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Take Me Excerpts from Sommer Marsden and Victoria Blisse


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I’m featuring one of the latest Anthologies from Mischief today, Take Me is a collection of submissive adventures and I’m in there with my story A night in with the Boys here’s a snippet:

“I thought you were out,” he said as way of an excuse for being caught with his mate’s cock in his hand.

“I was but Natalie felt sick and Debbie took her home and I wasn’t going to stay out on my own. So I’m back. I did ring but you didn’t answer. Looks like you had your hands full.”

Really full actually. I couldn’t stop staring at Luke’s dick. I know it’s rather rude of me but really, I’ve dreamed about it so often I wanted to feast my eyes on it while I could.

“Oh,” Rick exhaled and shifted in his seat. He didn’t let go of Luke’s erection though. Obviously he didn’t want to. I couldn’t say I blamed him. I noticed Luke’s cheeks were red when I finally looked higher than his crotch but I wasn’t sure if that was out of embarrassment or arousal or maybe even a bit of both.

“I’m sorry, Claire,” He mumbled, “I should probably go.”

“Oh, no, you’re not getting out of it that easily, mate. I did not expect to come home to you guys getting it on.” “Well, you’ve always known I was bi.” Rick shrugged. The motion slipped his hand up and down Luke’s cock and he bit down on his lip to stop from moaning.

“Yes and ‘was’ is the operative word in that sentence. I thought you told me I was all you needed. How you barely even thought of boys anymore?”

I was too aroused to be properly angry but I wasn’t willing to let go without a fight. It might be a hot bloke he’s messing around with but it’s still a breach of trust.

“I know and it’s true, mostly. But Luke is different and we only ever wank each other off. I don’t let him fuck me.” I would never have guessed that my dominant boyfriend was a bottom. A world of possibilities opened up in my mind and as I thought of Luke fucking the shit out of Rick’s fine arse or even me doing it. I’ve always fancied trying a strap-on but it hasn’t been a subject I’ve broached with him.

“Claire, I do love you and I do want to be with you but every now and then I just get this urge for cock,” Rick continued. He’d obviously taken my silence as anger, not a personal fantasy break. “I can’t help it and Luke is my mate and we’ll always be mates, just mates.”

“Just mates who play with each other’s dicks.” I added and before Rick could interrupt I continued. “It’s not the need for dick that’s worrying me, babe. It’s the fact you’ve kept it from me. I know you’re bi. I’ve listened to your fantasies remember? Hell, I’ve even come up with a few of them myself. The problem is that you chose to keep it to yourself. That hurts me.”

“That’s my fault,” Luke spoke up, “Ricky’s always wanted to tell you but I’ve been afraid of you finding out and telling your mates and then maybe the word would get back to my Sophie and she’d kill me.”

I’d forgotten all about Luke’s bit of stuff. I’d never met her but heard plenty about her perfect princess ways.

“She doesn’t know you’re bi?”

“I didn’t know until a few months ago,” he shrugged.

“Oh.” Now I realise at this point I should have yelled, screamed, stormed out and had a hissy fit. My trust had been misused and I’d been lied to. However that wasn’t the part of the story I chose to focus on. I was too busy thinking about having two very hot bi guys in the room at my beck at call. Maybe I could get to live out one of my favourite fantasies. Well, I had to try and the drinks I’d had at the pub gave me the confidence to go for it.

“Right, well, here’s how I see it. You boys are enjoying yourselves and you’re doing no one any harm. Rick, we’ll have to talk about some trust issues but right now I’ve had a few and I’m feeling horny. So I’m going to cut right to the chase. If you let me join in with you guys I’ll not say a word to my mates about it. What do you think? Go on, talk amongst yourselves,” I waved my hands about, “I’ll take off my coat and shoes and get myself sorted while you decide.”

I tried hard not to listen to their conversation as I took off my coat and hung it up in the hall. I slipped out of my shoes and meant to do it slowly but I really was very eager to hear their decision.

“So?” I said as I walked back into the living room. Rick had let go of Luke’s dick but it still hung outside his trousers. It was a little limper but I was sure I could fix that in a jiffy.

“We accept,” the guys replied in unison.

“Good,” I grinned. “I was hoping you’d say that. Now continue from where you were. I want to see what you were doing.” As my boyfriend reasserted his grip on Luke’s penis I ran the zip down the back of my night out dress. The black number slinked down over my curves and left me standing in my best underwear.

“Fuck,” Luke moaned, “look at those tits.”

“I know, mate.” Rick chirped as he fisted Luke’s cock, “I told you she had a fine set, didn’t I?”

“Do you boys discuss my boobs often?” I asked as I sauntered across the living room to join them.

“A bit,” Luke admitted, “I’ve always admired your cleavage from a far.”

“Well now, you can appreciate it close up.” I knelt on the floor in front of him, “go on, you can touch if you want to.”

He tentatively stretched out and Rick nodded his head in encouragement. I could tell from the bulge in his pants that this idea was turning him on too.

And Sommer Marsden, fabulous author and all round lovely lady is in there too with Shattered. Here’s a snippet:

He laughed. My stomach tumbled at realising it was him. The one and only worker on my disastrous and constantly shifting home project that I had noticed. More than once I’d felt the tickle of energy on my skin and turned to see him staring at me. More than once I had found myself staring at him and then been caught red-handed when he’d turned and spotted me.

And we’d smile and look away. Me with a blush. Him barking orders at men. ‘We’re getting there. Don’t worry.’

‘Not as fast as I hoped.’ I stopped looking at him because it was starting to get hot in the kitchen even with the door to the deck open.

‘These things never go as fast as we hope,’ he said.

I turned fast and didn’t stop myself. ‘What’s your name? Mine is Maggie. I know you know that but I don’t know … yours.’

‘John. John Frost.’

I nodded. ‘Nice to –’

He took two big steps toward me. The motion both comforting and aggressive – a looming, sexy oxymoron. ‘– meet you,’ I gasped.

When he reached out to touch me, I never questioned it. When he turned me back to face the porch, his large body crowding mine but not actually touching me, I never complained. ‘What will it be, Maggie?’ he asked me.

His breath was hot in my ear and I could barely hear his words because my head was full of the sound of my almost violent heartbeat. My top lip beaded with a fine cool sweat and I could feel my hands shaking, so I clenched them into fists. ‘A bed, mostly.’

Laughter rumbled out of him and shook his body, which in turn shook me. ‘A bed?’ I nodded, smiling. ‘A bed,’ I echoed. All of my effort was focused on not focusing on the fact that my body felt tingly and electric where he was touching me.

He leaned in closer. His bulk almost but not quite touching mine. His fingers curled more firmly to my shoulders and my nipples peaked as easy as you please. I wondered if John Frost could see over my shoulder and make out the shamefully plain evidence of what he was doing to me.

‘I want it to be new hardwood and a bed that rests up against the back wall. Layers and layers of colourful fabric. Like gypsy fabric, but a big fat tall bed fit for a princess. Like a daybed on steroids.’

‘A gypsy princess?’ he asked. When his lips came down on the back of my neck a small strangled cry slipped out of me. His fingers bit into my shoulder again and I held my breath until spots appeared.

Is this what all our shared looks and unaddressed attraction had done? And did I want this to go forward? I exhaled, hearing the shiver in my breath. Then inhaled deeply like I was doing yoga and I had my answer. Yes. This was what I wanted. We were the only ones here and I’d been fixated on this tall, bulky, blond man for ages. His eyes were the colour of seawater and the scar that ran through his left eyebrow never failed to make my pussy wet. ‘A gypsy princess,’ I stammered.

‘What do you want to do on this bed, Miss Maggie?’ He stopped kissing me but his hands slid around my waist and splayed, and his palms rested over my waistband. His fingers pointed down and brushed the top of my sex. My clit thumped along with my pounding heart. I was so wet between my legs I might be embarrassed if I didn’t want him so badly.

I wished my gypsy bed was out there. Layers and layers of thick padding and bright fabric. Because I’d want him to fuck me on it. Out in the cool night air under the navy-blue sky, pinpricked with white stars.

‘What would you do on this bed?’ He unsnapped my pants.

Boys Next Door

And if you’d like more hot sexiness from Sommer Check out Boys Next Door also published by HarperCollins Mischief.

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