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“Hug it,” Nico said as he put down his drumsticks and picked up the big-tipped mallets for the kettle. Gabriele crouched down and stretched her arms around the drum as if she were hugging the instrument. Nico kept his eyes on her as he began to play. While the drum had been deafening in the auditorium, he played softly, gently rousing a rumbling thunder from the head of the drum that made Gabriele shiver and undulate at its side. Her whole body pulsated with the waves of sound. She began to think her flesh would never stop tingling from this aural massage.
Gabriele watched, fascinated, as Nico’s erection waved like a conductor’s baton. It was slick from her honey and looked beautiful. Nico’s eyes were on her as he played, but his gaze seemed clouded, as if his thoughts were very far away. What was he planning next? Gabriele thought, hardly able to contain her excitement. There was a fine glow of sweat all over her body and she ached to have him inside of her, to put an end to this merciless pounding and get to the real thing.
Suddenly his gaze focused and his mouth opened slightly. Gabriele looked over her shoulder in the same direction and stood up abruptly. Jonathan was standing in the doorway and she was suddenly aware her ass had been obvious as she bent over to hug the kettle. She was grateful her long-tailed shirt covered it again as she stood up, but her cheeks flushed crimson anyway. Nico had hastily stopped his rhythmic play and silence hung in the room for a few beats.
Only then did Gabriele notice that Jonathan was holding a very stiff erection in his hand as he gazed at the two of them. She looked over at Nico, who seemed uncertain. There was no way she was going to pass up an opportunity like this, however. Turning back toward Jonathan, she said, “Why don’t you join us?” He nodded slowly, as if in disbelief and walked toward them. He slid the bag off his shoulder and gave a crooked smile.
Happy Christmas to me, Gabriele thought.
“What shall I, um, do?” Jonathan asked, awkwardly fingering his cock and blushing some more. The two men looked at Gabriele. She took in Jonathan’s wide shoulders and strong arms. They were a good match for Nico’s.
“Play me,” Gabriele said at last. The two of them looked at each other and grinned sheepishly. Nico handed the mallets to Jonathan and picked up the drumsticks again. Gabriele leaned over the kettle and spread her arms across its surface. After a moment, Nico and Jonathan began to play gently upon her.
Nico’s sticks drummed across her back, tapping out a syncopation of admirable complexity and dexterous subtlety. He moved around her shoulder blades, circling them in a sort of figure eight, then moving up to play more gently along her spine up to the sensitive skin on her neck. Each strike ignited a sensational thrill and the percussion vibrated her skin. It was marvelous.
Meanwhile, Jonathan used the mallets to play her backside, rapping out a roll at the base of her spine, then careening off to the right cheek, then the left as he aimed steady but gentle blows in a speedy beat that shuddered down her legs and made her thrumming clit shudder with delight. Her whole body pulsated in the twin rhythms, different yet complementary, as the two musicians listened to one another’s choices, picking up the sequence, innovating and then sending it back. She was the skin between them, their instrument of pleasure. Gabriele never suspected how deep the pull of the drum could go, how the beat of her heat increased with the pounding of the two of them.
As she lay there in otherworldly bliss, Gabriele was not at all surprised to suddenly feel Nico’s dick at her lips. The vibrations shook through his erection as they did through all their flesh. She welcomed him in, luxuriating in the sensation of his sizzling heat as he thrust into her mouth, withdrawing to feel her lips tighten around him, to feel her tongue chase him as he slipped out, then thrusting into her once more with a groan. Amazingly, he never dropped the beat, but continued the tempo without pause.
“Can I?” Jonathan asked, his voice rough with passion and effort.
“Do you have protection?” Nico asked, which made Gabriele love him all the more. She didn’t hear him answer, but he stopped playing and she peeked over to the side to see him fishing around in his bag, emerging triumphantly. As she sucked deeply on Nico’s quivering cock, Gabriele heard Jonathan tear open the condom package.
In a moment she felt Jonathan’s prick slide down the valley of cheeks, spreading cool lubricant across her ass as he headed toward her scorching wetness. He slipped forward, rubbing against her clit, which throbbed in welcoming. But he backtracked and thrust inside her without warning. He was thicker than Nico and Gabriele felt a familiar tickle as he stretched the walls inside her. He had dropped the mallets and instead rested his hands on her hips as he began to thrust.
Gabriele was so scorched from the drumming that the orgasm came quickly and was followed by others as Jonathan continued doggedly thrusting inside her, feeling his way around. She cried out and Nico withdrew to watch her face as she came again and again. Suddenly Jonathan was there with her, shouting, “Oh yeah, oh yeah!” as he slapped against her ass in a frenzy, shooting inside her in a final percussive slam.
Nico dropped his sticks and grabbed his erection instead. “How about you play me now, Gab?” She looked up from the kettle and matched his silly grin. Jonathan withdrew slowly from her, saying, “Oh man, you are amazing, Gabriele.”
Gabriele smiled at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek before turning her attention to Nico. She picked up the mallets Jonathan had dropped. “On the floor, buddy,” she instructed Nico. He obeyed swiftly, his cock waving invitingly up at her. Gabriele wished briefly for a softer surface, but quickly dismissed the thought in her hunger for Nico. She straddled his body and slowly sank down upon him, making him groan with anticipation before she took his burning length inside her. Oh God, it felt good to have him inside at last. Gabriele tried to resist the urge to come at once and instead began to tap out a simple rhythm on his chest. Nico closed his eyes and enjoyed, awaiting her movements.
Slowly she began to undulate around his cock, still drumming on his chest gently and insistently. He began to moan and she gradually increased the speed of her gyrations and the beat on his chest. She could sense him stiffen inside her and knew it was time. Dropping the mallets, she grabbed his shoulders and propelled herself up and down as they both shouted aloud with joy, coming in waves of pleasure that Gabriele could feel down to her toes.
When they finally stopped bucking together, Gabriele was a bit lightheaded, but it was worth it. She had never felt a series of orgasms so intense. Looking over at Jonathan, she saw he had a semi and was stroking it thoughtfully. She looked down at Nico and he was dissolved in bliss. But she knew he could be ready to go again soon.
She reached for her bag and groped for her phone. Mom was just going to have to deal with her being late for Christmas dinner. There were still presents to unwrap, after all.
About the Authors
“We have a crush on Dahlia,” declares Penthouse. “The Queen of Berlin’s electro scene,” according to London DJ Mark Moore. Described by Vogue as “sexy, rebellious and cool,” Dahlia Schweitzer is a writer, performer, photographer, and general provocateur. Best described as electro-cabaret, Dahlia’s unique theatrical style of performance is reminiscent of Dietrich—if Dietrich had done post-punk electrodisco. With her unique combination of contemporary sound, old-fashioned aesthetics, and conceptual art, she has performed to critical acclaim throughout Europe and the United States. Her books are published by Random House, HarperCollins, and Ravenous Romance, and her photographs have been exhibited in Berlin, New York, and London. Dahlia Schweitzer spent most of her life in New York and Tel Aviv, where she lived, loved, and worked as a writer, artist, and photographer. But it was in Berlin where she found fame, transforming herself into a singing, dancing, stripteasing queen of electro-cabaret. Now Dahlia lives in Los Angeles, where she currently teaches English and writing.
Lisa Lane lives in Las Vegas with her husband and their two cats. She has authored more than a dozen novels and screenplays, as well as numerous short stor
ies and essays, and she prides herself in her ability to move between different genres and formats. Her literary influences include Olaf Stapledon, Kurt Vonnegut, and Anne Rice. Lisa likes to keep busy, often working on multiple projects at once, and recently finished a screen adaptation for a Hugo Award-winning novelette.
Cameo Brown is a word freak, book addict, and erotica devotee. She enjoys living in the world of stories, especially the erotic ones, whether reading or writing them. In real life, she lives in the United States with her totally delectable husband—who still doesn’t quite understand why she enjoys sitting at the computer so much—and a passel of temperamental felines who are plotting to take over the world. Her novellas and short stories are available from a number of print and electronic publishers.
Isabel Roman has been writing for four years, and loves just about every second of it! Historical paranormals caught her eye (and ear) when she realized the vast conflicts inherent in historicals, and her deep and abiding love for all things paranormal. Nurturing a love of all time periods, she plans to explore as many as she can with as many couples as she can. Isabel is the author of Ravenous Romance’s The Dark Desires of the Druids series, which features a Ravenous Rendezvous, The Tryst, as well as a full-length novel, Murder & Magick.
Brandi Woodlawn was born and raised in an exclave of the Bible Belt. Her sexually repressed upbringing is partly to blame to for her overzealous imagination and her dominant desires. When Brandi’s not dreaming up ways to take her characters to climax, she might be conducting “research” of her own. Let no one say she was unwilling to make sacrifices for her craft. Brandi hopes you’ll think the end result was worth it. Brandi is the author of several Ravenous Rendezvous, including The Definition of “Is”.
Katy Sirls lives in St. George, Utah, where she teaches English classes at Dixie College. She is currently working on her master of fine arts degree in writing, with an emphasis on fiction. She has published one of her academic essays, and has had the opportunity to speak at two undergraduate research conferences. Katy has a weakness for great literature of varying genres. When she’s not reading and writing, she loves to spend time with her young son.
“Cecilia Tan transcends time, space, gravity, and cultural norms in her line of work: erotic science fiction,” according to the San Francisco Weekly. Susie Bright calls her “simply one of the most important writers, editors, and innovators in contemporary American erotic literature.” Cecilia always considered herself a writer, but her career took off in 1992 when she self-published a chapbook of three kinky science fiction stories entitled Telepaths Don’t Need Safewords—and thus, Circlet Press was born. Since that time she has written four more books of erotica, Black Feathers (HarperCollins, 1998), The Velderet (Circlet, 2001), Edge Plays (EAA E-book, 2006), and White Flames (Running Press, 2008). She has also edited numerous erotica anthologies, including Sex In The System (Thunder’s Mouth Press, 2006), The MILF Anthology (Blue Moon Books, 2005), Cowboy Lover (Thunder’s Mouth Press, 2007), and many, many others, including more than forty anthologies for Circlet Press. Her stories, essays, and articles in have appeared in dozens of magazines and anthologies including Best America Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica, Playboy Online, The Mammoth Book of New Erotica, On A Bed of Rice, Dark Angels, Penthouse, Ms, Asimov’s, Nerve, Gothic.net, Fenway Fiction, Periphery, and many more.
Jesse Blair Kensington’s first erotic novel, Appetite for Passion, is available now at Ravenous Romance. She will also be published in several Ravenous Romance anthologies and is editing Ambrosia: Stories of Passion and Appetite for Ravenous Romance. Jesse Blair is the pen name of a freelance writer and cookbook author. Her essays have been published in national and regional magazines.
As an erotic romance writer, Rhonda Leigh Jones believes the most important sex organ you have is your brain. What happens in the mind—the associations, the memories, the emotional content—is what gives meaning to the actions, and her writing reflects that. Rhonda writes about power dynamics. She enjoys frightening, dominant men and women who find strength in submission. She will take you to the edge. Rhonda was born in Augusta, Ga., in 1968. She holds a bachelor’s degree in English and her professional background is in journalism.
In the last decade, Debra Hyde’s erotic short stories appeared in numerous major anthologies from several major publishers. Now she brings her erotic writing to Ravenous Romance with her spicy and engaging novels. Among the earliest bloggers to write about sex and culture, Debra has maintained her key weblog, Pursed Lips, since 1999. She keeps a lighthearted author Web site/blog, Weaving Erotic Wonders, and writes about her experiences as an e-book author and reader at Thin Air Codex. She also dabbles in podcasts and YouTube content, keeping the erotic world primed with content. (Some of these sites may be NSFW.) Beyond her writer self, Debra is an erotic adventurer, a wife and mother, a daughter and sister, a friend to others, as well as a queer supporter, eccentric bibliophile, and confirmed New Englander. She admires the golden rule, especially when its practice keeps people in loops of karmic joy.
Heidi Champa is a typical last-born child. Snarky, attention-seeking, and rebellious, she chooses to write dirty stories to keep herself out of real trouble. Her work appears in the anthologies Tasting Him: Oral Sex Stories and Frenzy: 60 Stories of Sudden Sex. She has also steamed up the pages of Bust magazine. If you prefer your erotica in electronic form, she can be found at Clean Sheets, Oysters and Chocolate, and The Erotic Woman. In addition to her flair with the written word, she knows every last sentence of the movie Clue by heart. When she’s not writing, she can be found reading or filling her iPod with more music. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband.
C. Margery Kempe was born in King’s Lynn, Norfolk, but traveled extensively throughout the first years of her life, including trips to Jerusalem and the Holy Lands. She graduated with a degree in religious studies from a small Catholic college, and now lives a quiet life with her husband and children in upstate New York, where she runs a small bakery.