And now…for something completely different, the Smutketeers and International Heat are holding a blog swap. Be sure to check out the Smutketeers at IH.
International Heat is taking over the Smutketeers’ blog and bringing the HOT stuff. For the next four days, we’re going to “audition” to become the NEXT HONORARY SMUTKETEER!!!
The rules of the game are simple (think American Idol). Each day, different International Heat authors will compete to see who is the smuttiest. This is where YOU THE READER come in. Simply read each day’s smutty excerpts and in the comments section, place your vote for that day’s smuttiest. On the fourth day, the winners from the previous three days will compete for the top spot and will be crowned HONORARY SMUTKETEER (at least for that day-LOL)!
Let the smut commence…
It’s always the quiet ones and Jambrea Jo Jones is no different. Innocent and shy on the outside–sex goddess extraordinaire on the inside. She’ll write you anything your heart desires. From two men hot for each others bods to a man and woman taking it to the next level, Jambrea will make you squirm and reach out for your partner or a cold shower.
Alliance series, book 2
“What are you waiting for, boy? Get over here,” Rock said between clenched teeth.
It was then he realised he was watching from afar, pumping his cock to the rhythm of Se’s blowjob. He scrambled close enough for Rock to grab his shoulders and pull him into a kiss. It wasn’t gentle. Not that he expected it to be. Rock was all man. Every inch of him as hard as his name.
Zander was forced to cling to Rock or fall over. A hand wrapped around his dick and jacked him off. He almost lost it when a wet mouth enveloped him. Rock’s hand cupped his ass and he rocked their bodies together. Zander was a goner. Se’s hand and Rock’s stomach threw him off the ledge and he came harder than he ever had in his life. The stimuli were too much. And he wanted more. Se continued to stroke his cock, sucking him dry. Never had he recovered this fast. Zander was ready for another round. But not before he tasted something other than his new lovers’ lips.
He eased out of Se’s mouth and dropped beside her. He kissed her, tasting his own spunk and Se. It was a lovely combination. The only thing it was missing was Rock’s essence. He would have to see if he could rectify that situation. First things first, Se’s nipples. They taunted him and he needed to sample them. Zander kissed his way down Se’s throat, taking little nibbles here and there. When he reached a nipple, he drew it into his mouth causing Se to buck. Rock held her down for him. God that was hot.
“Someone needs to fuck me,” Se whispered. “God, I need—” she stopped talking and moaned. Zander had bitten down.
“I’ll have to remember that. No need to fill Se’s mouth as long as you’re feasting on her nipples.”
Rock’s words spurred him on.
Se rocked against Rock’s thigh. She was trying to get some friction, but he could see that Rock was teasing her with his fingers too.
Watching Se stroke Rock, and Rock pinch Se’s matching nipple, his other hand buried in her pussy, a sense of right flowed over Zander. The situation, the people, everything fitted. He felt empowered in a way he never had before. He wanted to add his fingers to Rock’s. He walked them down Se’s body until he found her clit and gave it a light tap. She almost came off the bed. He tapped again, before sliding a finger in alongside Rock’s.
“Let me taste,” Rock’s raspy voice insisted.
Zander didn’t hesitate. He pulled his finger free and fed it to Rock.
“Oh. Oh. Rock! Zander!” Se screamed as she fell apart in their arms.
Zander wanted to sink inside her body, but Rock was in position and slid home. Zander couldn’t wait until it was his turn. But until then, he had some exploring to do. Rock released his finger to kiss Se, and Zander got down to tasting his lovers.
My name is Jayne Rylon and I’ve been a Smutketeer at heart ever since I picked up an erotic romance novel (Marly’s Choice) by accident at a half price bookstore. I devoured Lora Leigh’s Men of August in a single sitting, buying my first ebooks because I couldn’t stand to wait a moment longer than necessary to get my next dose of smexy from that series and I’ve never looked back.
I’ll be honest and say I have at least one flaw as a candidate… I’m such a huge fangirl of the real Smutketeers that I would be jumping around squeezing and dancing and begging to have my books autographed until they grew bored of my antics. Also, I’m not nearly as nice as these ladies. When I met most of them in person for the first time at RT2011, I was blown away by their generosity, friendliness and general welcome. I’m pretty sure I don’t have nearly the grace and social skills needed to be a true Smutketeer. However… I can handle my naughty.
Okay okay, down to the good stuff… I deserve to be the next American Idol… wait, wrong show. I meant, I deserve to be an honorary Smutketeer because my latest completed novel includes all of, but not limited to, the following smutty themes:
-A naughty sex drug
-A cattle prod
-A live sex show
-Sex in a whirlpool
-More fucking machines
-A smoking hot romance
And much much more… Impressive right? Just to prove I’m the dirtiest of the dirty bird contestants, here’s an ultra-sneak-preview of Mistress’s Master (Men in Blue Book 3), which will be out on September 6th. Smutty reading!
“What’s your name?” The strong submissive met Lily’s gaze when asked a direct question. The shocking sparkle of his eyes reminded her of Jeremy and the potent stare he’d leveled on her two nights before. She could drown in the attention.
“I’m Ryan. At your service, Mistress Lily.”
“Good boy.” She shifted to her right. The other four men understood her intent. They rotated her ninety degrees until she was perpendicular to her starting point and her legs draped over Ryan’s shoulders. The man who’d been at her left supported her shoulders against his buff chest, never missing a beat as he massaged her forehead, cheeks and temples.
The three unburdened slaves continued to stroke her body, cupping her breasts, petting her belly and chaffing her arms. Puffs of Ryan’s elevated respiration dusted the lips of her bare pussy.
“Go ahead, sweetheart.” She guided his tongue to her clit with a firm grip on his too-long hair. “That’s nice. Suck my clit. A little harder. Yes, perfect.”
Lily relaxed, allowing her eyes to flutter closed as Ryan demonstrated impressive skill.
After long minutes of reveling in the pressure building inside, she tapped the long fingers making a circuit from her knee to her hip. “Inside me. Feel how hot my pussy is. For you. All of you.”
The man groaned as he kneeled beside Ryan. The slaves pressed close in order to fulfill her wishes. She enjoyed the manscape as their defined pectoral muscles gleamed with a light sheen of sweat.
The second slave notched two digits at the entrance of her pussy and began to work them inside. “Yes, like that.”
“You’re delicious, Mistress.” Ryan redoubled his licking at the moisture coating her pussy. His tongue flickered over the other man’s knuckles.
“Would you like a taste?” She tilted her head toward the second slave as she observed the man tunneling deeper within her sheath on every pass.
“May I?” He looked as if afraid to hope. Who had treated these men so poorly? She made a mental note to offer to incorporate them into her personal stable.
“Of course.” She interjected as his fingers neared his mouth. “But I’d prefer you to take your sample from Ryan’s lips.”
He hesitated, debating.
“That’s not an order.” She wouldn’t force either of the men to violate their boundaries. “Merely a statement of my preference.”
Ryan lifted his head from her drenched folds. He nodded at the man studying his glistening lips and chin. “If you want to, Ben…”
Ben eroded the distance between them, tentatively extending his tongue. He touched the tip of the thick muscle to Ryan’s parted lips and licked. A teeny taste. His lashes fluttered, and he groaned. He returned for seconds, this time sealing their mouths firmly.
Lily studied the men as they devoured each other, battling for supremacy. Few things ranked as high as witnessing two hard, sexy men kiss, especially when they did it to please her.
“Very nice.” She regulated the breathy quality of her praise. “Now, finish what you’ve started. Make me come then you can play with each other if you’re interested.”
Their instant enthusiasm brought a grin to her lips. The men massaging her drove her insane with gentle swipes across her belly and breasts. “Suck my nipples.”
The men not holding her head or perched between her knees dipped down and teased the hard tips of her breasts. They licked, nibbled and suckled until her toes curled.
She couldn’t hold on to the whirlwind of desire. She opened her eyes and met the adoring gaze of the man supporting her neck. “Kiss me.”
He obeyed her passionate hiss, allowing her to part his lips with her tongue. She coaxed him to explore the recesses of her mouth, enjoying the minty taste she sucked from his mouth when pleasure expanded, radiating outward from her pussy.
“Mistress Lily is coming.” The man burrowing his fingers beneath Ryan’s oral manipulation informed his brothers. “She’s squeezing me tight. So tight.”
She rode his hand and Ryan’s face until every last drop of satisfaction had been wrung from her body. Their cocks must have ached from the persistent pressure in them. None of the five asked for relief.
Lily hummed as she scooted toward the wall, bracing her back on the cool surface. She patted the space between her thighs. “Hop up here, Ryan.”
He leapt onto the table with the grace of a jungle cat. She nudged his shoulder until he understood what she had in mind. He spun, lying between her thighs, his shoulders dwarfing her abdomen where they rested against her heated skin.
The slave cuddled into her embrace. She brushed the hair from his brow and petted his face as he leaned into her touch. “Very nice, sweetheart. Would you like some help with your pretty hard-on?”
“Yes, please.” His ass flexed, thrusting his pelvis upward. “Let me come for you, Mistress.”
“Oh, you will.” She smiled at the men ringing them. “All of you.”
When Ryan reached for his cock, she stopped him with a curt, “No.”
His hand dropped to his hip instantly.
“Ben, stroke him.” The other man bit his lip but reached out tentatively, surrounding his fellow submissive’s dick with thick fingers. “Very nice. Now, you…”
She tipped her chin at the man beside Ben. “He shouldn’t be left out of the fun, should he?”
“No, ma’am.” His southern accent amplified her grin. Adorable.
The slave didn’t pretend to balk. He wrapped his supple, lotioned hand around Ben’s impressive shaft and began to glide it up and down. Two sets of male grunts floated through the room. She nodded at the other three men. They moved in unison, each gripping the cock of the man beside him.
“Close the circle, Ryan.” She nibbled his ear, momentarily drawing his attention from the pleasure Ben gifted him with. The long, slow glide of the slave’s hand from root to tip on his erection had to feel phenomenal. No one knew better than another man how to stroke dick.
When Ben concentrated his undulating fingers on the oozing head of Ryan’s cock, Ryan latched on to the stiff, waving shaft of the man to his right. He linked them all in a ring of pleasure.
Lily sighed and rubbed her spread pussy on Ryan’s flexing back. His knotted muscles made a nice pad for stroking her clit. The sight of five impressive male specimens surrendering to their lust at her command did more to rocket her toward orgasm than the squirming of Ryan’s velvety tongue had.
Their cocks strained, growing more rigid and defined, darker as blood pumped between their legs. Pre-come bubbled from their balls, adding to the slippery sounds interspersed with grunts and soft curses from the cohorts.
“Who will be first?” Lily panted when the pace of their strokes sped up as though by mutual agreement. Each man communicated his rising need through his attention to his neighbor.
Ryan shuddered in her hold.
She clutched his chest as it bellowed with his pants.
“Maybe me. Close. So close. Please, Mistress. Please, Ben.”
Lily smiled at the man stroking Ryan’s cock when he looked to her for guidance.
“Whenever you’re ready. All of you.” She struggled to appear calm when their surrender to her wishes set her ablaze. “Make sure you come on Ryan. I want to see your pleasure spilling over him.”
As though they found the idea as appealing as she did, the men lost all reserve. One by one they tipped their heads back and roared. The first man to surrender to orgasm shuffled closer, as tight as he could get to the table. His partner aimed the purple head of his cock at Ryan, who looked like a very unvirginal human sacrifice.
Come dribbled from the tip of his cock. The meager display disappointed her insatiable libido a tiny bit. Until she realized it was just the warm up.
Jess Dee used to be a sweet, kind and well-behaved wife and mother—until she discovered erotic romance. Now she likes nothing more than to lose herself in the scandalous world of love and sex (and not necessarily in that order.) If you want her, you’ll find her hiding in her office, tapping out yet another hot-as-hell ménage scene.
Raising the Stakes
(Three of a Kind, Book 2)
As Des watched, Meg’s eyes closed, her hips jerked and her inner walls flexed around his cock, once, twice, a third time. She emitted a long, low moan, contracted the muscles of her pussy and…
She fucking came, on his cock, thinking about Alex.
Only this time the convulsions were not quick and sharp. They were long and languorous and went on and on. Pissed off as he was, Des could not keep still. Damn it! He pulled out and thrust back into her, his cock swamped by her climaxing pussy. By God, it felt unbelievable. Unfuckingbelievable.
He drove into her again and again, unable to stop. Her climax, brought about by another man, was going to make him come too. Hard.
Back and forward he rocked, plunging into her repeatedly. Her walls grasped him, caressed him, called him back. He was out of control, moving too slow, too fast, too soft, too hard.
God, she felt amazing. Slick and wet and tight and fanbloodytastic.
She cried out his name and Alex’s, and Alex answered, calling her name. Still she climaxed, her pussy undulating around him, begging for his release.
He couldn’t stop it, no longer wanted to. Trapped in her convulsing channel, he came. So fucking hard he thought he might have a stroke.
He emptied himself deep inside her, the orgasm every bit as mind-blowing as he’d ever fantasized. He came inside his best friend. Inside the woman who’d climaxed around his cock while imagining it belonged to her other lover.
Implausible. Impossible. And fucking incredible. The most unbelievable orgasm ever.
He collapsed on top of her as the final spasms in her pussy died away, and she wrapped her arms around him and held him tight.
Long moments passed in her arms, in heaven, before a hand pulled at his shoulder.
Every instinct yelled no, but Des forced himself to reconsider. Alex had shared, Meg had shared. So far, he was the only selfish ass in the room. Much as it went against every grain of his being, he too had to share. Had to give Alex the access he required to Meg.
Des dragged his postclimactic dick from her pussy, each movement extreme torture. Exhausted, he pushed himself off the couch and collapsed on his butt on the floor, leaving the way open for Alex.
Alex turned her slightly towards him, then he knelt, naked, on the floor beside Des. He leaned over to brush his lips over hers.
Meg smiled. “Hey.”
“Hey, baby. You doing okay?”
“Oh, yeah. More than.”
“Was it good?”
She sighed. “So very, very good.”
Alex was hard, his cock standing erect and proud. “Show me what he did to you, baby. I wanna see.”
Des swallowed. He’d never have considered looking, but now that Al brought it up, damn it, he also wanted to see.
“Anything you want.” Meg smiled her Meg-a-watt smile and opened her legs to Alex’s gaze.
Des stared, dazed, at her puffy pussy.
Alex groaned, drawing Des’s attention.
He looked up at the man.
Alex’s eyes burned. His cock thumped against his stomach.
Meg moaned breathlessly before his heated gaze.
Des watched Alex. Couldn’t take his eyes off him.
“God, your pussy’s so wet.” Alex licked his lips. “So pink and swollen. It’s pulsing, over and over, leaking juice onto your thighs.”
Meg raised her knees higher, spread her legs wider.
“Was he that good?” Alex asked.
Meg whimpered. “Better.”
Des’s chest expanded.
Alex nodded. “I can see. Did you come hard?”
“Very,” Meg wheezed.
“Good for you, baby,” Alex praised her.
“Very good for me.” Meg chuckled softly, telling them both she’d deliberately misunderstood.
Before her laugh died down, Alex buried his face between her legs.
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