Skip to the Good Part 2: 20 Authors Reveal Their Steamiest Scenes

by Pepper Winters

  “Ow,” she says.

  “Quiet, or I’ll do it again.”

  It’s a hurmph that escapes those perfect, fuckable lips this time, and I slap her pussy hard in retaliation. She squeals, and attempts to close her thighs on my hand, but she opens them again once I begin to rub her clit. “Tonight I do what I want with you, Ana. If I tell you to sit up and beg, you’ll beg. If I tell you to open your legs for me, you’ll do it. You’ll do everything I ask, and what’s more, you’ll like it. Are we clear, baby girl?”

  She nods, slowly, as if she’s afraid to move too suddenly, and risk angering me further. I climb back on the mattress, kneeling beside her head. “Open your mouth.”

  Her lips part as she sucks in a slow breath. I take one nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and pinch hard. Ana cries out, her mouth opening on an O. I slide the head of my cock against her lips, and she opens wider for me, sucking me in with slow, languid strokes. I run my fingers through her hair, tugging on it the way I would her ponytail as she quickens her pace.

  I push in a little deeper, till I’m fucking the back of her throat. My balls tighten, and I gotta pull away before I coat her pretty throat with come. She frowns when my cock slides free and opens her mouth to protest, but I slap her pussy, and she quickly shuts up. I don’t leave her waiting long before I’m easing away the sting by stroking my fingers over her soaked lips, focusing my attention on her clit until she’s panting for release.

  I don’t let her have it, though. Tonight we’re playing by my rules.

  “Please, Elijah. I need to come.”

  I slap her pretty pussy twice more, one after the other in quick succession, rubbing away the sting with delicious pleasure.

  “You come when I say you come. Not before,” I whisper. Goosebumps break out over her body, and she squeezes her thighs together tightly, I assume to try and alleviate some of the tension. I spread her legs apart with a sharp slap to her outer thigh.

  Leaning over to the bedside table, I take a bottle of lube and her pink rabbit from the drawer. I squeeze a small amount from the tube and coat my cock in it, pumping into my hand while I groan, “Fuck me. I could come just looking at you.”

  I squirt lube onto the vibrator and edge closer to her body. Taking a pillow, I place it beneath her hips and bring her legs up vertically so the soles of her feet rest against my chest. I plunge inside her, until my head hits the very end of her.

  Fuck, the way she feels when she’s wrapped around me, it’s overwhelming. It’s intense. It makes me wanna do stupid shit like sing from the rooftop, buy a fucking house. Or get married. Shit. I am so in over my head with this woman.

  In a way I feel like that’s what this night is about. Taking back some of the power she’s stolen from me. I love her so damn much it hurts, but it’s not a feeling I’m used to. I’ve never been this vulnerable when it came to another human being, and as much as I worship the fucking ground she walks on, I don’t like it one bit. This is my way of punishing us both. Me because I’m the idiot who handed over my heart and what’s left of my tired, battered soul, and her for being the only woman who could make me do it.

  I’m not gonna lie, though—seeing her fuckable little body trussed up like a Christmas ham gets me so damn hard, I could pound metal by just flashing my dick at it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not about to buy a gimp suit and go all American Horror Story on this shit, but I like taking control. I have a hard time handing that over to someone else. Ana’s not just anyone, though, and I don’t need her bound and collared at my feet. I just need her to stay. No matter what, I need her to stay with me.

  I know that despite how far we’ve come, how far she’s come with her trust in me, we’re still not there. I’m not sure we ever will be, but I’m not afraid to push her limits for the sake of making her uncomfortable. I want to possess her in every way possible, and the only way to do that is to make her see that I’m all she needs.

  If she wants a man to throw her on the bed and fuck her brains out until sunrise, only to get up and do it again until sunset, I’m that guy. If she wants to take it slow, I can be that guy too. I wanna be her everything, for all the rest of her days. And because I’m selfish, I want every part of her … on my terms. Yeah, more fucked up logic, but that’s just me. If she didn’t like it, she would have left a long time ago.

  I realise I’ve been acting like a fucking space cadet, stuck inside my head for the last few seconds, when I should be focused on fucking her. I hate that without even saying a word she ties me up in knots tighter than the sheets binding her arms to the bed.

  I quicken my pace, and then pull out just as her hips are starting to sync to my rhythm. She frowns, and makes a small sighing sound of protest that goes no further than that. I reach for the rabbit vibrator sitting on the bed. Switching that fucker on, I run it across her nipple and down her stomach, smiling when she shies away from the cold lube coating it. I run the tip across her pubic bone, dipping it down to her clit, and then back up again before I gently ease it inside. She takes a minute just to feel and adjust, and then when she begins squirming I slap her thigh, hard.

  “I need you to hold still, Ana.”

  “I can’t,” she pants.

  “Move another muscle and I’ll stop, and leave you tied to the bed all night without any relief.”

  She sighs again, and stills her rocking hips. I shift my weight closer, squirt some more lube into my hand, and coat my fingers in it. Gently pushing against her arsehole, I dip a finger inside. I only give her a moment to adjust before sliding another finger in, twisting and slowly separating them to stretch her walls.

  “Oh, God … Elijah.” she moans, and throws her head back into the pillow, her body arches off the mattress in time with my movements. Watching her is perfection. But before she can reach the high she’s chasing, I ease my fingers from inside. Ana lets out a frustrated groan. She’s panting, sweat beads on her forehead, and between her gorgeous tits. She thrashes against her restraints. I chuckle.

  Smearing lube on my cock, I slowly, and very carefully, inch into her arse, holding the vibrator in her tight, wet cunt to keep it from being forced out.

  Ana’s pussy clenches, her thighs tremble, and a soft whimper escapes her open mouth. She shakes her head. “It’s too much.”

  “No, it’s not. Relax. Breathe. If you hate it once you’ve had time to wrap your head around it, I’ll pull out. I just want you to try.” I run my hands over her body, slowly inching forward and further inside her with every revolution of my hands to her tits and thighs. “Just try for me, baby girl.”

  It’s not like I’m just springing this shit on her for the first time. We’ve toyed around this area for months. Years, actually. The first time I had her naked in my bed I’d finger-fucked her arse until she came, screaming my name as she pounded her fists against my chest.

  Sliding my fingers beneath the bunny ears, I pinch her clit, gently rolling her flesh between my thumb and forefinger. Her muscles relax a little, and I inch my cock in further. She tenses up again. She’s so fucking tight it almost hurts, and that combined with the slow hum of the vibrator in her pussy almost has me losing my shit.

  “Breathe,” I remind her, and she does. “Okay?”

  Ana gives me a hesitant nod.

  “You want me to stop?”

  “No,” she pants.

  “Thank fuck.” I shift, slowly letting her adjust to the fact that she has not one but two cocks inside her. And, to be one hundred percent honest, I’m not sure I can quicken my pace without losing it all together. Everything is intensified. I’ve done this only one other time, with the guy who’s currently occupying my favourite armchair. The guy who was probably staring at Ana all night like she was a delicious piece of pie he had a right to take a bite out of.

  Back then, we’d been tripping on acid we’d found at the clubhouse, and Jenny, a club whore twice our age, had suggested we tag team her. Neither one of us had given it much thought going in, but the fact that I
could feel another man’s cock between the thin wall of that woman’s cunt and anus was too much for me. Different strokes for different folks.

  It wasn’t the only time we’d tagged teamed a club whore, or a hot piece of arse, but it was the only time I was too fucked up and freaked out to finish. After that, we never fucked two holes at once. Unless they were at opposite ends of a willing body.

  Ana sucks in a sharp breath, bringing my attention back to where it should be. “Faster, more,” she whispers.

  It’s my turn to exhale loudly. If I move too suddenly, if I let her come on my cock it will be over within seconds for me, and I’m not done yet. “Be patient.”

  “I can’t. I need it. Please, Elijah. Fuck me harder. You promised, please?”

  “Christ baby, you’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

  Ana starts rocking her hips back and forth, but I sink my hands into her flesh to force her to stop.

  “Please?” she begs.

  “Fuck it,” I say as I slide in deeper. I hit the button on the remote and the bunny ears swing into action, vibrating against her clit. I clutch one foot flat to my chest while I slide the other up over my shoulder and fuck her hard. It’s awkward with the vibrator in the way, but within seconds she’s screaming my name as her pussy tightens around the rubber dick and her sphincter milks my cock.

  Ana’s still writhing when I feel my own orgasm build to a point where I can’t ignore it any longer. I wrench free from her body and pump my cock in my fist, groaning as hot come shoots out of me onto her slick, pink pussy. I’m lost in my own euphoric bliss as I slump back on my knees and idly begin rubbing my jizz into her skin.

  Yeah, it’s sick as fuck, and we know how much women hate that shit, but if there’s a different way to mark her as mine, I’m all ears. For now, I’m gonna coat the woman I love in my come because I can. There might come a day when we’re older, and our bodies don’t fit together like they once did, and she won’t let me do this shit anymore, and I’ll regret not taking every opportunity to do it while I had the chance.

  “What?” Ana asks, her voice all high and reedy. It almost sounds as if she’s afraid of me. Fuck, I pushed her too far

  “Huh?” I reply, as I grab the towel from beside us, and start wiping off my junk.

  “Just now, when you came, you whispered something.”

  “I did?” Fuck. That shit was more mind-blowing than even I had planned. If I could high-five myself right now, I abso-fucking-lutely would.

  “You just said ‘marry me’.”

  Oh, fuck.

  “Can you maybe untie me? I think the restraints are stopping the blood flow to my head,” Ana says, her voice taking on the panicked tone she uses when she has fifty pies to bake for a pie drive, and only a day left to do it in. Like an arsehole, I let the most important words I’ll ever say slip out of my mouth in the heat of the moment, and now I have no way to take it back. I can’t let fucking her in the arse be our proposal story.

  I am so fucking screwed.

  Read more from Carmen Jenner’s novel Greetings From Sugartown (Sugartown, #3). She also invites you to connect with her on Facebook.

  About Greetings From Sugartown…

  Life in Sugartown hasn't always been easy, not for an ex-con like Elijah, and certainly not for Ana, who grew up desperate for a way out.

  Meeting Elijah changed all that; Elijah changed a lot of things.

  You’d think that after three years together and the worst behind them that life would be a walk in the park, but Sugartown’s sexiest couple may be about to face their biggest obstacles yet.

  Between failed marriage proposals, a trampy ex-lover and a tempting new biker, Sugartown is suddenly not so sweet.

  They’re head-over-heels in love. It should be simple—but it rarely is.

  Will they make it down the aisle to the happy ever after they deserve? Or are some relationships just destined to fail?

  About Carmen Jenner…

  Carmen Jenner is a thirty-something USA Today bestselling author, doctor, pilot and CIA agent.

  She's also a compulsive, flagrant prevaricator who gets to make things up for a living.

  While Sugartown may not technically exist, Carmen grew up in a small Australian town just like it, and just like her characters, she always longed for something more. They didn't have an Elijah Cade, though. If they did, you can be sure she would have never left.

  Her debut novel, Welcome to Sugartown, was released November 3, 2013.

  Catch up on all the news from the Sugartown, Savage Saints MC and Taint series at www.carmenjenner.com

  Strings

  Hard Rock Harlots, #1

  Kendall Grey

  Though Cherry Buzz Float got off to a rough start on this tour, each show is better than the last. The crowd tonight is twice as big as any of the other gigs we’ve played so far, but I still don’t feel we’ve had a breakthrough yet. Killer Dixon, on the other hand, makes us look like amateurs. I can’t figure it out. And worse, Jinx tells me they’re almost a thousand likes ahead of us on our fan pages. We seriously need a new strategy. I won’t be stood up by second-rate rockers, no matter how fucking good they are in bed.

  I watch Killer Dixon side stage for a few minutes and sink my eye-darts into Shades’s ass. The way he moves under the lights is the same way he moves when we fuck. A master of motion, a manipulator of pleasure switches, a collector and breaker of hearts. Totally fucking hot. He may be all about his fans right now, but I’ll make him forget them soon enough. God, I could come just thinking about what he’s gonna do to me in an hour.

  Kate jostles me out of my reverie. “Freddie says there’s no strip club near here, but there are tons in Jacksonville—our next stop.” Kate scowls at the band. “Fair warning.”

  “Maybe while they’re trolling the titty aisles, we can use their absence to our advantage,” I suggest. “We’re booked for two nights in Jacksonville, right?”

  She nods, her expression not eager but downright conniving. “What do you have in mind?”

  “While the boys pick up chicks after the show tomorrow, we’ll campaign for ourselves outside the strip club. Flash a little leg, jiggle some boobs, and getting the likes we need will be child’s play.”

  “Good plan.” Kate pops her gum. It may be the first time I’ve seen Kate smile since the tour started.

  “Jinx, you with us?”

  The drummer balances her gaze between Kate and me, and then nods.

  “Rock on.”

  The guys wrap up their set, and Jillian flutters over, looking a little rattled. God, is that a misplaced hair on her head? Methinks so.

  “I just found out management promised the local radio station a meet-and-greet after the show,” Jillian says. She looks like she needs a cigarette.

  “You’re shitting me,” I say.

  “Nope. Be on your best behavior, and let’s meet some fans.”

  Fuck yes! This is what rock and roll is all about.

  Sure enough, a few minutes later, some chicks enter the room and head for the sweaty guys eating up a big chunk of backstage real estate. Ranging in age from about eighteen to twenty-five, the women flit around Killer Dixon, squawking and gawking.

  Where are the male fans?

  A blond bimbo sidles up to Shades, slithers her arm around him, and poses for a picture. She’s all tits and ass, and he’s totally checking her out. Heat sears up my neck to my face. The flash goes off. She doesn’t let go. Shades smiles and chats her up. Oh, hell no. Bitch better get her hands off my man. I start over their way. I’m taking this girl down.

  Wait a minute.

  I stop midstep. Shades doesn’t belong to me any more than I belong to him. Just because he sends me those adorable sexts every day doesn’t mean he wants me for anything else. I gotta put a lid on my rage and remember we’re not dating, we’re not exclusive, and we certainly don’t care about each other.

  Nobody can know I’m jealous as hell—least of all, Kate.


  I grit my teeth and smile like a good girl.

  Chitchat ensues, and Killer Dixon eats up the attention. Rax sits on a couch surrounded by barely dressed women. He has one on each knee, and two on either side. They’re like pimp accessories—all shiny and flashy. Judging by the looks he’s giving his groupie harem, feeding the lust is his prime objective. No problem there. Hell, he might even bag all six of them.

  Toombs stands off to the side watching Rax like a hungry hawk. He takes an occasional sip of beer. A couple of girls start to approach him but back off when he looks their way. They should be afraid.

  Then there’s Shades. Girls pet his fauxhawk, pinch his ass, press their knockers against him. I keep expecting him to look my way, but he’s too wrapped up in his newfound notoriety to notice me.

  I stomp my foot. “Where are our fans?”

  Kate shakes her head and keeps quiet.

  Jinx watches Toombs from the shadows, and I feel a little bad for her. But it’s for the best that he goes on the prowl for someone else. He would break her. Jinx deserves a nice guy who’ll treat her like a queen.

  A fresh batch of fans enters, and a few of them wander over our way. I put on my fake smile and thank them for coming to see us. A friendly, shoot-the-shit chat reveals they’re Killer Dixon fans.

  Why doesn’t anyone care about Cherry Buzz Float, goddamn it?

  Fuck my life.

  The meet-and-greet goes on for an hour. One of the DJs from the local radio station interviews Shades and Rax. Toombs wants nothing to do with it. I flash a hopeful smile at the DJ when he wraps up with Killer Dixon. He smiles back and packs up his shit.

  Seriously?

  This. Fucking. Sucks.

  By the time the place starts to clear, my stomach is in knots, and I’ve lost my sexual appetite. I glance to the couch where the guys sit. I’m totally off Shades’s radar. Along with everyone else’s, apparently.