Explicit Excerpt for your Hump Day Humps

It's Wednesday and I'm joining Marteeka Karland again for her weekly Hump Day Humps. 

Today I'm bringing you a scintillating excerpt from the tale Five Courses. It's my story in the latest anthology out from Total e-Bound, Whip It Up!, on sale now. 

Hope this tidbit helps get you through your week. ;-)

Here’s your excerpt: 

"Ohhh," she groaned. Mike sank his finger between her folds and deep into her channel. Her muscles gripped him hard and when he wiggled the digit, she felt every twitch through to her toes. 

"Open your eyes, sweetheart," Trent whispered. He rested back over the counter, the bowl now between them. He raised the spoon and let the pale mixture pour slowly back into the bowl. "I take it you've never sucked a guy off either, have you?" His whisper caressed her skin and she shivered even as she went up on her toes. Mike pumped his finger in and out of her--feeling Mike behind her while Trent talked right in front of her was screwing with her brain. She'd never been so sexually open. And under bright industrial lights, too. 

She shook her head while staring at the late-night stubble on Trent's jaw, and she couldn't help but reach out to touch him. He allowed one stroke before turning his head to capture her forefinger between his lips. He nipped the tip, then spoke again. "Keep your finger out. Yes, just like that." 

Trent drizzled the mix over the tip of her finger. Then he sucked it into his mouth, closing over the knuckle and swirling his tongue against her. Melissa couldn't have held back her moan if she'd been ordered. 

When Trent released her finger, he'd eaten all the syrup off. "Now you try it," he told her, extending his forefinger towards her. She opened her mouth. "Wait," he said, and dribbled the syrup over his finger. The entire finger. "Lick the glaze from my finger. Use only your tongue."

She stuck her tongue out and with the tip, tentatively swiped at the glaze. She tasted it, and a sweet, tangy lemon flavour burst over her tongue. 

"Melissa." Trent sounded exasperated. "Open you mouth and lick. The syrup. Off. My. Finger. Then you'll get to do it from my cock."

Melissa sucked in a breath.

"Problem?" Trent asked.

"I'm not used to the way you talk," she admitted, hoping they'd use more user-friendly terms, like 'private parts', or something.

Mike had dropped to his knees behind her and his hot breath fanned her inner leg. "She's like a faucet down here, Trent," Mike announced, his voice sounding like he was beaming with pride.

"I imagined so," Trent answered, before sucking the glaze off his finger, smiling at Melissa and addressing her comment. "I like to be blunt. Less room for confusion. So you're not one to talk dirty, hmm? That's okay. Mike and I'll do it enough for you as well."

A devilish gleam lit his eye and the corner of his mouth twitched. He pushed the bowl out of the way and captured her chin in his hand. His voice lowered. Not into a whisper, but into another timbre. "Mike's about to put his mouth on your pussy and eat you out. Pretty soon, you're going to wrap that pretty little mouth of yours around my cock and suck me until I come. We'll fuck you in your cunt and we'll fuck your ass, and you're going to take it all, begging for more while you come over and over."

Trent emphasised every naughty word and she flushed with each mention. She'd never felt so exposed and, despite the part of her that wanted to say his words were wrong, she craved what he promised.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

What deicious fun--and these three are only on course one. Just wait until you see what else they come up with! 

Thanks for sharing some of your Wednesday with me. Don't forget to hop back to Marteeka's to enjoy other Humps!

You can find this anthology, Whip It Up! at any of these great booksellers:

Total e-Bound

Amazon

All Romance eBooks

Barnes and Noble

Visit me and let's talk Chefs!

Today I'm visiting Total E-Bound's Hitting the Hot Spot and chatting up the hotness of a good chef. Or two. 

Stop by and share your own chef-related fantasies. You know you have them.  ;-)

 

Guess what you can pick up today!

Whip It Up! 

Anthology

It's in Pre-Release.

What does that mean to you? It means you can go over to the Total E-Bound website -- right now -- and purchase this book for a discount of 10 % off. Not only that, but once you make the purchase, you can download it and read it to your sizzling heart's content. No waiting. No hassles. Just you and your stories. 

This anthology stirs together two of my favorite themes: food and BDSM. Chefs, cooks, those wanting to be chefs and cooks, those wanting to do chefs and cooks, can all be found between these hot pages. 

My contribution is a story entitled Five Courses. You'll meet chefs Mike and Trent, and their rule-breaking flatmate, Melissa. Oh, the punishment she deserves for making a mess in their kitchen. If you've ever lusted after a chef, this one's right up your alley. 


Whip It Up!
Anthology
Publisher: Total e-Bound
Available to Buy Now Read Now
Genre/Themes: Erotic Romance, BDSM, Menage (M/F/M)

Five Courses (Excerpt)

     Melissa ducked and twirled to the song, loving the way the beat surrounded her. She held a slice of pizza in her left hand and danced towards the refrigerator, glancing at the clock as she moved. Ten o’clock. She easily had another couple of hours before Trent and Mike returned. Plenty of time to finish her forbidden late-night dinner, clean up and tuck herself away in her third-floor flat. Feeling smug, she belted out the chorus, looking over the cluttered countertop. Every Thursday night she indulged, like a naughty girl when the parents were away. And even though Trent and Mike weren’t her parents, they were well-known chefs-turned-caterers who guarded their large kitchen like a pair of pit bulls.

     

     Another of her favourite songs came on and goosebumps pricked her skin. She sang loudly to a song touting the joys of BDSM. At the top of her lungs she belted out the refrain, exclaiming how things like canes and whips turned her on. She bet she made a sight, but she didn’t care. No one home but her, and she loved being able to let loose, to do something so seemingly mundane—yet sexy—like bumping and grinding to the beat while munching on pizza. She stopped, tipped up her beer bottle and found it empty, then danced over to the refrigerator for another. Only her second one that night. Knowing her, this would be her last and she’d carry the rest upstairs with her later.

      

     With the pizza in her left hand, she opened the door with her right. Just before she plucked out another beer, she spread her knees and shimmed into a low crouch before working her way back up. The words of the song rushed through her, making her wonder what it’d be like to be loved rough. To have a lover want to tie her up, or spank her ass, or…or…hell, she didn’t really know what all kinds of naughty stuff could go on, but just the thoughts heated her blood. Especially when she imagined Trent or Mike taking charge and doing these things to her.

      

     Nothing could stop the huge grin at these thoughts as she turned and hip-checked the door closed.

      

     Then something to her left caught her eye. She turned her head and shrieked.

     

     Oh shit. Busted.

      

     Trent and Mike stood at the end of the long kitchen. Even though they stared right at her, she knew they saw everything. Wincing, she darted her eyes around the kitchen at proof of her wrongdoing. If that wasn’t bad enough, she suddenly realised with embarrassment, all she had on was a pair of blue silky tap pants and a matching cami top.

      

     Oh, crap.

      

     As the last chords of the sexy, incriminating song faded away, the distinctive repetition of letters seemed to echo through the room. She flushed toe to neck and started cleaning. She was in so much trouble.

      

     “Melissa, stop.”

      

      Mike hadn’t raised his voice. If anything, he’d lowered it, and the rumble coursed through her like a distant thunder. She stilled immediately.

      

     “How many people were you expecting to entertain…in our kitchen?”

      

      She squeezed her eyes shut. “Oh”—she tried for a nonchalant laugh—“you know, just a few.”

      

      Footsteps clicked on the ceramic floor and a warm hand grazed her neck and trailed down her bare shoulder. “And just who were you expecting to entertain,” Trent whispered across her ear, “dressed like this?”

      

     With her head already bowed, she glanced down at herself and blushed again. She’d never left her flat wearing so little. At least, not when these two were home.

      

     The music had shifted to another song and the beat seemed too loud. She reached to turn it off, but Trent’s hand over hers stopped her.

      

     “I like this song,” he explained. She glanced at him and blinked. His face was inches from hers and despite the firm line of his mouth, his eyes looked excited.

      

     She trembled. She wasn’t very experienced, but she’d seen that look on the face of other men, looking at other women. Did he want her? Oh, no, no, no. He couldn’t want her. He only wanted her in her fantasies. She didn’t know what the hell to do with a man like Trent. Or Mike, for that matter. She peeked past Trent and saw that Mike had stepped close and the same desire shone in his eyes.

     Mike, too? She shivered. They intimidated the crap out of her. If they wanted her, what would happen? Would they make her choose? While the fantasy part of her relished the idea, the reality part of Melissa shrivelled in fear. These men reeked of experience and knowledge. What the heck would these two expect her to know?   

 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~    

Grab your copy of Whip It Up! today.

Visiting Today

Please join me as I'm visiting Total E-Bound's Hitting the Hot Spot blog. 

I'm chatting about summer time and writing. 

Is it easier or harder to write when the sun's shining so bright? 

http://totalebound.blogspot.com/2013/07/summer-writing.html

See you there!

Day 2 of When Sparks Fly Blog Hop

Today is the second day of the When Sparks Fly Blog Hop, which runs through midnight EST, July 8 (Monday). 

The way I ask you to participate in these hops is simple. I post on my blog during these days, you comment on the post, *leaving a contact email addy* (once per day if you feel so moved), and when the hop is over, I will collect all the entrants, use random.org to make a selection, and the winner will be awarded a $10 gift certificate to the winner's choice of amazon.com or barnesandnoble.com.

Thank you for bearing through the necessities. Now onto the goody parts. *wink*

Next month, you'll be able to pre-order a release I have coming out with Total e-Bound (see the sexy cover above). Actually, you'll be able to get six stories in one. I'm in their upcoming anthology, Whip It Up!, which contains six tales that combine food and BDSM. Yeah, WOW!  Here's a little about my story, Five Courses...

 

And, I promised something special today. The first ever unveiling of an excerpt from this story. *Enjoy*

Melissa ducked and twirled to the song, loving the way the beat surrounded her. She held a slice of pizza in her left hand and danced towards the refrigerator, glancing at the clock as she moved. Ten o’clock. She easily had another couple of hours before Trent and Mike returned. Plenty of time to finish her forbidden late-night dinner, clean up and tuck herself away in her third-floor flat. Feeling smug, she belted out the chorus, looking over the cluttered counter top. Every Thursday night she indulged, like a naughty girl when the parents were away. And even though Trent and Mike weren’t her parents, they were well-known chefs-turned-caterers who guarded their large kitchen like a pair of pit bulls.

Another of her favourite songs came on and goosebumps pricked her skin. She sang loudly to a song touting the joys of BDSM. At the top of her lungs she belted out the refrain, exclaiming how things like canes and whips turned her on. She bet she made a sight, but she didn’t care. No one home but her, and she loved being able to let loose, to do something so seemingly mundane—yet sexy—like bumping and grinding to the beat while munching on pizza. She stopped, tipped up her beer bottle and found it empty, then danced over to the refrigerator for another. 

Just before she plucked out another beer, she spread her knees and shimmed into a low crouch before working her way back up. The words of the song rushed through her, making her wonder what it’d be like to be loved rough. To have a lover want to tie her up, or spank her ass, or…or…hell, she didn’t really know what all kinds of naughty stuff could go on, but just the thoughts heated her blood. Especially when she imagined Trent or Mike taking charge and doing these things to her.

Nothing could stop the huge grin at these thoughts as she turned and hip-checked the door closed.

Then something to her left caught her eye. She turned her head and shrieked.

Oh shit. Busted.

Trent and Mike stood at the end of the long kitchen. Even though they stared right at her, she knew they saw everything. Wincing, she darted her eyes around the kitchen at proof of her wrongdoing. If that wasn’t bad enough, she suddenly realised with embarrassment, all she had on was a pair of blue silky tap pants and a matching cami top.

Oh, crap.

As the last chords of the sexy, incriminating song faded away, the distinctive repetition of letters seemed to echo through the room. She flushed  and started cleaning. She was in so much trouble. 

“Um, hi. I wasn’t expecting you,” she said brightly, her mind working feverishly fast for an excuse. “I, um, was expecting some friends over. That’s all. Sorry.”

“Melissa, stop.”

Mike hadn’t raised his voice. If anything, he’d lowered it, and the rumble coursed through her like a distant thunder. She stilled immediately.

“How many people were you expecting to entertain…in our kitchen?”

She squeezed her eyes shut. “Oh”—she tried for a nonchalant laugh—“you know, just a few.”

Footsteps clicked on the ceramic floor and a warm hand grazed her neck and trailed down her bare shoulder. “And just who were you expecting to entertain,” Trent whispered across her ear, “dressed like this?”

The player had shifted to another song and the beat seemed too loud. She reached to turn it off, but Trent’s hand over hers stopped her.

“I like this song,” he explained. She glanced at him and blinked. His face was inches from hers and despite the firm line of his mouth, his eyes looked excited.

She trembled. She wasn’t very experienced, but she’d seen that look on the face of other men, looking at other women. Did he want her? Oh, no, no, no. He couldn’t want her. He only wanted her in her fantasies. She didn’t know what the hell to do with a man like Trent. Or Mike, for that matter. She peeked past Trent and saw that Mike had stepped close and the same desire shone in his eyes.

Mike, too? She shivered. They intimidated the crap out of her. If they wanted her, what would happen? Would they make her choose? While the fantasy part of her relished that idea, the reality part of Melissa shrivelled in fear. These men reeked of experience and knowledge. What the heck would these two expect her to know?

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Mark your calendars for the following dates when the Whip It Up! Anthology comes out from Total E-Bound.

August 23       Pre-Order
September 6   Pre-Release
October 4       General Release

Hope the rest of your day goes fantastic! Remember to go back to the hop (click here) to see what goodies other authors have up for your pleasure, and comment with an email here for a chance to win the GC I'm giving away.

Until tomorrow,

Ayla

 

Visiting Total E-Bound today

Hello, and Happy Spring  -- even if my greeting is a day late. The weather around here's been nice, cool and thankfully sunny. And it's Friday. How much better can it be?

A lot, if you hop on over to visit me at Hitting the Hot Spot. I'm over there for the day, talking about how I was ripped out of my comfort zone with my writing, and how this event turned out for me. 

What about you? Have you ever written something (or read something) you didn't want to write/read, and how did that turn out? Join me to see if my foray into the unknown turned out for better...or worse.

Hitting the Hot Spot:   
http://totalebound.blogspot.com/2013/03/yanked-from-my-comfort-zone.html

Hitting the Hot Spot today with Pampering

Please join me for a few minutes over at Total E-Bound's Hitting the Hot Spot. I'm talking about how wonderful something as apparently simple as a haircut can revitalize your soul. Well, mine at least. 

Hitting the Hot Spot: Pampering Feeds the Soul

Have a great Friday, wherever you are!
~Ayla

Visiting today

Join me overseas as I visit Total E-Bound today. I'm blogging on Hitting the Hot Spot and having a mini-celebration of my 2nd Anniversary as a published writer!

Hitting the Hot Spot (URL) http://totalebound.blogspot.com/2013/01/an-anniversary.html

Blog Hops, New Releases and *Contest*

Hello, out there! Today is Monday again, and if you don't know what that means, I'll share some news with you. Total E-Bound showcases their new releases on this day! Woo-hoo. Every Monday, I help spread the love by telling you what hot new stories are up for grabs. 

Following the new releases, you'll see information about the blog hops I'm participating in AND what cool contests you'll have a chance to enter for great *prizes*!

New Releases:

Fan-Tastic

by Stephani Hecht

Everybody knows the best lovers are geeks.

The Portrait

by L. M. Somerton

Can shy, submissive Tristan become dominant enough to rid himself of a malevolent ghostly rival and find his happily ever after?

 

Captivated

by Sarah Makela

When a mercenary, whose purpose is to dispose of wicked Unseelie fae, meets a dark elf, she’ll question her mission and become captivated…

 

Maggie's Solstice

by Sophie Armstrong

Practical, geeky, control freak Maggie Short is about to have her life turned upside down…

 

 

Sex and Candy

by A. J. Llewellyn

Jing dreams of a yuletide filled with sex and candy…but so far the upcoming Winter Fae festivities look to be filled with humbugs…

 

The Solstice Gift

by Cari Z

How long can a human survive in the treacherous court of the winter fae, when even his allies are fighting for their lives?

 

Waiting for Him

by Natalie Dae

As a sub, Shara wants to prove to herself that she’s the one who is really in control.

 

Made for Him

by Desiree Holt

She had one weekend to convince him she was made for him.

 

Bared to Him

by Sierra Cartwright

Tempted by the billionaire…

And don't forget TEB's The Twelve days of SeXmas. 

Today is Day 8

Enter every day for a chance to win great prizes!

Blog Hop Information!

I'm participating in TWO hops at the present moment. The Candy Cane Kink Blog Hop and the Purrfectly Giftastic Christmas Blog Hop. Every comment on today's post will get you entered in BOTH of my contest hops. The prize is the same: 1 winner (for each hop) will receive a copy of my Christmas short, Emmy's Wish, PLUS a $10 gift certificate to the winners choice of amazon.com or barnesandnoble.com. Comment with a valid email to enter. Further details can be found on my posts dated December 14, 2012.

The Purrrfect blog hop ends today! Get your comments in, and click here to see the other authors participating.

 



The Candy Cane Kink contest will continue to run through this week. Don't slack off. Your comment, per post counts as separate entries. The linky list of participants is at the end of this post.

 
Have a great Monday, make a longer TBB list, and stay naughty!

~Ayla