Just a bit of a piece I hope to pitch to St. Martins Press at the Lori Foster event in June.
FORD
The longer he waited, the more of them would come. As natural as breathing it was the order of things. The centuries of instinct to fight were already pushed aside. Pushed aside and thrown to the wind because he wanted them to come. All of them, as many as he could get in one place.
He needed them to wipe away the vision. The blond hair and that face, fuck, that face contorted with ecstasy as he touched her. It swam in his brain and all he saw was red. Red and death.
Probably his and that was fine.
And they did come. More and more every minute. He took them as they attacked, his sword moving in an arc cutting bone from bone, flesh, blood, scales and pieces of unnamed things that defied description. His movements came easily with no real thought or effort behind them. He killed in silence, the perfunctory action just mechanics to drag it out a little longer, slaying only enough to not let it end just quite yet. The destruction wielded at his hand felt no more satisfying than knowing his death would neither end his torment, nor change a damn thing.
Pain welled, so long held back, so long denied it flooded him, making him tear away the ironclad control he’d taken centuries to build. Every piece of his body ached, burned. The lie he’d constructed, that he was cold, emotionless, ruthless, burned through him the most. Knowledge that he had no resistance, no real control, that he felt every damn breath of life when it came to her was the final blow to the walls he’d built to preserve his sanity.
As they crumbled, so did he.
Ford lifted his arms open wide. Sword pointed to the heavens, the gun in his other hand silent. Empty and still as he felt. Let them come. This would be a fitting way to die, shredded into nothing, shredded and torn and lost like his soul already was.
Through the grinding pain of teeth and claws he heard a strange buzz, distant, like the whine of a motor. Whatever. If someone had come they were too late and he was glad of it. With one last ragged breath he felt the teeth of a demon at his throat and he smiled, death came more welcome than the burning hell of torment he’d been living.
PHOENIX
She raged.
Brilliant glowing green shot with red, blood red, tinted her eyes.
Steel flashed, gunpowder flared. But most of all, she raged like the Fury within her.
Fangs. The idea of them didn’t repulse her as it should. The uncanny ability of her mind to float freely and consider the idea she had just sprouted fangs at the same time her body continued to fight the horde with deadly accuracy, was not even odd. Just part of the package. One she happened to enjoy. If it hadn’t been for the rage blinding her to everything but the need to destroy every creature in site.
Wrenching flesh from bone, the steel in one hand sliced through whatever it contacted while her Walther pulsed in recoil in the other. Demon skin flayed from the seething creatures. Her eyes glazed with blood lust. Still, she raged.
Ford, lay dying mere feet away. The pain rent her soul, left her bleeding, screaming in her head helpless. It was this and this alone that caused her to move on her own through the gathering crowd of the damned. Those bent on taking Ford down, killing the master hunter now that he was vulnerable. There was no Fury, no quick flash of cleansing. This would be death in all its bloody carnage. Destruction at her hands was a singular desire. Her mate lay dying, and nothing short of tearing flesh from limb with her bare hands would even begin to penetrate the primal rage that came from that.
It didn’t matter whether he loved, or hated. It didn’t matter if she did. They were mated, his pain an instinctual call for her to fight to the death regardless, and she did.
She moved through them like a storm, a blackness, thrashing with lightening that was cold steel and the flash of bullets, and blood. Red, red blood flowed from them all, and she gloried in it, bathed in it. At the last she ripped at them with her hands, her teeth, those damn fangs that she had no idea she possessed until now, until she had needed them. For Ford.
It lasted only minutes. Drenched, muddied, looking for all the world like the creatures she’d ripped limb from limb she dropped at his side. Knees in the dirt, grime covered hair hanging low over her face like curtain she put her hands on him, felt his chest, his blood. Felt for a heartbeat.
His nostrils flared, slightly. The vampire within him scented the blood on her, the blood of many, most of all the blood coursing like a pounding rapids in her veins. He fought it, she could feel him, could feel him trying to gain the energy to bring the necromancer to bear, to control the death that crawled through him like a haze. He didn’t have the strength, she knew it. He knew it.
“Feed, or you die.”
“Never.”
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Nothing brilliant...
First off, I suck at this. I need to get seriously better at it, and I have no excuse! So, while waiting for word on the first Firefighter novel at the publisher, here's a tiny, tiny snippet of the second one. And I promise to get better at this blog thing. (Insert eye roll here, if you like.) Oh, and its unedited, of course.
From Flames of Honor;
Damn if that tight little ass picking it’s way through the debris in the cordoned off area of the arson scene didn’t look familiar. Very familiar. That ass had been twitching in his face for days now and unfortunately it didn’t leave his head when it left his sight.
So what the fuck was she doing here? His newest firefighter should not be trailing the arson investigator, talking with him like they were trading notes.
What. The. Fuck.
Hairs on the back of his neck on alert he stood against the brick front of the building, watching. Sure enough, the conversation had no tension. They pointed, picked, examined. In tandem.
He knew Rod well enough that if he talked openly, let her on a fire scene, she was golden in his book and not just the average hose jockey. He’d been right all along there was something more to her and it had to do with the fires that this psycho had been setting that had put his guys in danger. The thought descended on him with all the grace of a load of bricks and started a train of thought headed in only one direction.
What was he going to do with her now?
Keeping out of sight he watched from a distance. Waiting it out might be better than going in and see if he could glean any info out of Rod on who might be doing this. Then, that little ass was his.
So, who the fuck was she? Why was she parked in his Engine company under his nose, and what did she know about the fires being set?
He was damn sure going to find out. And also pretty sure that her not being a straight up firefighter under his command had just put her as fair game in his bed as well. As much as the thought contradicted what he’d been grinding into his head about her for days, it made sense. Get her lying little ass naked and under him. Relieve the ache in his balls she’d caused, and get some questions answered in the process. All good.
She’d been willing to put herself in his face, she would have to deal with the consequences. Those, would be sweet reward for his efforts, too.
He couldn’t help the predatory grin that split his face when she rounded the corner to where her car was parked and caught site of him leaning against it. Relaxed on the exterior, his gut and his balls seethed with raw adrenaline. The shocked look of being caught red handed only served to heighten his state, though he kept himself tight, leaning back casually, arms folded over his chest just watching her walk towards him.
The fifteen lies she could tell to cover being here were evident on her face as she came closer. That was one bonus of working with her these last few days. To most he bet she’d be hard to read, but studying her every move for hours on end had enlightened him to the subtle shifts in her eyes and features that revealed a hell of a lot about what she was thinking.
Right now, she was thinking about how to get out of this.
“Not going to work, sweetheart. Whatever you’re cooking up in that brain of yours I know you aren’t what you say, and I don’t give two shits who Sutty is or about your firefighter family.”
“Rod’s a family friend. I’m going to enter the arson investigation training next year.”
“That’s nice.” He sprung on her the instant she reached the car and her hand moved to the door handle. Pressing his big body into hers he backed her into the car.
“What the hell do you think—“
The last few words he devoured along with her lips. And god the taste was sweeter than he’d imagined. Stiffening and trying to pull back did her no good as he buried his hands in the silk of her hair, wrapping the strands around his fists he kept her mouth right where it was, buried under his as he explore every corner of her lips with his.
Finally pulling back he pressed his forehead into hers, eye to eye.
“Baby you just gave me the break I’ve been waiting for. I’ve known all along something was up, still don’t know what but now, one thing I do know…” He nipped at her bottom lip, tasting her again, loving that she stood stock still, no longer fighting him even if she hadn’t given in yet. “I do know I’m going to love every minute of teasing the truth out of you now that I have free reign to put your sweet, little, ass—“ He punctuated each word with another nip, this time rewarded with her lips parting slightly, making his cock jump against her hip. “—in my bed. Right where it belongs.”
The fury that sparked in her eyes might have pushed some males back. Not him. He watched it, simmering, the resentment that he had just claimed her, loving every second of it, of her strength. Even if it wouldn’t do her a damn bit of good.
“Asshole!” she screeched, and in a surprise move she kicked his left knee. The momentary pain and shock that he’d been so drunk on her kiss that he’d let her get the jump on him nearly made him laugh. If it hadn’t given her the opportunity to wriggle out from under him.
Now she stood, chest heaving with the angry breaths she took, face livid. “Who the hell do you think you are? You have no right to accuse me of lying! And why the hell do you think I’d let you in my bed? You think you’re all that? I don’t give a shit what you look like, you kill it with that pig headed asshole personality!”
He couldn’t help it. Worst possible thing he could have done, and it came out without warning. He laughed.
He was still laughing when her tires screeched on the pavement as she tore away, leaving him standing in a cloud of dust.
Oh, she was his. Game on.
From Flames of Honor;
Damn if that tight little ass picking it’s way through the debris in the cordoned off area of the arson scene didn’t look familiar. Very familiar. That ass had been twitching in his face for days now and unfortunately it didn’t leave his head when it left his sight.
So what the fuck was she doing here? His newest firefighter should not be trailing the arson investigator, talking with him like they were trading notes.
What. The. Fuck.
Hairs on the back of his neck on alert he stood against the brick front of the building, watching. Sure enough, the conversation had no tension. They pointed, picked, examined. In tandem.
He knew Rod well enough that if he talked openly, let her on a fire scene, she was golden in his book and not just the average hose jockey. He’d been right all along there was something more to her and it had to do with the fires that this psycho had been setting that had put his guys in danger. The thought descended on him with all the grace of a load of bricks and started a train of thought headed in only one direction.
What was he going to do with her now?
Keeping out of sight he watched from a distance. Waiting it out might be better than going in and see if he could glean any info out of Rod on who might be doing this. Then, that little ass was his.
So, who the fuck was she? Why was she parked in his Engine company under his nose, and what did she know about the fires being set?
He was damn sure going to find out. And also pretty sure that her not being a straight up firefighter under his command had just put her as fair game in his bed as well. As much as the thought contradicted what he’d been grinding into his head about her for days, it made sense. Get her lying little ass naked and under him. Relieve the ache in his balls she’d caused, and get some questions answered in the process. All good.
She’d been willing to put herself in his face, she would have to deal with the consequences. Those, would be sweet reward for his efforts, too.
He couldn’t help the predatory grin that split his face when she rounded the corner to where her car was parked and caught site of him leaning against it. Relaxed on the exterior, his gut and his balls seethed with raw adrenaline. The shocked look of being caught red handed only served to heighten his state, though he kept himself tight, leaning back casually, arms folded over his chest just watching her walk towards him.
The fifteen lies she could tell to cover being here were evident on her face as she came closer. That was one bonus of working with her these last few days. To most he bet she’d be hard to read, but studying her every move for hours on end had enlightened him to the subtle shifts in her eyes and features that revealed a hell of a lot about what she was thinking.
Right now, she was thinking about how to get out of this.
“Not going to work, sweetheart. Whatever you’re cooking up in that brain of yours I know you aren’t what you say, and I don’t give two shits who Sutty is or about your firefighter family.”
“Rod’s a family friend. I’m going to enter the arson investigation training next year.”
“That’s nice.” He sprung on her the instant she reached the car and her hand moved to the door handle. Pressing his big body into hers he backed her into the car.
“What the hell do you think—“
The last few words he devoured along with her lips. And god the taste was sweeter than he’d imagined. Stiffening and trying to pull back did her no good as he buried his hands in the silk of her hair, wrapping the strands around his fists he kept her mouth right where it was, buried under his as he explore every corner of her lips with his.
Finally pulling back he pressed his forehead into hers, eye to eye.
“Baby you just gave me the break I’ve been waiting for. I’ve known all along something was up, still don’t know what but now, one thing I do know…” He nipped at her bottom lip, tasting her again, loving that she stood stock still, no longer fighting him even if she hadn’t given in yet. “I do know I’m going to love every minute of teasing the truth out of you now that I have free reign to put your sweet, little, ass—“ He punctuated each word with another nip, this time rewarded with her lips parting slightly, making his cock jump against her hip. “—in my bed. Right where it belongs.”
The fury that sparked in her eyes might have pushed some males back. Not him. He watched it, simmering, the resentment that he had just claimed her, loving every second of it, of her strength. Even if it wouldn’t do her a damn bit of good.
“Asshole!” she screeched, and in a surprise move she kicked his left knee. The momentary pain and shock that he’d been so drunk on her kiss that he’d let her get the jump on him nearly made him laugh. If it hadn’t given her the opportunity to wriggle out from under him.
Now she stood, chest heaving with the angry breaths she took, face livid. “Who the hell do you think you are? You have no right to accuse me of lying! And why the hell do you think I’d let you in my bed? You think you’re all that? I don’t give a shit what you look like, you kill it with that pig headed asshole personality!”
He couldn’t help it. Worst possible thing he could have done, and it came out without warning. He laughed.
He was still laughing when her tires screeched on the pavement as she tore away, leaving him standing in a cloud of dust.
Oh, she was his. Game on.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
The mood for 2010...
Ok, I'm loving this song. Just the in your face attitude, the I'm in charge, and you're going to love it agenda! This, THIS is what erotic romance is about. Could NOT have said it better..so go watch the hot vid and enjoy, and here are the lyrics. Tell me this isn't hot? This is my attitude for 2010!
http://www.adamofficial.com/us/videoshttp://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid55856527001?bclid=55831937001&bctid=53718047001
For Your Entertainment - Adam Lambert
So hot
Out the box
Can we pick up the pace?
Turn it up,
Heat it up
I need to be entertained
Push the limit
Are you with it?
Baby, don't be afraid
I'ma hurt 'ya real good, baby
Let's go
It's my show
Baby, do what I say
Don't trip off the glitz
That I'm gonna display
I told ya
I'ma hold ya down until you're amazed
Give it to ya 'til you're screaming my name
No escaping when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way you'll ring the alarm
So hold on until it's over
Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for you entertainment
Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
'Ya thought an angel swept you off ya feet
But I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment
It's alright
You'll be fine
Baby, I'm in control
Take the pain
Take the pleasure
I'm the master of both
Close your eyes
Not your mind
Let me into your soul
I'ma work it 'til you're totally blown
No escaping when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way you'll ring the alarm
So hold on until it's over
Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for you entertainment
Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
'Ya thought an angel swept ya off your feet
Well I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment
Oh oh... mmmm
Entertainment...
Oh oh... Oh entertainment...
I'm here for your entertainment...
Oooohhh...
Do you like what you see?
Wooooaaaahhhh...
Let me entertain 'ya tell you screeaaam
Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for you entertainment
Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet (bet ya thought)
'Ya thought an angel swept ya off your feet
Well I'm about to turn up the heat (turn up the heat)
I'm here for your entertainment
http://www.adamofficial.com/us/videoshttp://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid55856527001?bclid=55831937001&bctid=53718047001
For Your Entertainment - Adam Lambert
So hot
Out the box
Can we pick up the pace?
Turn it up,
Heat it up
I need to be entertained
Push the limit
Are you with it?
Baby, don't be afraid
I'ma hurt 'ya real good, baby
Let's go
It's my show
Baby, do what I say
Don't trip off the glitz
That I'm gonna display
I told ya
I'ma hold ya down until you're amazed
Give it to ya 'til you're screaming my name
No escaping when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way you'll ring the alarm
So hold on until it's over
Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for you entertainment
Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
'Ya thought an angel swept you off ya feet
But I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment
It's alright
You'll be fine
Baby, I'm in control
Take the pain
Take the pleasure
I'm the master of both
Close your eyes
Not your mind
Let me into your soul
I'ma work it 'til you're totally blown
No escaping when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way you'll ring the alarm
So hold on until it's over
Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for you entertainment
Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
'Ya thought an angel swept ya off your feet
Well I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment
Oh oh... mmmm
Entertainment...
Oh oh... Oh entertainment...
I'm here for your entertainment...
Oooohhh...
Do you like what you see?
Wooooaaaahhhh...
Let me entertain 'ya tell you screeaaam
Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for you entertainment
Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet (bet ya thought)
'Ya thought an angel swept ya off your feet
Well I'm about to turn up the heat (turn up the heat)
I'm here for your entertainment
Friday, December 25, 2009
Christmas Gifts
Strange how things can pick you up and shake you just when you think you are in charge of it all, isn't it? This last couple of weeks was a little rough, (hell, who am I kidding the last couple of years have been an endurance test!) but the tail end here, especially. The perfect storm of life events that just kind of make you feel like you are sliding in socks on a hardwood floor; out of control and almost crashing, hoping like hell you don't,a little bit of a rush but terrifying at the same time. Some of it has not been pretty, some of it, has been completely amazing. None of it was anything I expected, and most of it, was not anything I had a choice about. (And the ones I did I didn't handle well!)
The biggest thing? The gift of coming out of it all with more than I went in with. I've learned things like I just took and advanced intensive class on life. At 43. Who knew. For the first time in a long time I have that just cleaned out the closets feeling. Stripped down and bare, the kind that makes you feel like you want to scream SHUT THE DOOR SHUT THE DOOR! but at the same time when it's all gone, and you make room for new things, you feel sort of brand new.
Life doesn't always give us the opportunity to shove ourselves forward like this, and it's usually in a way we'd prefer it not to happen. However the gifts we can give ourselves are the most important of all. Looking at things as they are,looking at people as they are, sometimes letting the pain of a difficult situation burn out things that don't belong, taking the lessons that life and people give you and really accepting them, even if it's something we didn't think we wanted to learn. And making sure everything we put back in that nice clean space is worth accepting.
I'm looking forward to the coming year. No matter what comes. I'm hoping for some very positive and long time coming (like...life long!) dreams to be realized, and who knows what else will come. Whatever it is, positive or negative I know I will learn from it, and I know I've deemed myself worth accepting whatever gifts life gives, whether they come looking like a pretty wrapped package or a pot hole, I know I'll walk away with something new.
To my family and friends and everyone, I hope your gifts in life for the coming year are amazing, and thanks for what you've brought to mine.
Love to you all;
Caprice
The biggest thing? The gift of coming out of it all with more than I went in with. I've learned things like I just took and advanced intensive class on life. At 43. Who knew. For the first time in a long time I have that just cleaned out the closets feeling. Stripped down and bare, the kind that makes you feel like you want to scream SHUT THE DOOR SHUT THE DOOR! but at the same time when it's all gone, and you make room for new things, you feel sort of brand new.
Life doesn't always give us the opportunity to shove ourselves forward like this, and it's usually in a way we'd prefer it not to happen. However the gifts we can give ourselves are the most important of all. Looking at things as they are,looking at people as they are, sometimes letting the pain of a difficult situation burn out things that don't belong, taking the lessons that life and people give you and really accepting them, even if it's something we didn't think we wanted to learn. And making sure everything we put back in that nice clean space is worth accepting.
I'm looking forward to the coming year. No matter what comes. I'm hoping for some very positive and long time coming (like...life long!) dreams to be realized, and who knows what else will come. Whatever it is, positive or negative I know I will learn from it, and I know I've deemed myself worth accepting whatever gifts life gives, whether they come looking like a pretty wrapped package or a pot hole, I know I'll walk away with something new.
To my family and friends and everyone, I hope your gifts in life for the coming year are amazing, and thanks for what you've brought to mine.
Love to you all;
Caprice
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Thrill Seekers Snippet
Ok..this is a rough draft..meaning..needs some editing. But since I've sucked royally at posting I thought I better get something up. So, here's some hot dirty sex to keep you all busy until I can get my Fire Fighters Menage submitted and we see if I get to be legit!
Teryn felt like she was being stalked. Slowly, methodically, mercilessly. He’d not said one word about her bolting out on him this morning. He’d even shown up with a bottle of wine to have with dinner.
“Here. Give this a try.”
“I’m not much of a wine drinker.” Her nose crinkled at the memory of all the past disasters of trying to like the stuff.
“You’ll like this. Try it.”
Taking a small sip, she was surprised how good it was. Wine usually was too bitter for her taste, she’d tried everything from cheap to expensive, and ended up decided that Boone’s Farm often tasted better than crap that cost ten times as much. Not this. This was delicious. She took another long sip.
“That, is just excellent.”
“Told you.”
You’ll learn to trust me one of these days. She could see it on his face, but he didn’t say it. That was almost worse than having to hear it and respond.
They made dinner together, falling into a relaxed easy rhythm. A comfortable back and forth that neither had to force. Exactly what she was pretending was just the in betweens for the incredible sex they were having. They cooked, laughing, talking, moving together in tandem like they already knew all the ins and out’s of each other’s habits. They ate, cleaned up, laughed, and talked some more. About everything, bad habits, politics, weird stories from their childhood, anything and everything.
But typically confrontational Grant, didn’t say one word about that elephant staring them down from right between their noses. And that put her on edge. She was getting used to him blurting out things, things designed to push her, things designed to incite her, things designed to just flat out make both of them hotter than an August Sunday. Not saying it, that was new.
He poured her another glass of wine when they were finishing putting the food away. Then he grabbed her, easily, lifting her to his chest, kissing her with the hunger she knew all too well, the hunger that she understood.
“Time for dessert.”
“We didn’t make dessert.”
“You know as well as I do what I’m talking about. And you’re it.”
He had her jeans down her thighs before she could blink, nipping at her panties. Then they were gone too. He lifted her easily and sat her on the table. Another table, the tremor went through her thighs.
He moved in between them, spreading her open to him, as they both reached for his shirt at the same time. Just like making dinner, moving together like they were synchronized, not having to talk to know what came next, one move spurring on another.
The feel of that soft as suede thick male skin sent a shiver through her, she could never get enough of how it felt on her, under her hands. He didn’t give her much of a chance to run her hands over him this time, instead he dropped down and his big shoulders, all those tiny muscles moving beneath his skin were hunkered down between her thighs, and those deep blue eyes were burning at her under his thick black lashes.
“Take off your shirt.”
The buttons flew through her fingers, shirt tossed who knew the hell where. The clasp of her bra was open before he could mouth the words because she knew he would. Teasing, she held it there just a moment, clutched to her chest before she slowly let it slide down over her hard nipples.
“Tease. I can play that game, too.” He dipped his head in low and she felt his breath roll gently across the dampness between her legs. He gently flicked his tongue over the outer edges of her, lightly, his breath cooling every warm place it touched. Thigh muscles tightening she felt her skin jump with shivers, she gripped the edge of the table and he had barely touched her yet. He licked the spot at the top of her thigh he’d stroked so softly the night before, and she felt a warm gush of wetness.
“That for me?” He whispered, as he dove his tongue into her, lapping at her softly, then driving his tongue in deep, swirling it inside her until she thought she was going to crack the edge of the table with her grip.
“Like that baby?”
“Yes…god Grant, you are driving me insane.”
“I haven’t even started yet. Better hang on.” His tongue shot straight from the very top, to the very bottom of her entire wet pink slit. Her ass was barely connected with the table anymore, it was all she could do not to strain hard into his soft lips, wanting to sit back and enjoy the pleasure, but her body was doing a 180 and wanting to grind hard into his mouth. Now.
This, was what she understood about her and Grant. This raw impulse, the deep sexual connection they effortlessly shared. The sweetness of the night before had been deep, if not deeper than this sheer powerful lust, and much, much more terrifying. Tonight, she was back in territory she could maneuver. That had been his plan all along, calm her nerves with what he knew neither of them shied away from, and she’d been led here by the master. She didn’t care, she needed to feel more of that tongue.
Not that Grant wasn’t intent on giving her a lot more of it. He moved slowly back up, licking and sucking her pink flesh into his mouth the entire way. Knowing he would reach her clit before long her whole body tensed, ready for the shock and when it came, it sent her rocketing off the table almost completely into his mouth.
As always, he had anticipated her reaction and his big hands caught her easily, squeezing her ass hard, holding her back down and continuing his offensive. He pulled his tongue back and sucked gently on her, pulling her between his lips, then flicking the tip of his tongue over that throbbing knot.
“I can’t take it, Grant!”
“Yes you can baby.” He murmured into her pussy, but he let up on the tongue thrashing he’d been giving her clit and moved lower, sucking and lapping at the now constant flow of cream flooding from her. “You taste so damn good. I’m so fucking hard just from licking you.”
The image of his thick cock pushing those jeans to the extreme fatigue test sent a fresh set of chills through her. “I want you in me…”
“Uh uh… not yet.” She felt a thick finger slide inside of her and she fell back into the haze. He pulled it back, sliding her own wetness down further over her putting his tongue back to work. Softer this time, light circles moving slowly around the outer edges of her clit, enough to make her moan and bite her lip, not enough to let her slide over the edge and come into his waiting mouth.
Then she felt the pressure of his fingers again, sliding deep into her. The next sensation sent her straight up and off the table once again, the utter corrupt bliss of his wet finger sliding easily into her tight ass.
No word to even match the sensation of both of his fingers working her in tandem with his tongue licking those light circles on her clit, all she could do is moan, rock her hips into his face, and nearly black out with the force of the blinding orgasm that he brought down on her.
Still swirling in darkness, wondering if she’d screamed his name in her head or in his ears, she tasted the tangy wetness of his lips…of her, on her mouth. His breathing was heavy and labored. Through the fog of her receding orgasm she started working on the buttons of his Levi’s. Nothing but hearing him groan out his need into her, that thick velvet cock in her hand and his pleasure, was in her head.
“What do you want Grant, tell me.”
“Just you Teryn. Always you.”
His jeans fell to his ankles and she slid her hand down over him, heard the satisfying catch in his breath as he lurched slightly backwards with her touch.
“Yes baby yes, touch me. Fucking stroke me.”
Teryn did exactly what he wanted, exactly what he asked, like she always did, always would and wanted nothing more. His ragged desire filled her as much as anything could, pulsed through her like the red hot blood pulsing through the vein of his throbbing cock, the one that was near to exploding, for her. All for her.
His voice erupted in her ear like a small roar and she felt herself lifted off the table, moving backwards so quickly she thought they were falling until the wall connected hard with her back. The force of it slamming hard into her and his body crushing her from the other side sent her breath from her lungs. It was nowhere near enough to slow the need to feel him.
Bringing her legs up high over his hips she spread herself open to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, lacing her fingers and locking them together. She felt his knees bend, and as he dipped down a little she braced for the coming feel of his cock slamming into her. When it did, the force of him filling her pushed her up off of his hips, countered by his strong arms forcing her right back down, digging deep.
He mounted her hard, fast and in a primal frenzy, she felt herself moving towards another peak, and when it came this one was long, deep, and didn’t let go of her. More of those indulgent little screams rolling from her lips, she felt the walls of her pussy tremor with the intensity of it, felt it pull against his thick flesh as he continued to drive into her, heard his gasping moans as her body clutched at him and didn’t stop.
Just as the waves of her own climax stopped flooding through her, she felt his explode, literally, the force of the shot of him coming into her felt so hot, so deep she swore she could taste him.
Teryn felt like she was being stalked. Slowly, methodically, mercilessly. He’d not said one word about her bolting out on him this morning. He’d even shown up with a bottle of wine to have with dinner.
“Here. Give this a try.”
“I’m not much of a wine drinker.” Her nose crinkled at the memory of all the past disasters of trying to like the stuff.
“You’ll like this. Try it.”
Taking a small sip, she was surprised how good it was. Wine usually was too bitter for her taste, she’d tried everything from cheap to expensive, and ended up decided that Boone’s Farm often tasted better than crap that cost ten times as much. Not this. This was delicious. She took another long sip.
“That, is just excellent.”
“Told you.”
You’ll learn to trust me one of these days. She could see it on his face, but he didn’t say it. That was almost worse than having to hear it and respond.
They made dinner together, falling into a relaxed easy rhythm. A comfortable back and forth that neither had to force. Exactly what she was pretending was just the in betweens for the incredible sex they were having. They cooked, laughing, talking, moving together in tandem like they already knew all the ins and out’s of each other’s habits. They ate, cleaned up, laughed, and talked some more. About everything, bad habits, politics, weird stories from their childhood, anything and everything.
But typically confrontational Grant, didn’t say one word about that elephant staring them down from right between their noses. And that put her on edge. She was getting used to him blurting out things, things designed to push her, things designed to incite her, things designed to just flat out make both of them hotter than an August Sunday. Not saying it, that was new.
He poured her another glass of wine when they were finishing putting the food away. Then he grabbed her, easily, lifting her to his chest, kissing her with the hunger she knew all too well, the hunger that she understood.
“Time for dessert.”
“We didn’t make dessert.”
“You know as well as I do what I’m talking about. And you’re it.”
He had her jeans down her thighs before she could blink, nipping at her panties. Then they were gone too. He lifted her easily and sat her on the table. Another table, the tremor went through her thighs.
He moved in between them, spreading her open to him, as they both reached for his shirt at the same time. Just like making dinner, moving together like they were synchronized, not having to talk to know what came next, one move spurring on another.
The feel of that soft as suede thick male skin sent a shiver through her, she could never get enough of how it felt on her, under her hands. He didn’t give her much of a chance to run her hands over him this time, instead he dropped down and his big shoulders, all those tiny muscles moving beneath his skin were hunkered down between her thighs, and those deep blue eyes were burning at her under his thick black lashes.
“Take off your shirt.”
The buttons flew through her fingers, shirt tossed who knew the hell where. The clasp of her bra was open before he could mouth the words because she knew he would. Teasing, she held it there just a moment, clutched to her chest before she slowly let it slide down over her hard nipples.
“Tease. I can play that game, too.” He dipped his head in low and she felt his breath roll gently across the dampness between her legs. He gently flicked his tongue over the outer edges of her, lightly, his breath cooling every warm place it touched. Thigh muscles tightening she felt her skin jump with shivers, she gripped the edge of the table and he had barely touched her yet. He licked the spot at the top of her thigh he’d stroked so softly the night before, and she felt a warm gush of wetness.
“That for me?” He whispered, as he dove his tongue into her, lapping at her softly, then driving his tongue in deep, swirling it inside her until she thought she was going to crack the edge of the table with her grip.
“Like that baby?”
“Yes…god Grant, you are driving me insane.”
“I haven’t even started yet. Better hang on.” His tongue shot straight from the very top, to the very bottom of her entire wet pink slit. Her ass was barely connected with the table anymore, it was all she could do not to strain hard into his soft lips, wanting to sit back and enjoy the pleasure, but her body was doing a 180 and wanting to grind hard into his mouth. Now.
This, was what she understood about her and Grant. This raw impulse, the deep sexual connection they effortlessly shared. The sweetness of the night before had been deep, if not deeper than this sheer powerful lust, and much, much more terrifying. Tonight, she was back in territory she could maneuver. That had been his plan all along, calm her nerves with what he knew neither of them shied away from, and she’d been led here by the master. She didn’t care, she needed to feel more of that tongue.
Not that Grant wasn’t intent on giving her a lot more of it. He moved slowly back up, licking and sucking her pink flesh into his mouth the entire way. Knowing he would reach her clit before long her whole body tensed, ready for the shock and when it came, it sent her rocketing off the table almost completely into his mouth.
As always, he had anticipated her reaction and his big hands caught her easily, squeezing her ass hard, holding her back down and continuing his offensive. He pulled his tongue back and sucked gently on her, pulling her between his lips, then flicking the tip of his tongue over that throbbing knot.
“I can’t take it, Grant!”
“Yes you can baby.” He murmured into her pussy, but he let up on the tongue thrashing he’d been giving her clit and moved lower, sucking and lapping at the now constant flow of cream flooding from her. “You taste so damn good. I’m so fucking hard just from licking you.”
The image of his thick cock pushing those jeans to the extreme fatigue test sent a fresh set of chills through her. “I want you in me…”
“Uh uh… not yet.” She felt a thick finger slide inside of her and she fell back into the haze. He pulled it back, sliding her own wetness down further over her putting his tongue back to work. Softer this time, light circles moving slowly around the outer edges of her clit, enough to make her moan and bite her lip, not enough to let her slide over the edge and come into his waiting mouth.
Then she felt the pressure of his fingers again, sliding deep into her. The next sensation sent her straight up and off the table once again, the utter corrupt bliss of his wet finger sliding easily into her tight ass.
No word to even match the sensation of both of his fingers working her in tandem with his tongue licking those light circles on her clit, all she could do is moan, rock her hips into his face, and nearly black out with the force of the blinding orgasm that he brought down on her.
Still swirling in darkness, wondering if she’d screamed his name in her head or in his ears, she tasted the tangy wetness of his lips…of her, on her mouth. His breathing was heavy and labored. Through the fog of her receding orgasm she started working on the buttons of his Levi’s. Nothing but hearing him groan out his need into her, that thick velvet cock in her hand and his pleasure, was in her head.
“What do you want Grant, tell me.”
“Just you Teryn. Always you.”
His jeans fell to his ankles and she slid her hand down over him, heard the satisfying catch in his breath as he lurched slightly backwards with her touch.
“Yes baby yes, touch me. Fucking stroke me.”
Teryn did exactly what he wanted, exactly what he asked, like she always did, always would and wanted nothing more. His ragged desire filled her as much as anything could, pulsed through her like the red hot blood pulsing through the vein of his throbbing cock, the one that was near to exploding, for her. All for her.
His voice erupted in her ear like a small roar and she felt herself lifted off the table, moving backwards so quickly she thought they were falling until the wall connected hard with her back. The force of it slamming hard into her and his body crushing her from the other side sent her breath from her lungs. It was nowhere near enough to slow the need to feel him.
Bringing her legs up high over his hips she spread herself open to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, lacing her fingers and locking them together. She felt his knees bend, and as he dipped down a little she braced for the coming feel of his cock slamming into her. When it did, the force of him filling her pushed her up off of his hips, countered by his strong arms forcing her right back down, digging deep.
He mounted her hard, fast and in a primal frenzy, she felt herself moving towards another peak, and when it came this one was long, deep, and didn’t let go of her. More of those indulgent little screams rolling from her lips, she felt the walls of her pussy tremor with the intensity of it, felt it pull against his thick flesh as he continued to drive into her, heard his gasping moans as her body clutched at him and didn’t stop.
Just as the waves of her own climax stopped flooding through her, she felt his explode, literally, the force of the shot of him coming into her felt so hot, so deep she swore she could taste him.
Friday, October 16, 2009
The not so perfect Alpha Male
If women didn't love the Alpha male, I wouldn't have a job to aspire to. Namely writing all about them. I think what's 'it' in the land of male-dom changes just like it does for women; but let's ignore the fleeting moments of who is on the hot list.
The Alpha male...strong, sometimes silent sometimes not. Dominant. Knows his mind, knows what he is and doesn't have to talk about it. We write them as leather wearing bad boys, sometimes more of a suit and tie type but still just as intense. Flawed, sure, but strong enough to overcome any flaw and when it comes down to it he can be soft with the woman he loves.
So who is your ultimate Alpha male? The Brad Pitt type? Smooth, mischievous grin and perfect face? Matthew McCaunaughey, bad boy through and through but he could still talk your panties off? George Clooney? Keanu Reeves (a personal fave..thank you) or the late great Patrick Swayze?
Here's a couple of my personal faves; rough, tough, and if he lifts that eyebrow and gives that look I'd be handing over my 'free pass' in a New York minute. (Ladies...you KNOW what the free pass is...) Maybe not your typical choices, but for me, it's more in the intensity, the power within, the brain that never stops moving encased in all that really nicely formed muscle as window dressing. Ok..so even with Fangs (or maybe more so...) this guy totally embodies my ultimate Alpha Male:
Liev Schrieber.
This guy just has to look and you can see he's sizing it up, got it totally going on. That smart ass grin telling you he's got you down and he'll be using every thing he's figured out about you in the last thirty seconds to get you to do whatever the hell he wants.
Cleans up pretty good too.
Perfect? No. Probably not a typical choice either but I'd take him hands down over almost any of the model types. Smart, tough, tall (six foot three thank you very much) solid enough to take whatever. I can picture this guy as the ultimate Alpha hero and he in fact inspired one of my tougher heros (the one who scared my crit partner she thought he was so bad ass at first!).
I have to give props to the man Gerard Butler too. God love the accent. Humor, always a button pusher and every time I see a picture of him I know he's the type of guy I would want to get close enough to just to see how he smells because you just know it would be good.
I guess it's clear at this point I like 'em a little scruffy, tough, a smart ass sense of humor and bad boy enough to take my intimidating attitude.
So comment on your favorite alpha male. The not so perfect? Perfect? What does it for you? The smile, cocky grin, humor, or just the all around tough guy vibe?
Either way...we love em, we write em..thank the universe for the Alpha male in all their variety and glory!
Monday, October 12, 2009
Tuesday Temptation
Mmmmm LOVE a guy in a nice dress shirt. That's enough to get my muse working...how about yours?
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