Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Hump Day HUMP... Executive Decisions (book 3 One Night Only)





Sophie sat back limp -- still against Hawk’s chest -- and let the world slowly come back to her. Her ears rang and her vision was still narrowed as the last ebbs of her orgasm passed. As her hearing slowly returned to normal, she was aware of the male chuckling surrounding her.

“Absolutely beautiful.” Hawk’s deep voice made her insides rumble like the bass did when her radio was cranked up too loud. “I knew there was a passionate woman in there. She puts her whole heart into everything she does -- there was no way sex would be any different.”

When she finally decided to try to focus on something, Raven’s face was the first thing she saw. And he looked terrifyingly aroused.

“Wow.” There she was again. That bumbling adolescent with a crush. She could actually hear the points ticking off her I.Q. No, wait! That was her pounding heart. Either way, she should have been able to come up with something more intelligent to say than “wow.”

Like maybe, “Your tongue on my clit was absolutely wonderful.” Maybe not. How about, “Now, I wanna fuck your brains out. I’ve dreamed of it for years, and I’m getting your grandmother’s money’s worth tonight.”

Instead, she’d said “wow,” and for the life of her, she couldn’t form the words for anything else. She felt drowsy. Like she’d had too much to drink. She took a couple of long, deep breaths and felt better. She must have hyperventilated. Her head cleared, but she was getting mellow and sleepy. Could one get high on sex?

In any event, she didn’t think she could move. Fortunately, she didn’t have to worry about it very long. Raven moved to her side and scooped her up. She cried out when Hawk’s cock slipped out of her, leaving her feeling empty.

She clung to Raven because, though she knew this was one night only and they weren’t obligated beyond this one evening, she didn’t want this to be the end. She’d loved them most of her life. How could she possibly go back to the way things had been?

Before she could move too far into the uncertain future, Raven laid her back on the bed and covered her with his large body. “Don’t, Sophie.” He slid his fingers into her hair and forced her to look at him as he positioned himself at her moist entrance. “Don’t think past this moment.”

He sheathed himself with a condom and sank into her, this time with no pain. Sophie cried out in joy to feel the fullness of him moving within her, and knew she’d never feel this way about anyone else. She turned her head and saw Hawk. He watched her intently, and she was acutely aware of the bouncing of her breasts with each thrust Raven made.

“I need you, too,” she whispered. “I want you both inside me.”

Hawk frowned, as if the thought displeased him, then he said, “Open your mouth for me, little Sophie. Take me that way.”

She eagerly did as he asked, taking his cock when he moved next to her and laid the heavy member on her lips. She tasted herself on him, and her pussy contracted at the erotic taste. Raven lay more fully on top of her, kissing her neck and throat, licking a flaming path over flesh as he fucked her at his leisure.

Both men groaned and encouraged her, and she could only imagine what she looked like, lying there taking her pleasure as they took theirs. Hawk’s cock slid into her mouth about halfway before he pulled out only to gently move back inside. She sucked in on every stroke, her cheeks hollowing when he pulled out. He was long, and she couldn’t take more than half of him comfortably, but it was a delicious experience. She felt heady and very powerful.

Salty liquid leaked from the tip, and she moved her tongue to capture every drop as she sucked him. It wasn’t long before his moans became more urgent and his breathing erratic. He tried to pull away from her, but Sophie grabbed the base of his cock with her hand and refused to let him pull back.

“I’m going to come, Sophie. Let me out.” Hawk sounded almost desperate.
She narrowed her eyes and shook her head. She wanted his seed inside her the only way they’d allow it.

“Oh, fuck!” With those words, Hawk’s seed erupted inside her mouth. Spurt after spurt hit the back of her throat faster than she could swallow. Excess leaked from one corner of her mouth, and she continued to suck him and swallow. The salty fluid wasn’t unpleasant, and again she felt the power of being a woman with a man she’d pleased.

“Son of a bitch, Hawk. You came inside her.” Raven’s movements were rapid and hard now. He pounded into her with enough force to move her slowly but steadily up the bed. “I can’t fucking believe you came…” His voice trailed off, and he buried his face in her neck. His grunts increased in volume with every thrust, as did her own pleasure. She tilted her pelvis, bringing her clit more in contact with his pubic bone, and by the time he lifted his head to shout his release, her own orgasm washed over her a second time, and she screamed right along with him.
Sweat suffused her body again and she trembled, clinging to Raven desperately, not wanting to let him go. She reached out blindly until she felt Hawk’s leg, and she gripped it as tightly as she could manage. She didn’t want to let either of them go.

Ever.

With that last thought, she closed her eyes, sighed, and promptly fell asleep.

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Friday, May 24, 2013

Wednesday, May 22, 2013



Illicit Mating

by Marteeka Karland


“We need to get one thing perfectly clear,” he continued, breathing just as hard as she was. “When I tell you to do something, there is usually a reason for it. Those men were hired mercenaries whose goal is to take over Lunar Colony 1 for whomever paid them.” He didn’t move off her, but kept her pinned on the bed. When she’d fallen, her legs had spread, and he was now wedged between them. “Kil and I are here not only to help in the construction of LC1, but to protect it from these mercs. We have no idea who is funding them, but we know they are well paid. As such, they wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone who tries to stop them. That includes a foolish woman with no business fighting such men.”

Worr shifted his weight, flipping Gabrielle over before covering her body with his own once more. The glint of war was in his eyes, a fierce battle lust she knew would serve him well in a fight. Worr might seem calm and controlled, but she knew now he was a dangerous man. Unexpectedly, her belly tightened and her hips arched against his leg where it was wedged between hers. She’d almost been killed. Had probably killed the man she’d burned. Adrenaline still coursed through her, fed first by the violence in the corridor then by Worr’s reaction. All that energy needed to be let out. Now. If not, she was sure she’d lose her sanity.

Before she could stop to consider the consequences of what she was doing, Gabrielle grabbed a fistful of Worr’s hair and brought his mouth to hers. He didn’t resist, rather meeting her with a kiss of his own. His tongue plunged into her mouth, conquering, claiming, probably tasting the fear and excitement inside her just as she tasted it on him.
Worr lifted her further onto the bed, settling his body squarely between her spread thighs. Both were still fully clothed, but the instinct to mate seemed overpowering. All Gabrielle could think about was turning all the fear and terror inside her into pleasure in this man’s arms.

She kissed him back as greedily as he kissed her. Both vied for dominance, but Gabrielle knew there was no way this man would submit to her. Instead, she found she wanted to be at his mercy. When he was kissing her like this, touching her roughly through her suit as if he had the right to her, she found she wanted to give herself to him, to do whatever he needed in order to satisfy them both.

With impatient fingers, Worr unzipped her pressure suit and moved her clothing until he found the skin of her stomach. With a groan, he moved his battle-roughened hand up her belly to squeeze her breast through the material of her bra. He was rough with her, his touch not at all gentle, but he didn’t hurt her. There would probably be slight bruising later, but the sting only amplified her need. She arched into his touch, whimpering her desire for him, her legs locking around his hips as she struggled to bring herself the friction she needed.

“You will never, ever do that again, Gabrielle. Do you understand me?” He didn’t let her answer, but found her mouth again, kissing her so she couldn’t think straight. “You’re my woman. Mine to protect. You will never place yourself in that kind of danger again.” This time, he did pull back, giving her a little shake for emphasis. “Do you understand me?”
Gabrielle took several deep breaths, trying to bring some semblance of understanding back to her garbled mind. There was a reason she’d disobeyed him. She just had to make him understand.

“I only did it to protect you,” she managed. She didn’t want to talk. She wanted to fuck! She needed this physical manifestation of their attraction to each other. She needed the release he promised with those drugging kisses.

Shock crossed his features, followed quickly by anger, then amusement. “You? Protect me?” He rolled off her to prop himself up on one arm. “You couldn’t protect yourself, much less a warrior of my status. All you need to do is what I tell you to. That and warm my bed at night. Follow those simple guidelines, and we’ll get along just fine.”

Oh $no he didn’t! The infuriating grin on his face was her undoing. Where she’d found it charming and devastating before, now she found it arrogant and... $male!

She got to her feet, sliding off the bed as smoothly as she could, ignoring him completely. Shrugging out of her suit, she found he’d removed his body armor and come up behind her, keeping his distance, but obviously expecting them to pick up where they’d left off if the bulge between his legs was any indication.

“Just so we’re clear,” Gabrielle said softly, “what exactly is it I’m supposed to do again?”
“What I tell you and warm my bed at night.” He replied without hesitation. Obviously, she didn’t look like any threat to him.

“That’s what I thought you said.”

Worr took a step toward her. At the same time, Gabrielle swung an open-handed slap at his face, connecting with a satisfying $smack.