If you’ve been keeping up with my party posts, by now, you might be sensing a theme. Heat. Summer. Vacations. And of course, sexy excerpts!
Since my latest release is set in Sanibel Island, Florida and is a menage, it fits this theme. Enjoy!
Here’s the blurb:
One woman, two men.
Clarissa Stevens travels to beautiful Sanibel Island for her brother’s wedding, but the Florida destination is anything but a tropical getaway. Her life is in shambles, from her career, where she’s been recently downsized, to her non-existent dating life.
She’s prepared for the long weekend leading up to her brother’s wedding to be just another reminder of how truly craptastic her life has become. When her brother’s gorgeous best friends, the dominantly sexy Gavin and shy and brooding Trey, both show an interest in her, Clarissa thinks they might be the perfect distraction from all the problems that await her back home in New York.
Soon Clarissa learns that one man is fun, but two men? That’s twice the temptation.
Here’s the scorching excerpt:
He laid me on my back and inched the filmy material of my dress up my thighs until it settled around my waist. Gavin locked eyes with me, in the dim light I could see the desire written in them. Despite his controlled demeanor, he was on fire as much as I was—maybe more so—I reminded myself as I glanced at the bulge behind his fly. Without breaking eye contact he reached for my panties, I raised my hips and he slid them down my legs. He lifted them to his nose and inhaled deeply. I squirmed, but then looked away. It was hot as fuck, but it also embarrassed me.
“Clarissa,” my name was a command on his lips. “Don’t look away from me. Don’t shy away from what I do. You know you like it just as much as I do, so why deny yourself that?”
I looked at him. He was right. “It’s a reflex I guess. No one’s ever been so…blatantly sexual with me before.”
“Oh, baby, I’m just getting started.”
He tossed my panties on the floor and leaned between my legs. He placed my thighs on his shoulder and hooked my knee behind his head, burying his face in my pussy. At the first flick of his tongue against my swollen clit, I moaned and arched my back. Gavin let out a similar moan and I loved that he liked to hear me get vocal. He tilted my hips up and spread me wider with his lips and tongue. He acted like my pussy was a feast and he was starving. Like he couldn’t get enough. I let out another loud cry, and opened my eyes. I wanted to watch him as he went down on me. His dark hair gleamed in the dim light as his mouth performed a supernatural magic against my lady bits.
Movement out of the corner of my eye startled me. I stopped just short of letting out a gasp. Trey was in the hallway to what I presumed led to the bedrooms. Holy fuck. Had I known Trey was here I’d kept it quiet. Gavin briefly stopped eating me out and glanced to his right, as if he half expected Trey’s appearance. Gavin’s lips and chin glistened with my juices. Seeing the evidence of my arousal all over his face was hot as fuck. And, somehow, the depraved part of me I’d always kept locked down sprang free. I didn’t give a shit that Trey saw me like this, spread eagle on the couch, with Gavin’s face between my legs.
“Is this okay, sweetheart?”
As much as the buttoned-up part of me, the good girl I’d always shown the world, wanted to act like an appalled prude at what he’d suggested—at the very least that Trey would watch as Gavin fucked me—should’ve upset me. It didn’t.
“Yeah, it is.” I said with my eyes on Trey. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of soft cotton shorts, that rode low on his hips. And he was obviously commando. And aroused. His erection tented the front of his shorts. God, how hot would it be if I just motioned for Trey to come over. I’d love to suck him off as Gavin went down on me. But no, I couldn’t. As surreal as whatever it was that was happening, I couldn’t make that move. I couldn’t really take it another step further and initiate a three-way with my brother’s two best friends.
I’d just save this naughty thought in a file in my brain labeled Wildest Fantasies and use it with my vibrator when I got home to my dull as hell life in New York.
Gavin got back to business, going to town between my legs and I stared at Trey. He locked eyes with me and leaned against the doorway. With one hand, Trey slowly and deliberately ran it down his torso and dipped it into the waistband of his shorts. He stroked himself. Slowly at first, but as my cries got louder, he increased his pace. My body burned with arousal, from the sexy as hell man going down on me and the one jerking himself off as he watched.
“Oh, God. Gavin, I’m coming.” I screamed and squeezed my eyes shut as the climax hit me wave after wave. As I came back down to earth, I slowly opened my eyes and turned my head, expecting to see Trey still watching me, but he was gone. As satisfying as my orgasm was and as greedy as it made me feel, I was a little disappointed to know that he’d left before I could watch him come.
About the author
Ariel Storm believes that fantasies are meant to be explored, on the pages of her manuscripts, and beyond. Ariel fell in love with all things paranormal, magical and mystical at a young age. Her obsession with the dark, dangerous and forbidden began in her teen years as a way to rebel against her strict religious upbringing. Her stories can range from contemporary BDSM to new adult to paranormal. One thing will never change, and that’s writing scorching hot erotic romance with unconventionally sexy heroes.
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