29th April 2017 - Smut Sunday - 1 Comment

Bad Boys Tease @8britbabes #SmutSunday #badboysboxed

Who fancies a bit of bad boy action today? I do! So here’s a little sneak peek at my story in the British Bad Boys Boxed Set which will be coming out on the 1st May but is available for pre-order right now for just $0.99 now that’s one hell of a bargain!

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Now, here’s that promised tease!

“…well, I’m still not totally sure this is all real.” I shake my head gently.

“Oh, it certainly is real. I can pinch you if you’d like.” He puts his free hand on my arm and I squeak in advance of him exerting any pressure.

“But I actually think kissing you would work better.”

His face is right in front of me and his lips are pressing on mine before I realise and I’m kissing back deeply.  His lips are soft and giving, but his kiss is hard and demanding. The contrast makes my mind whirl and my heart beat faster.

I’ve not felt so turned on in more years than I care to admit. His hands rest on my hips, long fingers extended, begging me for more. I claw at his chest, not sure if I’m pulling him in or pushing him away. There’s part of me that’s trying desperately to escape. That corner of my brain that has the photos of his conquests stored up, the articles they were attached to ready to quote.

But I don’t want to listen to that. This hot, sexy man is kissing me, arousing me in a way I’ve only ever experienced in my dreams before… What would I gain from pushing him away? Sure, he’s a player, but he’s going to be out of my life tomorrow, so why not have fun while he’s here?

I wrap my fingers in his T-shirt and pull him closer. That appears to be his cue to slide his hands up my back and deepen the kiss even further. Am I breathing? Am I kissing? I can’t tell the difference anymore. I don’t want to. I need more of his kiss more than I need the air.

“Convinced it’s real yet?” He runs his hand over my shoulder, pulling my dress strap down with his soft touch.

“Erm…” I gasp and pull in a deep breath. “It’s getting more and more dream like.”

“How often do you snog me in your dreams?” His lips turn up in a cheeky little smirk.

“Now that would be telling.” I look down between our bodies as my cheeks heat.

Thunder lifts my chin with his finger until I’m looking him straight in the eyes. “Well then, are the real kisses or the dream kisses better?”

I lick my lips nervously. “Real, I think.”

“Only think?” He shakes his head gently, grinning all the while.

“Well, I’ve got limited experience to go on so far,” I reply, finding bravery from his lusty gaze.

“But that was my best kissing.” He pouts.

I laugh and quickly kiss his pout. “But you only kissed my lips. You kiss other places in my dreams.”

Thunder raises an eyebrow with surprise, then he laughs. “Oh well then, let’s give you something else to work on.”  Dipping forward he kisses where my jawline meets my ear then trails gentle kisses lower until he’s nestling into my neck and adding nibbles to the mix.

I let out a soft moan when his nibbles centre on my pulse point. They deepen and get harder until it’s a bite and a suck and I am just melted goo in his arms.

“That’s cheating, it’s supposed to just be kissing,” I gasp, trying to regain the upper hand.

He drops lower, kisses softly, then digs his teeth into the flesh over my clavicle. “This is heavy metal kissing.”

And I won’t want to be kissed any other way from here on in.

Holding my arms down beside my body he kisses across my chest in a meandering line. I’m trapped, deliciously so, and my heart pounds harder as his lips caress the skin over it. Grabbing and pulling down the top of my dress with one hand, he skims his kisses lower. My heart stops. What’s he going to do next?

He leans back, still holding onto the top of my dress, and looks at me questioningly. I nod. I want him to carry on. Thunder pulls the neckline of my dress even lower until he can pop out my bra-clad bust and tuck my dress under it.

I drag in a deep breath. My chest expands and pushes my breasts more proudly forward. I release it slowly, controlling the panic bubbling and swirling inside of me. No one has seen me less than fully dressed in so many years. What’s he going to think of my body?

Thunder is completely focused on the revealed flesh. I don’t know if he has even realised how nervous I am. He doesn’t stop at the dress—he dips his hand in between my boob and the black lace of my bra.

My nervous gulp morphs into a desire-filled moan as his fingers mould and clasp my breast, his palm brushing my hard nipple. He pulls up and extracts the flesh from its cage. He strokes it reverently with his thumb then extends his neck to plant his lips on me again. Thunder wiggles on the sofa to trail those kisses lower down and curses when his knees knock mine.

“Going down.” He chuckles and kneels on the floor. Pushing my knees apart, he crawls between them, meets my gaze and winks. Before I can think or speak he grabs my naked breast once more and his lips gently caress and press down over the swell of my boob, only stopping when they find my nipple. Thunder opens his mouth and takes the whole of it inside, sucking and slurping and groaning in equal measure.

I can’t stop the keening noises I make. His strong sucking action pulls through my body and I feel the desire building and pooling between my thighs. It’s so strong, so overwhelming that I reach out and grab his shoulders, desperately needing something to hold on to.

Thunder’s eager sucks are interwoven with nibbles. The graze and nip of his teeth stings, but that somehow heightens the pleasure. Without taking his mouth away from me, he eases his hand into the other cup of my bra and releases my second breast to sit against his hand, the underwire of my bra cradling and digging into the underside of both boobs.

Redirecting his attention, he kisses over the hillock of the newly freed breast, seeking out the nipple to suck and nibble and bite. I run my fingers through his hair and across the shaved side of his head, tracing the outline of the lightning bolt, finally accepting that this is happening.

Thunder traces a hand over my waist, skims his fingers down my thighs and stops when he encounters naked flesh.  I may be above him, might be positionally the one in control, but inside I’m anything but. I’m completely submissive to his whims and desires. I’ve given myself over to lust.

What a relief.

It’s hard work being grown up and in control all the damn time. Everyone needs the opportunity to just let go.

 

Now you’ve been teased, grab your pre-order copy for $0.99 and check out the other Smut Sunday posts. Enjoy your day!

 

 

One response to “Bad Boys Tease @8britbabes #SmutSunday #badboysboxed”

  1. Heavy metal kissing! I love it!

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