Monthly Archives: February 2014
Mid Week Tease: Two to Tango #MidWeekTease
Happy Hump Day! Let’s celebrate it with another wonderful Mid Week Tease, courtesy of the lovely and talented Sandra Bunino. This week, I’ll be sharing a teaser from my current WIP, a M/M SF erotic caper story titled Two to Tango.
Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!
Rory MacLellan, aka the Highlander, is one of the most successful interstellar art thieves out there. He’s careful, professional, and plans his heists down to the microsecond. Surprisingly, he also has a conscience. So when he runs into a suicidal museum worker during his latest job, he has no choice but to stun the man and rescue him from certain death.
Dmitri Grigoryev was an up-and-coming exoarchaeologist until a disastrous dig left his career in tatters. Hungry, broke, and about to be laid off from the only job he’s been able to find in the last three years, he never expected a dashing thief to come along and ruin his suicide by saving his life.
With interstellar police on their tail, Rory and Dmitri reluctantly join forces for a major heist. But will their simmering attraction get in the way, or pull them even closer?
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Dmitri felt Rory’s tongue dipping into his slit, tasting him there. Lips and a hand worked together, carefully urging his foreskin back, and Rory took the newly bared head into his mouth. Dmitri grabbed the sheets to stop himself from bucking up into that wet, perfect heat.
Rory’s mouth came off him with a luscious pop. “Jesus, you taste good. Why do you taste so good?”
Before Dmitri could answer, Rory sucked him inside again, running his tongue around and around the sensitive edge. He couldn’t stop a low, needy moan, and Rory chuckled, the vibrations traveling down the shaft and resonating in his balls. “God, don’t stop,” he begged.
“Wasn’t planning on it, angel.” Still chuckling, Rory alternated between toe-curling deep throating and intense, short strokes while he played with Dmitri’s balls, rolling them in his broad palm and teasing the softly wrinkled skin with the tips of his fingers. The combination of sensations set Dmitri’s nerve endings on fire, and he was on the verge of coming explosively when Rory suddenly pulled off.
Dmitri couldn’t help groaning at his balked orgasm. “No!”
“Gotta stop. It’s too soon.” Rory clambered up, moving until he’d caged Dmitri in his arms and legs. “I want to come with you. Let me do that, baby.”
Dmitri nodded and tried to regain control of his breathing as Rory leaned over, fishing in the toiletries kit next to the bed. Triumphantly pulling out two bottles, he held them up for Dmitri’s perusal. “Looky here.”
One was lube — Dmitri recognized the brand from their massage session — but the other was unfamiliar. “What’s that?”
“Latest in barrier technology. You’re gonna love this.”
Rory flipped open the bottle cap and turned it upside down. A soft purple blob with a shimmering swirl running through it extruded from the tip. “Now, it’s a little warm when it goes on at first,” he said, reaching for Dmitri’s cock, “but some guys like that—“
“Wait.” Dmitri struggled to sit up, peering at the bottle. “You — I mean, you want me—“
“To top, yeah.” Rory hesitated. “Oh, crap. Do you only bottom?”
Dmitri couldn’t help laughing at the expression of dismay on the other man’s face. “No, either’s fine with me. I just assumed you’d top.”
“Yeah, well, I know it kinda clashes with the dashing art thief persona, but sometimes I like being fucked into oblivion by a nice, thick cock, thank you very much.” Carefully, Rory applied the blob to the head of Dmitri’s penis. The purple and silver mass dissolved, streaming down and coating the shaft in a warm, even layer before stopping just short of his balls. “Now, that’s not to say that I’m passive about it at all—“
“God forbid,” Dmitri murmured.
Rory shot a mock glare at him. “Do you want to fuck me or not?”
“Yes, please.”
“Good. How does that feel?”
Dmitri considered the thin nanosheath. It didn’t have the normal tightness of a regular condom, but still seemed secure. “It tingles a little. Feels nice.”
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” Quickly shucking out of his clothes, Rory grabbed the first bottle and squirted a healthy dollop of lube onto his fingers, then slipped them between his ass cheeks and worked on opening himself up. “You can do this next time, I promise,” he said, slightly breathless. “But I really want you to fuck me, and I don’t want to waste too much time faffing around.”
“I don’t faff around, whatever that means—“
“You’d go slow, and be very nice and gentle, which will be great when we’re back on board and don’t have to worry about someone banging on the bedroom door.” With his other hand, Rory pushed Dmitri flat on his back and slung a knee across his body, positioning himself over Dmitri’s groin. “But right now, I just want you to fuck me hard and fast. Think you can do that?”
Dmitri felt the tight muscle against the head of his cock and groaned. “Yeah, I think so.”
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My Writing Process blog tour
The lovely and talented S.J. Maylee asked me if I wanted to participate in a writing process blog hop. Being the type A attention slut that I am, I said yes please.
Of course, then I actually had to write a cogent and intelligent post on my writing process. Also being a huge smartass, I was tempted to leave you with the writing process I posted to my Twitter account (inspired by Chuck Wendig):
- Got an idea
- I hate outlining.
- Oh, God, I suck at everything.
- FINISH IT.
- Finally — OOH. Got an idea.
But cooler heads prevailed. So here are my answers to the following five questions:
Q. What am I working on?
A. I just crossed the 40K mark on Two to Tango, my M/M SF caper erotic romance prompted by a picture of John Barrowman tangoing with Misha Collins at a convention (this is what happens when you do things like that, jb). The plot: when dashing intergalactic art thief Rory “The Highlander” MacLellan accidentally kidnaps/rescues surly archaeologist Dmitri Grigoryev during a heist, neither of them expect the authorities to put out an arrest warrant on Dmitri as Rory’s inside man. On the run and with no choice but to work together, the two plan another heist, navigate a complicated family get-together, and fight their growing attraction. But will Dmitri’s own family secret derail what could be the start of a beautiful friendship?
The goal is to have this finished, edited and submitted by the end of this week, and so far it looks like I’m going to manage it. After that, I need to go back to work on book 2 in the Olympic Cove series, Breaker Zone, and my MMF historical erotic romance set in 1923 Weimar Republic-era Berlin, Behind the Iron Cross. Apparently people are getting impatient to see both of those, and I don’t like to leave readers hanging.
Q. How does my work differ from others of its genre?
There’s a heavy SF element in most of my work, simply because I started out as a science fiction writer (and still write it). As I recently commented to someone, my debut novel Storm Season is the only erotic romance novel I know of that contains Greek gods, bioengineering, nanotechnology, a paranormal battle sequence, and Alan Turing.
Q. Why do I write what I do?
Very simple — I write what I like to read. I deeply enjoyed Tymber Dalton’s Fierce Radiance and Tamora Bight series, Morgan Hawke’s Victorious Star and Laurann Dohner’s various series, and that’s what I shoot for when I write — a healthy blend of SF and erotic romance.
Q. How does your writing process work?
See above.
Seriously, I have an extreme lively imagination and a hyperactive Muse, so coming up with story ideas is rarely a problem. My current To Be Written queue contains 20 books at the moment, and the list just keeps getting longer every month. I often work on two or three books at the same time so that I can flip back and forth between them if I get stuck or feel stale on any one story. I try to hit a set word count every day, although Real Life and Ramón’s crazy work schedule sometimes interferes with that. One I finish a book, I put it aside to cool while I work on something else, then come back for edits when I can look at it with a clear eye. I go through at least two drafts (and sometimes three), and always give it a final polish when I get edits back from my publisher. I treat writing as a job — best damn job in the worl, mind you, but it’s something that has to be done every day, no excuses.
Q. Who will we meet next week?
Sorry, I didn’t tag anyone on this. But I fell confident that you’re going to find some amazing writers on the other blogger’s posts.
Punch a Stake into Impostor Syndrome (Die Vampire Die!)
The Bloggess posted this on February 5. I just saw it today and immediately realized I had to share it with y’all, because oh Lord I’ve run into this more than once in my life (my fourth grade teacher always used to have this one girl named Patti do the artwork for our classroom. After months of volunteering my services because hey, I was a pretty good artist, too, I finally got to do something — I made paper chains. Out of brown paper. For Patti’s 3-D swing collage. But I’m not bitter).
Did I ever tell you how my mother would sigh over my early SF stories and say wistfully, “I wish you wrote romance novels — then I’d have something I could show my friends.” *eeeevil cackle* Hey, Mom? Be careful what you wish for — you just might get it!
Stab those damned vampires right in the heart (particularly the Air Freshener Vampires. I wave my metaphorical whang at them!).
My poor book
The publishing world can be a mystery at times. Let’s say you write something that you’re rather proud of. You submit it to a publishing company, and they like it enough to purchase and print it. It makes its way out into the world, and garners good reviews.
But the sales suck. So you purchase the same promotion that you did with your other books, the ones that sold well. You talk it up on social media, you do the round of blog tours, you do everything you can to get people to buy your new baby.
And still, the sales suck. And you just don’t know why. So you plump for the graphics, .MOV files and soundtrack necessary to make a nice, eye-catching book trailer, and put that up pretty much everywhere in the universe.
And still, the sales suck. Since you’re a pro and know when to cut your losses and move on to the next project, you’re left with checking the book’s stats on NovelRank every so often, seeing the sales number remain at 0 for months on end and wondering what you did wrong.
This, by the way, is what happened with my Romance on the Go™ story Grading the Curve. I had rather high hopes for this story, seeing as it was my first M/F contemporary erotic romance and the subject matter was near and dear to my heart. So you can understand why I was more than a bit perturbed when it sank like a lead-lined stone. I don’t know if it’s because people are used to me writing M/M paranormal romance and didn’t want to read a contemporary M/F story by me, or something about the cover didn’t work, or what. I don’t think the story’s bad at all — it’s a little dense, yeah (I really should have expanded it to 15-20K), but the pro reviewers all seemed to enjoy it and it’s gotten good notices on Goodreads. In fact, Grading the Curve’s GR rating is a hell of a lot better than Trickster’s, and Lord knows that book is doing extremely well.
To quote Geoffrey Rush in Shakespeare in Love, “I don’t know — it’s a mystery.” But I still feel bad for my poor bald-headed stepchild of a book. If you ever want to see how I handle a hetero erotic romance, I do ask that you give it a try.
Mid Week Tease: Storm Season
Happy Hump Day! Here’s another delicious Mid Week Tease, courtesy of the lovely and talented Sandra Bunino. This week, I’ll be sharing a teaser from my debut novel Storm Season.
Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!
Ian West had his summer all planned out — go down to Florida, stay in his family’s beach cottage on Olympic Cove, and work on his science fiction novel. But his plans get thrown for a loop when gorgeous twin sea gods Bythos and Aphros show up in the cove and inform him he’s their fated consort. As if that wasn’t enough, something in the Gulf of Mexico is turning mermaids into legendary monsters and gods into demons. Now, Ian not only has to navigate the complicated waters of a ménage relationship with twin sea gods, he also has to stop an insane deity and save the whole damn planet. No pressure.
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He grabbed the shampoo he’d bought the day before and squirted a dollop into his hair, closing his eyes as he worked it through. Memories of that first night, and his fantasy of having Bythos and Aphros in the shower with him, crossed his mind. His cock stirred at the thought.
Before he could grab the conditioner and work himself up to a halfhearted jackoff session, a baritone voice said, “You are damnably difficult to resist, beloved.”
Ian gasped in shock, sucking in droplets of shampoo foam. Frantically coughing and spitting, he stuck his face directly in the spray and scrubbed the soap away from his eyes.
And opened them on the beautiful sight of Bythos and Aphros standing in front of the enclosure, naked and waiting for him. He wiped wet hair back from his face, fighting the urge to jump out and into their arms. “You came back,” he said stupidly.
Bythos gave him a wry smile. “Yes, well, I hate to hear a grown man grovel.”
Aphros elbowed him, and the grey-eyed demigod winced. “And brother dearest here rightly pointed out that we should have explained everything more fully to you last night, before we took you to bed.”
Aphros nodded. “Love, we’re not trying to push you into anything, we swear,” he said, his face open and beseeching. “You’re absolutely right—we don’t really know you any more than you know us. And finding out about the agapetos marks was understandably a shock. It’s just the way these things work for our kind. And we’ve known about you a lot longer than you’ve known about us, so we might have gotten a little ahead of ourselves.”
“Might have?” Bythos murmured.
Aphros glared at his brother, then turned back to Ian. “But we want to get to know you, if you’ll let us. Please, love, let us.”
Ian stood there for a fraction of a second, before pulling back the glass door of the enclosure. “Get in here.”
The demigods didn’t hesitate. Suddenly he was surrounded by slick male flesh, hands touching and caressing him everywhere. Ian moaned in delight under the onslaught, and again when Bythos dropped to his knees and swallowed his half-hard cock in one gulp. The sudden shock of wet heat and a mobile velvet tongue made his knees wobble, and Aphros had to grab him around the waist and hold him securely while Bythos let his cock slide free, ducking lower and laving each ball before mouthing them.
Aphros slid long fingers under Ian’s chin, tilting his head around until their lips met. Ian lost himself in the demigod’s kiss, flickering tongue moving slick and hot against his.
Bythos turned his attention back to Ian’s cock, working what felt like magic on it. Ian came with a shout swallowed by Aphros. Bythos also swallowed, then pulled off and licked him clean. He got to his feet with a satisfied smile. “You’re delicious, beloved.”
With a groan, Ian dragged the grey-eyed demigod into his arms, kissing him and tasting his own pleasure mixed with Bythos’s unique flavor, a bittersweet combination that was irresistible. “Don’t you ever leave me again like that, you hear me?”
“We won’t, we promise,” Bythos said quietly, cupping his face. “We love you.”
Ian stopped resisting the pull he’d felt from the first moment he’d seen them in the ocean. “I love you, both of you,” he said hoarsely, feeling it resonate in his soul. “I don’t know why, but I do.”
Aphros pressed close behind, his rigid cock rubbing along the groove of Ian’s ass. “Because you belong to us,” he said. “And we belong to you, love.”
Ian let himself be pushed harder against Bythos’s chest. Aphros’s fingers slid along the cheeks of his ass, caressing the muscled curves before sliding deeper into the crease between them. He teased the tight opening for a moment, a fingertip circling the puckered muscle, before gently pressing in.
Ian panted at the sweet—and undeniably slick—penetration. “Where the hell did you get lube?” he said.
Aphros chuckled in his ear. “I conjured it down from the bedroom. Demigod, remember?” His finger slid deeper and curved in, rubbing that one delicious spot, and Ian moaned happily.
Bythos leaned down and claimed his mouth again, kissing him with a hungry ferocity. “I love you,” he muttered in between hot, wet kisses. “Oh, Gaia, I love you so much.”
“I love you, too.” Ian hung onto the demigod’s shoulders as one finger turned to two, huffing under his breath at the pain-pleasure of the stretching. Then three, until finally he felt them pull out and the thick head of Aphros’s cock pushing into him. The thick shaft filled him slowly, inch by inch, until Aphros abruptly stopped.
“No, that’s no good,” he said. “Angle’s wrong. By, some help?”
“How’s this?” Strong hands slid around Ian’s thighs, spreading them open. Suddenly he was lifted up and held against Bythos, his own hardening cock rubbing against the grey-eyed demigod’s rigid shaft. He wrapped his arms around Bythos’s neck and clung closer.
“Oh, yes, that’s much better,” Aphros said, moving faster now. Ian savored the depth the demigod achieved with each thrust, pushing him more firmly against Bythos. The rhythmic pressure kept their cocks rubbing deliciously past each other in the hot, tight space between their bodies.
The thrumming in Ian’s groin took on a rising note. “Oh, fuck yes. Harder, Aph, please.”
Aphros obeyed. His thrusts turned savage, shoving Ian hard against Bythos with each pistoning move. Lost in pleasure, Ian nuzzled Bythos’s shoulder, then bit down.
The demigod yelped, but his hips jerked as he came in a warm spurt between their bodies. That triggered Ian’s orgasm, and he threw his head back onto Aphros’s shoulder, coming hard and keening.
“Yes!” Aphros shouted. With another thrust, he exploded inside Ian.
For an endless moment the three of them leaned against one another under the now-cooling water, panting and trembling from the aftershocks. Finally, Ian got enough breath back to laugh softly.
“Well,” he said, brushing his lips across the love bite on Bythos’s shoulder, “at least this is going to make cleanup easy.”
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And we have a Trickster Release Day giveaway winner!
*drumroll please*
And the winner of the Coyote bracelet from Belaurient Arts is — Shadowluvs2read! Congratulations, Shadow — I’ve sent you a email with details about the prize, and thanks for playing!
We have a personal winner for the Evernight blog hop!
My personal contest winner for the Evernight Love Scenes Blog Hop is Tammy Ramey! Tammy, your chosen prize is on its way — thanks for participating, and good luck to you and everyone else in the Grand Prize drawing.
If you were jonesing for swag from me, however, never fear — I’m still running my Trickster Release Day giveaway featuring a gorgeous OOAK bracelet from Belaurient Arts. The contest runs until midnight on 2/16, so there’s still time to enter and win — just go to the post and leave a comment, and you’re automatically entered.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to add “Snow Day” to the Free Reads tab.
Happy Valentine’s Day/Trickster Release Day/Giveaway!
Let’s start off with the first section of that title — happy Valentine’s Day! No matter how you’re spending the day, remember that you — yes, YOU right there, and wipe that smear of chocolate off your lip, sweetie — are my Valentine.
Section the second — it’s Trickster release day! (Which was actually yesterday, but I had to delay this post in order to take receipt of an item for section three) Yes, my new M/M shifter erotic romance Trickster is now loose in the wild and available from Evernight, Amazon, All Romance eBooks and Bookstrand, to name but a few purveyors of fine erotica. It already has a Bestseller Silver Star on All Romance eBooks and cracked the Top 100 Genre Bestsellers on Amazon less than 24 hours after release, so I am one happy writer!
And because I’m a happy writer, I want to give something back in return. From now until midnight on Sunday, I’m running a special Trickster release day giveaway. Belaurient Arts has been kind enough to create a custom bracelet for me, shown below; it combines polished river rock, natural mother of pearl, tiger’s eye and garnet beads into a tawny combination reminiscent of a coyote’s pelt. Finished with a solid bronze toggle clasp, it will go with anything from work outfits to a little black dress.
For a chance to win the bracelet, all you have to do is leave a comment in the Comments section below with your email address and I’ll choose the winner on Sunday. Good luck!
Fabulous Friday Reads: Killian’s Claim
Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! Let’s kick off this lovely holiday weekend with the thrilling new M/M shifter novel Killian’s Claim from Tyler Robbins, now available from Evernight Publishing and other purveyors of fine erotic romance. Here’s a little background from Tyler:
Thank you so much for having me!!
It’s been a while since I’ve had a full length book to release, and I’m thrilled that Killian’s Claim is finally here.
Most of my books have been M/M military themed, so my new series, Call of the Wolf, is a fresh and exciting new sub-genre I can’t seem to get enough of.
The first book, The Becoming, is featured in the Alpha’s Claim Manlove Anthology from Evernight. The story intrigued my muse and opened up a whole new world full of sexy, paranormal wolf-shifters.
The Call of the Wolf series follows the lives of several wolf packs across the state of Texas and a few other southern states.
Their species lives by a strict code, and heed the call of the spirit wolf in all things, including matters of the heart. Not an easy undertaking when you’ve been told your sexuality goes against the laws of nature … or does it?
Change is coming, and each pack will inevitably have to make choices that will either strengthen or destroy their way of life.
The characters in Killian’s Claim, face these problems as well, but they have so much more than wolf spirits to deal with.
Here’s a little taste of what I’m talking about…
Six years ago, Quinn Kelly barely escaped the brutal murder of his parents. Now the lone wolf is searching for a place to belong. Well aware of his proclivity for men, his nomadic life hasn’t allowed him to find anyone to call his own, until now.
Wolf-shifter and future alpha of his own pack, Killian Masters wants nothing more than his father’s approval. After meeting Quinn, he’s more determined than ever to make his father see who he is and how deeply he loves.
Captivated by their growing passion, the young lovers have a rude awakening when the vengeful alpha who murdered Quinn’s parents finds him, and vows to destroy anyone who gets in his way.
Some say the battle between good and evil is determined by which power is fed the most, but in nature, no power compares to that of an alpha’s claim.
Story Excerpt
He stood frozen in place, fists balled tight and his cock throbbing with ungodly need. He’d never been balls deep inside another man before, but the longer he stood there, the more he wanted it.
Killian kissed the curve of Quinn’s neck then began to suckle.
Quinn squeezed his eyes shut. How much more could he possibly take? Chills skittered across his skin causing ripples of goose-bumps to coat his tingling flesh. A sensual moan vibrated in his chest as he shuddered from the thrill of Killian’s touch.
Killian pulled away and looked him in the eye. “Follow your instincts.”
Quinn took a deep breath then clutched the back of Killian’s neck. “Like this?” No longer able to hold back, he lunged forward, engulfing Killian’s mouth with his while pushing him back toward the sofa.
Killian tripped over his own feet, and toppled onto the couch.
Quinn stood over him. His engorged cock jerked as Killian’s hungry gaze zeroed in. He slowly unzipped his jeans, taking his time. He then reached in, squeezed his prick and winced from the ache. His experience with blowjobs had been limited to quickies here and there, and even those were awkward, and over before he’d had time to savor the moment. Getting sucked off by some guy he’d never see again was much different from what was happening now.
Killian sat up, licking his lips, his gaze still fixated on Quinn’s crotch.
Courage he hadn’t expected suddenly engulfed Quinn as he offered his cock to Killian. “Take it.”
A devious grin spread across Killian’s face.
Quinn’s eyes rolled back, and his hips naturally bucked as Killian removed his cock from his jeans. Warm hands gripped it firmly, but not too hard. Quinn sucked air in through his teeth, shuddering as Killian began to stroke him. Slow and easy. Up and down.
He jolted when Killian took him in his mouth, hot and wet. “Fuck.” Never had anything felt so good. He peered down, then twisted the back of Killian’s hair into his fist, guiding his head back and forth as Killian took more and more of his cock into his mouth.
Killian gripped the base of Quinn’s shaft, quickening his pace, sucking and stroking simultaneously.
Quinn’s knees buckled, and he grabbed Killian’s shoulders to steady himself as heat flooded his groin. His cock pulsed, and he struggled to hold off as long as he could. He wanted so badly to lose his load in Killian’s mouth, but doing that would end the pleasure far too soon.
Where to Buy
Evernight Publishing
Amazon
All Romance eBooks
Bookstrand
Where to find Tyler Robbins
Mid Week Tease: Behind the Iron Cross
Happy Hump Day! Here’s another delicious Mid Week Tease, courtesy of the lovely and talented Sandra Bunino. This week, I’ll be sharing a teaser from my seemingly neverending WIP Behind the Iron Cross. But damn, I enjoy working on this book!
Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!
In the aftermath of World War I, Berlin has become a hotspot of decadent pleasures, and American millionairess Kat Tracy is determined to enjoy each and every one of them with Sam Hellman, her late brother’s lover and her convenient “fiancé.” But when the two of them meet Friedrich von Bader, a former German Army officer turned reluctant prostitute, their wicked games take on a new meaning.
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Kat stared up at the German, now perched between her splayed thighs. His sheathed cock, thick and throbbing, rested against her pubic mound, and her clit ached for contact with it. Behind him, Sam wore an intense expression as he did something to Friedrich’s lower body. From the sudden widening of Friedrich’s eyes, she could guess what Sam was doing with his fingers.
“Come on, then.” She stroked Friedrich’s cock, shifting herself slightly so that she could nudge him into position. “I want you inside me, colonel. Slowly.”
“Ja, Fräulein.” With exquisite slowness, he pressed into her. She took in a deep breath at the first delicious stretch, the thick heft of his shaft as it forced her body to accommodate it. Wet as she was, she wasn’t fully open, and he had to work for the last few inches. She watched, fascinated, at the play of emotions across his face; strain, concentration, followed by the most sublime look of amazement when he was finally seated inside her.
And then his eyes widened even more and he gasped, twitching inside her. Over his shoulder Sam loomed, his own look of pleasurable strain a close twin to Friedrich’s. “Relax, Friedrich,” he said hoarsely. “And breathe, dammit.”
Friedrich’s head dropped and he obeyed, pressing hard against her pubic bone as Sam pushed deeper. Her clit throbbed from the sudden attention, and she mewled happily. “Oh, I like that!”
“So do I. I wish you could feel it from this end, sweetheart,” Sam said, sounding breathless. “He’s so hot and tight. How are you doing, Friedrich?”
“Mmnn.” The German sucked in another breath, then nodded. “It’s good. More.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Sam said, still breathless. “Coming right up.”
At Sam’s careful thrust, Friedrich pressed harder against her, grinding oh so perfectly. She watched as pain flickered across his face, replaced by heavy-lidded pleasure. His sculpted mouth pursed into a soft oh, and he pushed back against Sam, then surged heavily into her.
Kat threw her head back, turning her cry of pleasure into a ragged gasp. She loved this, loved watching her colonel impale himself on Sam’s cock before pushing into her. He was trapped between them, a slave to both their pleasure and his own. She angled her hips to meet his next thrust, and moaned in surprise as his cock slid perfectly along her clit, setting off a firestorm in her lower belly.
Her eyes popped open. “Do that again!”
Friedrich obeyed, moaning as Sam’s thrust pushed him deeply into her. The same slide, and the same burst of ecstatic fire through her. That had never happened before, not with the pets she allowed to pleasure her, or even with Sam. “Keep doing that, just like that.”
Friedrich was breathing hard now, his large body trembling against hers from the strain of holding himself in position. Sam obviously felt it as well, because he said, “Friedrich, don’t work so hard. Let me do the driving. Just relax and enjoy Kat.”
“Ja.” It was a breathless grunt, but some of the tremors eased. Under Sam’s guidance, the three of them found a rhythm that drove Friedrich’s cock perfectly over her clit, pistoning deep inside her as Sam plunged inside the German. The bed began to creak, then squeak angrily under them.
“Good thing we have a suite,” Sam gasped. “Don’t — hah — want the neighbors calling — hah! — the cops on us.”
Even with her rising pleasure, Kat still managed to roll her eyes. “Just shut up and fuck him, Sam.”
She heard him chuckle, and then the pace stepped up, the bed now giving a cacophony of squeaks. Kat lifted up and took one of Friedrich’s hard nipples into her mouth, sucking it before biting down. His cock swelled inside her, and he buried his mouth in her hair and screamed as he exploded into the rubber.
“Oh, God, yes!” Sam gave another thrust, and another, them moaned loudly. The combined energy of their climaxes tipped Kat over the edge. She came hard around Friedrich, wrapping her arms and legs around him and Sam as she bucked against them, lost in the hot burst of pleasure.
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