Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Time for a Quickie on WIP It Up Wednesday

Is there a better way to start the day then with your man out of uniform for a quickie?

I think not and I know Mara agrees.

Here's a fun little excerpt to prove my point from my new release: 

Second Time Lucky 
Club Decadence Book 5

“No fair! You can’t get me all revved up and leave me. It’s cruel and inhuman punishment, Sergeant, which is against the Geneva Convention or something.”
His body vibrated as he chuckled. “That’s for prisoners, baby. You are here of your own free will.” While he spoke, he pulled her up on her knees, ass high in the air. She felt his thumbs spread her pussy lips before his hot tongue seared a line of wet fire through her slit. Dropping down to lick over and around her clit, circling it once, his tongue dragged slowly upward, through the slickness of her lips, past her aching center and up to the tight hole which quivered in anticipation of his touch.
“Who said I was going to leave, anyway? I’ve got a few minutes for a quickie if you’re game.”
“Hell yes, I’m game. I’ve needed you to fuck me for hours, you old meanie. So even if it’s only a wham-bam-tide-my-pussy-over-for-now-ma’am, I’m on board.”
His hand came down with a loud crack. “Quit cursing like a sorry sailor, Mara.” She wasn’t able to speak, let alone swear in response as he drove his tongue into her sopping wet center, licking and lapping at her swollen flesh. One hand reached back and curled around his wrist, anchoring herself to him, needing to touch him.
When he sucked her clit between his lips and nibbled it with his teeth, a moan broke free. “I’m gonna come.”
“Wait.” His mouth was gone.
Standing at the bedside, he pulled off the uniform he had so meticulously donned moments before. It came off quickly, falling in a tangled mess on the floor as he stripped heedless of everything except his jacket. That was draped carefully over a nearby chair. Sean was behind her in seconds. Cock in hand, he swirled the head through her wetness then thrust inside. At the exquisite feel of his long slow glide, stretching and filling her full, she moaned.
On the next stroke, when he drew back, he pulled his cock all the way out and slid his thumb in its place. He did this only once, before his hardness was back, pumping steadily inside her. Pressure at her ass had her crying out as his thumb, wet from her pussy, slipped inside. As he rode her, he palmed the center of her ass while his broad thumb hooked inside her.
“Finger your clit.” His growl was more raspy than usual in his urgency. “I need you to come now, or I’ll be late.”
Getting no argument from her, her hand dove between her legs and she began to work fiercely, rubbing, rolling and tapping her swollen clit.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his fingers curling around her hip as he pulled her back to meet each thrust, “make yourself come all over my cock.”
Sean moved faster, his thumb sliding fully inside her narrow opening at the same time he thrust deep. That was it for her. Unable to withstand anymore, she exploded around him, her inner muscles rippling and clutching his hard flesh as he drove into her more vigorously until his own moan of satisfaction rent the air. He continued to thrust for another few moments, the glides slowing gradually, becoming less intense. When he pulled out, his thumb left her empty as well.
Mara slithered down until she lay flat on her belly, feeling boneless and limp, shivering deliciously as his tongue licked up her spine.
Against her ear, he murmured his regret. “Sorry, baby. I hate it, but I’ve gotta go.”
“I know. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be here, lingering in my sex coma, when you get home at six.”
Chuckling, he moved away, his hand trailing down her back and over her bare bottom.

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From an early age, Mara Westbrook has led a troubled life. With no one to trust or rely on, she meets a breathtakingly handsome soldier on her ward at Walter Reed. He captures her eye and makes her yearn for things she never thought possible, not for a girl like her. Can she move beyond the traumatic secrets of her past and risk giving love a try?

Injured and in pain, the only light in Master Sergeant Sean O'Brien's dark days is his night nurse, his blonde haired, green eyed, deliciously curvy, modern day nightingale. Seeing her in those tight scrubs, tending to him and his fellow soldiers with her sweet, yet sexy smile eases the pain in his throbbing leg. Unfortunately, it shifts the ache about six inches higher. He sets out to make her his own, to earn her trust, her love and in the end her ultimate submission.

They come together beautifully with Sean teaching her the wicked and wonderful ways of a D/s lifestyle. Mara blossoms under his sensual domination and his firm but loving discipline, but her past won’t let her be. Relentlessly pursuing her and threatening her idyllic life with Sean. To protect what she holds dear, she does unspeakable things leading to more secrets, lies and betrayal. She runs as she always does.

When Mara unwittingly becomes the key witness to events that will finally bring down the Mendoza Cartel, Sean and the Rossi team step in to keep her safe. As her handler, Sean must protect her with his life and Mara must obey him in order to survive. Thrown together under impossible circumstances, Sean learns the awful truth of her past and realizes that despite it all, he still loves her. But can he forgive the lies? And will Mara be able to live under Sean’s stringent rules, learning to trust and submit fully to the only man she’s ever loved?

As threats against the Decadence Masters become fierce, answers are at long last revealed. Come visit old friends and as always watch desire ignite, love simmer, while kink and sex burn blazing hot in Club Decadence, the best damn BDSM club in the southwest.

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