Blurb:
Book three of the
World of Sin series.
Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst have
travelled to London and Paris on their “gap year” adventure, before starting
university. Now it’s on to Rome.
The American girls they met in Paris are along for the ride,
providing lots of sexy fun for the boys. But as no one in the foursome is
looking for commitment, there’s still plenty of scope for hooking up with the
locals. Voyeurism, cougars, risky outdoor sex and threesomes abound in the
Italian leg of the boys’ European adventure.
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Excerpt:
Ryan came to the conclusion that perhaps this journey wasn’t
so horrendous after all. He’d been a little miffed that the American girls,
Shanna and Taryn, had wanted to tag along from Paris to Rome with him and
Kristian. He’d been keen not to end up with any chicks who wanted more than a
one night stand, figuring that any romantic entanglements would screw up their
footloose and fancy-free gap year trip. Their last year of freedom, without
commitment, before they went to University and had to grow up, buckle down.
In the here and now, however, Ryan decided that Shanna
actually wasn’t that bad. It seemed she was determined to spice up the
never-ending coach trip from Paris to Rome. Eight hundred and seventy miles,
thirteen hours. They’d known when they’d booked it that it would be nigh on
intolerable, but it was the cheapest way to travel. And having sat in the increasingly
stuffy, tiny coach, Ryan could see why. It made cramped seats in coach class on
a flight feel like first class.
Shanna had removed her jacket as the crap air-conditioning
was utterly failing to cool down the cabin. It had been draped over her lap for
a while before she slid it across so it covered part of his too. Ryan frowned,
wondering why she thought it was a good idea to make him warmer. He was already
melting in the heat. Then she slipped her hand beneath the jacket and moved it
over his crotch. She squeezed his flaccid cock, making her intentions
absolutely clear. He realized that if he continued to stare down at their laps
it would be painfully obvious to anyone who glanced in their direction what
they were up to. So he leaned over and kissed Shanna’s cheek, nuzzling her red
hair out of the way to murmur into her ear.
“I’m going to try and act natural.” Then, remembering what
had happened to him back in London when he’d ended up with cum-filled boxer
shorts, he added, “Can you, uh, catch it in a tissue?”
Grinning, Shanna revealed the flimsy white material in her
other hand. It appeared she’d already thought of that. Saucy wench—he liked
her. She was a fun girl, gorgeous-looking and a great lay. Had things been
different, he might have considered pursuing something long-term with her, but
it wasn’t going to happen. He and Kristian had this one chance, this few months
to live life to the fullest, do what they wanted, do who they wanted, go where
they liked, and he wasn’t going to throw it away for a green-eyed,
cute-accented chick. No way.
He wasn’t worried about upsetting her, though. He knew that
she and her friend had a similar pact and outlook on their European travels.
They too were hooking up, having a good time and moving on.
Ryan grinned out of the window. Life was good. A sexy girl
was about to get his cock out on a coach and toss him off, and he was heading
to the third destination on his gap year adventure. The Italian capital awaited
and he couldn’t wait to see what it had in store.
Before he got there, though, he was going to have another
orgasm on public transport. First the toilets on the Eurostar, now beneath a
jacket on a coach. God, what was it with women and doing it in cramped, risky
places? And Blanche—the French bird on the Eurostar—and Shanna weren’t the only
ones he was thinking of. He was beginning to forget what it was like to have
sex in a bed. Not that he was complaining—Christ, no. If a sexy woman
propositioned him, who was he to refuse?
By now Shanna had undone his belt, button and fly and
released his cock from his boxers. It had taken a while as she’d had to keep
her movements slow, subtle, so no one realized what was happening. As a result
of all the fumbling, his dick was rock hard by the time she got it out, and it
sprung eagerly into her hand.
She leaned her head on his shoulder and he slipped his arm
around her, pulling her close. Anyone who looked now would just see a couple of
young people having a cuddle. Or possibly a hot redhead sleeping on the
shoulder of a young man who could either be her boyfriend or a total stranger.
Carefully, she began to stroke him, getting into a rhythm
that would drive him to climax without anyone knowing.
Ryan turned back to the window, giving the appearance of
looking out at the darkening sky. Shanna’s grip tightened, her movements grew
faster and he grew closer to coming. He dug his teeth into his bottom lip in an
attempt to regain some kind of control. It didn’t help—his hormones raged and
the familiar tingle at the base of his spine was a dead giveaway.
Looking as chilled out, as casual as possible, he turned to
Shanna and whispered, “You’d better get that tissue ready—otherwise I’m going
to make an awful mess.”
She gave a single nod of understanding and moved her other
hand beneath the jacket, slowly, languidly. It probably looked as though she
was just changing position, rather than anything naughtier. Ryan, however, was
at the stage where he didn’t care. If anyone happened to look across, happened
to confront them, he’d hold a hand up to keep them quiet until he finished.
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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and
erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100
publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several
editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic
Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and
co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house.
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