Happy October everyone!! My first erotic contemporary story will be out later this year and since it all starts in a truck 😉 I figure it’s still in wild and wicked cowboy country. I’m sharing a snippet today from Taboo Frequency.
HOT, HOT, HOT Excerpt:
Gabe leaned against the seat, gazing at Kiley as she took all the pleasure he gave her and reached for more. He wanted to watch as she came apart for him.
He swirled his finger in her wet heat and she opened her eyes holding his gaze. Her channel pulsed, stroking his cock as she rotated her hips and then lifted high. He bucked under her, thrusting through clenching pussy muscles as she began her slide down.
“Come for me.” He pinched the sensitive bundle of nerves, watching her fly apart. Goosebumps raced over her body and a surprised expression flitted across her face. In the throes of a hip swaying, pussy clenching orgasm, she stared at him from half-closed blue eyes that drifted closed as her lips parted and she made the prettiest keening sound of pleasure he’d ever heard. He sucked her nipple, gripped her rump and held on for the ride home as she clenched her sex, milking his length, making him groan.
“I’m coming,” he growled abandoning her breast to pull her mouth down, kissing her for the first time, liking the flavor of her lips and the way she opened for him taking his tongue as deep as she took his cock.
Afterward, the windows of his truck were steamed over. He almost hated to air the cab out. It had been too long since he’d inhaled the erotic mix of sweat and sex. She didn’t waste any time cuddling with him after she got her senses back. Though he only had to dispose of the condom, pull up his pants and buckle up, she scrambled to find her clothes and beat him dressed.
She sat on the seat, her hands folded in her lap and it was hard to believe that they’d both gorged on lust. He couldn’t tell if she was regretting what they’d done or was too sated to talk.
Finally, as he drove her back to pick up her car, he said awkwardly, “I’d like to see you again.” As soon as he said it, he wanted to retract the words. “But, I don’t really have time for a relationship. When I’m not working I’m thinking about working.”
That sounded pompous as hell and he floundered, knowing he was blowing the moment and dammit, he didn’t want to. He looked at her sideways, before pulling her closer, sliding his arm around her shoulders so her body rested against his. Risking a quick glance from the road to look at Kiley, he took in her swollen lips and flushed cheeks. She laid her hand on his thigh, and his cock stirred under her palm.
“Doesn’t mean I’m a eunuch, though,” he muttered.
“Obviously,” she agreed, giving him a speculative look before matching his candid remarks with her own. “I’d like to do this again.”
She squeezed his thigh and it didn’t surprise him when his already half aroused cock thickened under her hand, ready for more.
“Maybe we can help each other,” she said looking up at him. He didn’t know what she had in mind but with her hand stroking up and down his thigh the way it was, he’d listen all night.
“I’m a single mom. I don’t have a steady man because I don’t want one hanging around my two kids who are right now with my mom. She doesn’t babysit often and I don’t leave them with anyone else. I have a full-time life that includes a job and no time for a relationship. ”
“And?” He squeezed her shoulders, urging her to make an offer he wasn’t going to refuse regardless of what it was.
“And—I have certain biological needs I’d like to satisfy with something other than plastic.” She closed her eyes, her blush denying the intimacies they’d just enjoyed at the same time her hand stroked his thigh, promising more.
“Well as to those biological needs—seems like we can find a way to get them satisfied. When you’ve got the time, I’ll find the place.” He pulled up next to her car and put the truck in park, waiting for Kiley’s answer.
When she remained mute, he decided coaxing was in order. “You do the calling,” he said, switching on his truck’s overhead light to search in the glove compartment for paper.
“I’d just as soon the whole town not know we’re carrying on,” Kiley murmured, her blush turning her pink cheeks to ruby.
“Carrying on?” After the uninhibited fucking they’d just engaged in, her old-fashioned description made him smile.
His quick rummaging turned up no paper, so before shutting off the overhead light, he held her hand and wrote his number on her palm. “If you change your mind and don’t call, it’s okay. I’ll not bother you. If you do call, I’ve marked your number a TF.”
“That’s military speak for taboo frequency—a contact too important to miss. You call when you’re able to get free and I’ll make sure we get together.”
He let her get half out the door before he added his last addendum to their deal. “As to the plastic, you might want to bring it along for a ride or two. No sense in letting it feel neglected.” He liked a little variety in the sheets and he figured he’d let her know up front, he wasn’t all vanilla. He had a feeling neither was she.
Now I know we all buckle up and behave ourselves when we get in our vehicles, but I’m wondering if maybe some of you have *ahem* unbuckled a time or two???
I’m giving away choice of my backlist books in a drawing from comments today. If you’ve got any stories to share about a “special” ride, I’d love to hear. 😀