didn’t have to do anything but lie there as
they swept her along into the rhythm. It was obvious they’d done this before, and no
matter what they say about how long it had been, it was equally obvious neither had
forgotten the special technique they’d crafted to bring the utmost pleasure to the woman.
She could feel her pussy and ass walls closing in on the rigid lengths, feel the pressure
coiling tight, spiraling. One particular hard thrust from Ash hit her clit and she shattered.
He ground against her again, and she rode the waves of her ecstasy, dipping and then
cresting again, over and over.
“Oh God,” she panted. She jerked again to the pleasure rolling through her. It was too
much and the end didn’t seem to be in sight. “I never thought…I’d say this, but enough.
Enough.”
“All right,” Ash replied, breath laboring and sweat pouring down his face.
The two men stopped moving and waited awhile for her body to recover, then they
started thrusting again, this time seeking their own rapture. A few hard thrusts and they
came, first Ash, then Mark. She absorbed their shudders, content to feel warm, sweaty
flesh surrounding her, the scent of their lovemaking redolent in the air.
Mark turned her head and they kissed, mouths moving against the other in a slow yet
passionate kiss. There seemed to be a question in his caress, but what she didn’t know.
Certainly, she’d never encountered such before.
The lights flickered, then stayed on, and fresh, cool air poured into the car, washing
away the mustiness.
“Hey, maybe we should get dressed.” Ash grinned. “Wouldn’t want them to find us
&n
bsp; like this.”
He withdrew and helped her up. Silently, efficiently, they dressed and arranged
themselves in some semblance of order.
The intercom cackled to life. “Sorry for the delay, folks, but the elevator should be
working again in just a second. We’ll send someone for a full maintenance check
tomorrow so this doesn’t happen again. Thanks for your patience and understanding.”
The intercom fell silent. As the elevator continued its downward plunge, Lynn said,
tongue in cheek, “Thank you.” Turning to the men, she continued, “And both of you, of
course. You guys came at just the right time. I had a stressful day at work, and now I’m all relaxed and I’m sure I’ll have a good night’s sleep. All thanks to you.”
“Better than a sleeping pill, right?” Ash winked. “No side effects, too.”
Lynne laughed. “Good point.”
In contrast to their joking mien, Mark was intense and serious, his blue eyes on her.
“Would you like to have dinner with me? Tomorrow?”
All of a sudden, she was afraid. No, not exactly. Sort of like afraid but also excited. Her heart pounded, as though she was standing on the precipice of something she’d never
known before. She wasn’t sure if she read him right, and she didn’t want to seem the fool
in his eyes, after the wonderful sex they’d just had, so she asked lightly, “Another
marathon sex session?”
“No, well, yes, if you want.” His grin flashed. “But I really meant dinner, then maybe
dessert and coffee. We’ll talk, get to know each other. Like, I don’t even know your name.
Then sex, if you want. Just you and me.”
Ash made no comment. He merely smiled and looked at her expectantly.
“It’s Lynne, and I’d like that,” she said simply. Anticipation beat in her breast again,
but this time, she was looking forward to connecting with a man, to getting to know Mark
in other ways than the physical, this fascinating man who’d piqued her interest.
Sorry, Andy, I can’t make it this weekend.
There was no regret in her heart.
“Lynne.” Mark’s eyes and voice caressed her. He took out his phone and searched
through the address book. With his eyes on her, after the initial greeting, he said into the phone, “Hey, Anne. Look, I’m sorry, but I won’t be going over anymore. Not tonight or
any other night. Yes, goodbye.”
Lynne smiled.
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About the Author
Sienna Matthews is a bespectacled, mild-mannered office employee by day and turns
into a mad, raving writer at night and during weekends. The only thing that can be heard
from her are the tap, tap, tap of her keyboard. She doesn't need food or sleep as she
follows the calling of her muse.
Website: http://siennamatthews.wordpress.com/
Email: SiennaMMatthews @ gmail.com
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Passion's Fire
Jenna Rose Ellis
Blurb:
Three's a crowd. Four is passion incarnate.
Her cousin's plan sounds just like what the doctor ordered: Spend time--much naked
time--with a hunky man or three to forget her vile ex, who'd called her a cold fish or
worse. Claire's determined to prove him wrong.
And prove him she does--in an incredible foursome that stretched her boundaries and
gave her more orgasms than her ex ever did.
When she finds herself falling for one of the guys, would one man be enough for her or
would she need all three men to ignite passion's fire?
Product Warnings: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language and
sexual situations such as m/m pairing, four-way sex involving m/f/m/m pairing, and triple
penetration.and triple penetration.
Excerpt:
How did one start a one-night stand?
Jenny did say she hoped more than one man would answer the call so that Claire could
have several men to choose from. Should she ask Michael to arrange the men to parade in
their swim trunks and evening clothes, like those in the beauty pageants, so she could
judge and make a decision from among them? On the other hand, why bother when the
man she wanted was right there—
The cottage door slammed shut behind her.
She pasted a bright smile on her lips and turned. “Which bedroom should I use?”
He quirked an eyebrow and set down her bag. He walked the few steps toward her
with such predatory grace that her heart thudded against her rib cage and her shoulder
bag slid to the floor from her nerveless hand, the strap having slipped down her shoulder
ages ago. His lazy gaze strayed from her head down to her toes and lingered at some
prominent places that had her tingling, something she hadn’t experienced before. He
stopped in front of her and stared at her with a faint smile, his hand coming up to caress her cheek. “Maybe you should share mine.”
The supreme male confidence of those words made all her insecurities rise up to
overwhelm her. What was she doing here? How could she bear it if another man—this
sexy, attractive man—confirmed Robert’s opinion of her? Yet, was that frank male
appreciation she saw in Michael’s eyes?
“Sh-should I?” she stammered.
He frowned. “Did I get Jenny’s message wrong somehow? Didn’t you come here for
sex?”
Claire wasn’t used to such straight language and she blushed. “Um, ah…”
“I’m sorry.” He laughed softly, taking her hands in his. “I’ve embarrassed you. We’ll
take it slow.”
His laughter somehow caused her discomfiture to vanish. “It’s just that when Jenny
and I were planning this, it didn’t seem so real then.”
“Why don’t you come and meet the other guys then?”
A reprieve. “Sure.”
He ushered her into the next room, and the sight that greeted her stunned her into
immobility. Michael bumped into her and heat emanated from his body, contributing to
the rising temperature within her.
Moans, groans, and wet, slurping noises.
A handsome, naked, blond-haired man sat on a chair, and his fingers gripped the dark
hair of another naked man, who was on his knees between the blond’s legs. The blond
moaned and arched his back as the dark-haired man went down on his cock.
Oh God, the heat. Scorching her, taking away her breath.
“Sam? James? Uh, guys…”
“Sorry, Mike,” the blond replied, his eyes closed as he shook his head from side to side.
Amazing, his hair was swept back from his face, as immaculate as though it had just been
combed. “You took so long…and we just…just…ah…yes, yes…suck harder. Harder!”
She couldn’t take her eyes off the two men. They were so beautiful together, giving
and receiving passion. The color of their hair and bodies also provided contrast and
highlighted their individuality—the blond so creamy and fair as though his body hadn’t
seen the light of the sun since young, while the dark-haired man was tanned all over.
She’d bet even his cock was a deep brown color, even though it was hidden by his thigh
all this time.
“Are they…are they always this intense?” she whispered.
“Yes,” Michael whispered back, his hands coming around her waist and pulling her
back against him. He nuzzled her thro
at, kissing and nibbling. “Seeing them made me
realize how lonely I am. I’m glad you came. I want you, Claire. Feel this.” He took her
nerveless hand and cupped it around his cock, his throbbing, iron-hard cock.
Oh my. Her dream came true. This very attractive man wanted her.
She lost her breath. She shifted her hand up and down his length, and even through
his trousers, he seemed to be…huge, so huge that her mouth watered.
“Want to join them?” He sucked on her ear and a pleasurable tingle spiraled through
her. She had never known her ear could be so sensitive. “Or do you want to go upstairs to
my bedroom?”
Derek
Sienna Matthews
Blurb:
Sometimes, a man will risk all…for love.
Derek Fortune considers himself the luckiest of men when his girlfriend Carly married
him. He knows she has issues, but he’s confident he has been making headway. After all,
what girl wouldn’t get a serious boost at having landed an eligible bachelor like him? Not that he’s bragging, mind you.
That’s why he’s devastated when he accidentally read a passage in Carly’s diary to find out he’s apparently made no progress at all. Carly’s deep-seated insecurity, born of childhood abuse, continues to eat at her, making her doubt everything. He’s afraid that it would soon poison his marriage.
Which he couldn’t let happen. He loves her, but does he love her enough to pit her
salvation against his own demons? Could he swallow his pride and ask his cousins for
help? Even if his cousins agreed, would Carly consent to this unorthodox solution?
Product Warnings: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language,
voyeurism and public sex exhibition, some spanking and D/s, and group sex with
m/f/m/m/m pairings and triple penetration.
Excerpt:
A most unusual arrangement…
“So what you guys are telling me is that you’ve all had hard-ons for my wife?” Derek
couldn't help but ask in incredulity.
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